Sunday, October 12, 2014

Been watching Berman’s ESPN program this morning. I was struck by the segment concerning Coach Johnson and Hershel Walker. Specifically, I was struck by the way Johnson’s eyes lit up and he became animated just talking about the trade and trading that went on around the Walker’s trade.

I was fascinated by the total disregard for the players involved, just, to them, the cowboys, the ultimate goal of completing an endeavor that was both planed and evolving over a period of years, all from the concept of trading a single player.

It’s the season, I suppose.

I hope you all out there watched the Baylor game yesterday afternoon. I really do. That was whale of a game. Over a hundred points scored. Over twelve hundred yards of offense.

Which doesn’t even do the game justice. The defense for both teams was wonderful, also. I watched and saw and finally realized that I was watching two team with desire above the ordinary, abilities beyond the normal college teams, and a passion on both sides of the ball seldom duplicated.

Truly a game it was a shame one side or the other had to lose.

I ended thinking I’m glad that the green team won, but who the dickens are they. I knew somewhat of TCU, being a minor college football buff, but BU. Uh huh.

The spirit. Man.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

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User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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