Football
There was a time when football was something we did- not something we watched.
We didn't need a stadium- just a patch of grass.
We didn't need uniforms, cleats or padding- some of us didn't even need shoes.
We didn't need money- which was a good thing because we didn't have any.
We never made it onto any real team- but that was OK because we could fly.
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Fond memories. We'd even play it in the street (dead end street in one of the first housing tract complexes in Goleta, CA)
We'd play in the street as well- "Go out and dogleg past that parked car."
Is that Jack, Rick, Gaylon, Randy, and Gary?
Dave- You got it, I think Rich was QB. Hard to imagine Rick ever getting so much "air".
Who took this photo? It is wonderful.
This is a great picture, as usual.
I am always interested in your life- and I hope you keep posting- but mostly I'm just posting to tell you to email me at cellar27door@yahoo.com with your email address if you want to read my blog. (I'm not sure if you read it or not- it's not going to hurt my feelings if you don't!) I'm making it a private blog, due to the public nature of being a rural school teacher. I hope you email. I won't email you or anything, I'll just put you on the list.
Mary ~ Thank you. It is one of my earlier efforts- at least 40 years ago.
Cellar Door ~ I'll write later this weekend.
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