Monday, October 13, 2008

Case of the Maundays

Every year for Columbus weekend when we were kids, we used to go to a campground that celebrated Halloween. There'd be a haunted trail on Friday night, a pumpkin carving contest on Saturday morning, and trick-or-treating on Saturday afternoon. It was always a good time (I think), but I also remember it always being wicked cold each year. Am I remembering that correctly? It was always insanely cold, right? Yesterday it was 80 and Saturday it was 75. You can call it a small sample size if you want, but something's not right here.

Saturday afternoon I called Greg's house and Andy answered the phone. How old is he now, 8? Yeah he's 8. So I asked Andy if his dad was around and he said "no he's on his way back from the Michigan game." I said "oh yeah? How'd they do" and Andy said "I don't wanna talk about it". He deadpanned it too. It sounded like his dog had just died. I laughed. 'Cause when a little kid's dog dies, that's what I do. No that's not true. I was laughing at his delivery in telling me that his favorite sports team had lost. He sounded legitimately hurt. Welcome to fandom, Little Buddy. Trust me, it never gets easier. I asked him to have Greg call me back when he got home and he said he'd give Greg the message. Two minutes later, Greg called me back from his cell phone, still on his way home from the game. I asked him how the game was. I promise you, in the exact same delivery as Andy had used 2 minutes earlier, Greg said "I don't wanna talk about it."

Excellent. Michigan better get good again soon. Or they at least have to stop losing to MAC or D-II schools.

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  1. Jane Says:

    I keep wishing my alma mater (Central Michigan) could play Michigan this year. They might actually have had a chance to win, and believe me, it would never be forgotten.