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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!


1 comment:

Arthur B. Burnett said...

Greetings from Texas,
I like it!