Five, Six, pick up Stix, of your broken life, you LOSER!
Hey, I'm in first place, in the couch potato league!
Me, "What are you doing?"
Them, "Driving a stake in next to you."
Me, "Why for art thou?"
Them, "To see if you're still moving."
Me, "Save your hammer Jack, I aint. Now Drop and give me 20 Cheetos!"
Hey, but my boys track team came in 1st out of 13 schools in last night's meet. That was cool. My guys ran well, not as well as they/could have/should have/would have, but they ran well. One of the parents said to me, "you have to take some credit for this, they are obviously a lot faster than they were."
Ok, I'll take a little, but I want more! Oh, not credit, progress, I want more progress, if my foot doesn't heel I'm going to have to live vicariously through these guys and darn it, I want to beat somebody, everybody, two-a-day practices.... next week, we are taking today off to celebrate our first big meet victory in more than 5 years. Feels good, real good.