Saturday, May 5, 2012
The misadventures of SOCCER GRANDPA
Anthropogenic Global Warming has yet to waste any of its blessed radiance on a single day of my Granddaughter’s soccer matches. If her soccer season were in July, I swear it would snow. This morning, as usual, the weather was cold, wet, and breezy. Forever a slave to the etiquette of proper parental soccer attire, I outfitted my three-score-year-old carcass for the occasion in my very finest faded blue denim jacket and jeans, olive drab poncho, and highlighted the ensemble with a kicky pink bumbershoot.
Grandpa has style and that is for certain!