Your Mom and I made an attempt to watch Grandson Mitchell play football Friday night. Being mature and wise, we noticed it was raining really hard at game time and there was no forecast of “let up”. We decided to join Grasshopper No.2 at an Irish Pub in Madison and enjoy a fish fry and Irish nourishment. We did not see the game which Mitchell’s team won 7-3. He plays tight end and in the mud, the muck and the rain, caught two passes. I admit we whimped out. Twenty years I ago I would have sat in the driving rain and wiped the water from my brow. We will get anther chance.
We got to visit with Grasshopper No.3 and spouse and their whole family (the only missing link was Nevin). Yep, Keely (who is expecting in December), Pedro, Myla and large dog Cosmo. And then there was Collin and fiance’ Audrey who will exchange vows this month. There were 4 generations of family at this impromptu clambake. Nice!
A special thank you to Grasshopper No.1. We got vegetable beef soup and an apple pie. Isn’t there something about a way to a person’s heart is through their stomach.
Last night, we journeyed to Green Bay to watch powerhouse Bay Port host Sheboygan North’s freshman squad (and Grandson Tommy). Bay Port clearly has a great football program. Sheboygan North had a total of 18 active players. Bay Port must have had 50 kids ready to play. No contest! Bay Port controlled the night. Grandson Tommy played offensive tackle and “held his own”. I was impressed by the coaching fraternity. Bay Port played very conservative in a sporting effort to keep the score down. They didn’t have to do that. In this world of “win” at all costs, seeing competitive compassion is refreshing.
I was leaving a parking lot this morning and a Saab convertible had just pulled up. The lady had the top down enjoying the morning. As she left the car, she locked it. Really? What am I missing? Why do you lock an “open convertible”?
Love,
Dad