Category Archives: Life imitating Sports

You dont tug on Superman’s cape, you dont spit into the wind

     …..You dont pull the mask off of the Lone Ranger and you dont give ME a SLIM JIM…   OK thats not EXACTLY how the song goes, but it does lead into todays grand adventure! …grand?…NOT…… After the meeting with the … Continue reading

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Skiing with the Storytellers…

After the first ski lesson with Ron (aka Storyteller)… we decided that his son Cory(9) and his daughters might like to learn to ski too…at first we were thinking those older than Cory, but after a little thot, I suggested … Continue reading

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#255 My Saturday Morning Ritual

It began when I was 8 years old, my mother found a place called Taylor pianos and bought a piano…which meant only one thing…Thotboy was destined to learn how to play it. I have since understood how much fun playing … Continue reading

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#253 Forzza Italia! Zidane WHY?…

In 1982, and now again this year,  Italy won the World Cup….The WORLD CUP?  you say…yes, you know that even that comes around every four years in which the nations of the world field soccer teams that compete on a … Continue reading

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#137 Believe in Yourself—–Meet Forrest Gregg

There is a song by Michael McLean called Believe in yourself. In it he says…"if you believe in yourself, you wont be scared" scared of failure, of making a mistake…of life…below is a little infomation about a man who has … Continue reading

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#121 The Summer of ’64

Jack Sullivan, arrived at the Fergusons in March. He was their new foster son, he replaced their foster daughter, Dixie who had gone back to live with her mom. He was in the sixth grade, a twelve year old from … Continue reading

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#37 We played on Dirt…

The christmas of 2000 Christmas brought many gifts, not the least of these were three of the faddish scooters for the triplets, compliments of grandpa. I don’t think it would have been any big deal or as nostalgic had they … Continue reading

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