This is the sort of thing that always seems to happen to me: after my son’s last football game we went to Bill Miller’s for a nice celebratory dinner of some good old bbq. Except when we ordered we were told they were “out of brisket.” Say what?! It was 7:30 p.m. on a Tuesday night…huh?! We were told that if we wanted to wait a delivery truck was en route and it should arrive in approximately fifteen minutes. We decided to wait…and wait we did…way over 15 minutes. Eventually we were called to the counter by the manager and were given 2 complimentary sweet teas…but no brisket. When we finally received our “Poor Boys” (go figure) they were shoved inside a brown bag for us to eat on the road. So much for a sit down dinner.
Now back to the game…it was super! "We" beat the opposition 26-20 in a nailbiting finish. It was very exciting and it helped the team to end the season on a great note. The sky was navy blue, the lights were shining brightly, and the air was crisp and cool. I had introduced myself to another mother during half time so we felt completely comfortable hugging each other when the game-winning catch was made.
My son got a taste of the term ‘bittersweet’ as he had to turn in his equipment and uniform the next day. He did not want it to end. I am so glad that he had such a positive experience.
Now back to the game…it was super! "We" beat the opposition 26-20 in a nailbiting finish. It was very exciting and it helped the team to end the season on a great note. The sky was navy blue, the lights were shining brightly, and the air was crisp and cool. I had introduced myself to another mother during half time so we felt completely comfortable hugging each other when the game-winning catch was made.
My son got a taste of the term ‘bittersweet’ as he had to turn in his equipment and uniform the next day. He did not want it to end. I am so glad that he had such a positive experience.
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