Kill the man with the ball

Watching a football game today,fumble,loose ball and it brought back a memory.A big pileup and fight for the ball ensured.

We Juniper Street kids had a game we played.I'm not sure other kids played this or not.

Kill the man with the ball was what we called it.

It was dodgeball moved up a few notches.In school both sexes played dodgeball together.It was coed.It could be fast and furious but fairly tame.My favorite recess game I might add.

Kill the man with the ball was something different.

Take any ball,basketball,football,baseball anything and throw it up in the air.And the bravest of the brave,Juniper Street's finest and most daring and the one who is a glutton for punishment reaches for and grabs the ball.

The other kids now proceeded to chase,catch and pileup on the catchee of the ball.

You may think being tackled in football was a rough thing.

But no.

No helmets,pads or any protective equipment was used in our game of kill the man with the ball.

It was a game of that ranked right up there with turn the lights off in the tent and start swinging your fist..

That is another story for another time.

Dude! This is bad

Baked fish,pinto beans and grapes.

Remind me not to do that again.

Been one of those nights sport fans.I had a dream.More like a nightmare.

Early to bed I went last night.Nothing on TV so to YouTube I went and found one of those 10 hour tracks of noise to mask out the noise here.

A poor choice maybe I made.

10 hours of heavy rain and thunder.Well let me tell you.

Dreaming I was back at the old home place.Awaken by the sound of heavy water running wild under the house.It was as loud as the Chattahoochee.

Walking to the back porch Missy my loyal loving dog was just sitting there in the back yard looking up at me with this look like she was saying"Dude!This is bad".Missy always had a way with words.

Calling the plumber 3 guys showed up.1 went under the house and it was like he stepped into a sink hole and poof disappeared.

Like Missy said"Dude!This is bad".

The 3 plumbers guys and me where standing out back and the head honcho plumber was figuring up what this little escapade was going to cost me.

As he wrote he would look at the other guys then look at me and all 3 of them would chuckle.

All I can say is thank goodness I woke up before I got the estimate.

So here I am at 4 am in the morn telling you of my dream.

Least it wasn't all bad.

I got to see Missy again.