GO STEELERS!

Sent: Saturday, January 28, 2006 – Original email edited by me to only include story content

This is me. I don’t have a terrible towel. I do have a terrible mug however, but it doesn’t really work out all that well. You get excited and start waving it around, and coffee goes flying all over the place. Maybe some day. As Annie always tells me, “You have a birthday coming up.” And then she doesn’t get me what I wanted anyway. Even so, she’s nice to have around.

Baseball, Football, and Wrestling

Sent: Saturday, January 28, 2006 – Original email edited by me to only include story content

This is me. When Clint and Justin were growing up, I went to as many baseball and football games as I could. I really enjoyed it. Except when I had to umpire a baseball game. Umping the bases wasn’t real bad, but being behind the plate was brutal. It always amazed me that someone sitting on a bench could see the action so much better than the guy that was right on top of it. I once told a lady, well she wasn’t a lady judging by her foul language, but I finally told her to shut up and sit down, and if I heard one more peep out of her, the game would be stopped until she was off the property. Our guys ended up with the win, so of course the only reason that they won was because I gave them the win. She didn’t scare me all that much. I still believe that I could have taken her in a fair fight.

And the football games were great. Enjoyed everyone of them.

But wrestling was a different matter. I didn’t go to that many matches. The last one did me in. It was an all day tournament. Justin didn’t wrestle for some reason that day. So after about 8 hours sitting on the bleachers, Clint finally got his turn. Pinned his guy in 17 seconds flat. I was dumfounded. I hollered at Annie. I said, “I SAT HERE ALL THE DAY LONG FOR 17 SECONDS!!!! I was glad that Clint won, but that was my last wrestling tournament.