Well, we hit a 42 yarder at the gorgeous Thomas Jefferson HS field. The team was gracious enough to let me attempt a few at the opposite end of the field. Then I fled, lest I overstay my welcome. A perfect 42 yarder. Missed at 47 but who cares?
Sister had fifteen hundred from my mother for the first half of November. Guess it's all gone now. Tough luck. Manage the largesse better next time around.
I may head out again with a small stake. Sopranos dream episode last night. Had a similiar dream myself. Not Tony's Coach Molinaro dream. Mine involves CU and the crunch of finals....
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