Supper with the Hendo WKU Crew, the Mayfield game, and dude's pizza oven went buh buh...
So, Friday night was definitely interesting...
I drove to Edmundton, KY to see the Mayfield Cardinals, whom my cousin in law Cliff is an assistant coach for, play the Metcalfe County Hornets. Had some interesting moments getting there and back...
On my way there, I stopped in Russellville at a convience store and had some guy that I don't remember smart off to me about something that I got suspended for my freaking sophmore year OF HIGH SCHOOL...and that all 3 people who accused later admitted that either they had lied about or hadn't been listening and just said "yeah, whatever..." when they were asked if I had done it (don't ask what it is, you probably don't want to know)...ugh. You just never can live some things down, I guess...
Then I had supper with Jimbo, Clint, and Shag at Wendy's in Bowling Green...fun times, and many laughs shared amongst the four of us. BTW, Jimbo, Clint, and Shag...thank all y'all for not slapping me in the back of the head when I revealed my plans to y'all for Dec. 14th!
Then it was on to Metcalfe County. Have any of you people ever been to Metcalfe County? Sheesh! It is like going to the end of the earth out there...
The game went fairly well, from a Mayfield perspective. During the game, I got to see the most diastrous snap that I have ever seen in a football game. Metcalfe returned Mayfield's kickoff to about their 12 yard line after Mayfield had scored to go up 14-0. So the first play of that drive for Metcalfe Co., the snap was so high that Yao Ming could not have caught it. I mean, their QB jumped and it was still over his hands. So the ball went back into the end zone, where Mayfield recovered it for the touchdown. I also saw the most dreadful PAT that I have ever seen, even worse than the one that hit the center in the back. Metcalfe's kicker came out for the extra point after they scored, and he kicked this wounded duck of a kick that made it all the way to the middle of the end zone in the air. It wasn't blocked, it just went that far. The really, really sad part was that it was already 5 yards to the right of the goalpost before it landed in the middle of the end zone...it's sad when you can not get the ball TO the uprights on a point after try, ya knoiw?
So, any who, after Mayfield won 28-12, I began my trip home, and promptly got on Hwy 80 going east instead of west, and wound up at Lindsey Wilson College. When I told my mom about that the next day, Mom said "I don't even know where Lindsey Wilson is" and until Friday night, neither did I, I don't think...
But any ways, I found my way back and because those decrepit old bridges over Barkley and Kentucky Lake on Hwy 80 that didn't seem all that safe when I was in high school had felt even less safe when I had crossed them on the way to the game, I turned south at Russellville and came through Clarksville, Dover, and Paris Landing on my way back to Murray.
In Clarksville, I stopped at this convience store that seemed like it was mid-renovation, and I said something dull to the guy working about all the construction they were doing...and this guy talked to me for like half an hour about how that store had sold pizzas and then the store got sold and they had sold the pizza over and pans for $20 to a scrap metal yard, and how he had worked there for 2 and a half years and all he had really cared about was making pizza, the store made all this money off of pizza, and he was the best pizza cook they had, and now the pizza oven was gone. The way this poor guy talked, that pizza oven had been like what his whole life had been dedicated to. I guess I am under more stress than I realized, or else that guy was an expert storyteller that had really gotten to me, because as I drove away, I started crying over that damned pizza oven. Then after I drove a little ways, I was like, "Dude, get a grip...you are sitting here bawling over a pizza oven!!!"
I drove to Edmundton, KY to see the Mayfield Cardinals, whom my cousin in law Cliff is an assistant coach for, play the Metcalfe County Hornets. Had some interesting moments getting there and back...
On my way there, I stopped in Russellville at a convience store and had some guy that I don't remember smart off to me about something that I got suspended for my freaking sophmore year OF HIGH SCHOOL...and that all 3 people who accused later admitted that either they had lied about or hadn't been listening and just said "yeah, whatever..." when they were asked if I had done it (don't ask what it is, you probably don't want to know)...ugh. You just never can live some things down, I guess...
Then I had supper with Jimbo, Clint, and Shag at Wendy's in Bowling Green...fun times, and many laughs shared amongst the four of us. BTW, Jimbo, Clint, and Shag...thank all y'all for not slapping me in the back of the head when I revealed my plans to y'all for Dec. 14th!
Then it was on to Metcalfe County. Have any of you people ever been to Metcalfe County? Sheesh! It is like going to the end of the earth out there...
The game went fairly well, from a Mayfield perspective. During the game, I got to see the most diastrous snap that I have ever seen in a football game. Metcalfe returned Mayfield's kickoff to about their 12 yard line after Mayfield had scored to go up 14-0. So the first play of that drive for Metcalfe Co., the snap was so high that Yao Ming could not have caught it. I mean, their QB jumped and it was still over his hands. So the ball went back into the end zone, where Mayfield recovered it for the touchdown. I also saw the most dreadful PAT that I have ever seen, even worse than the one that hit the center in the back. Metcalfe's kicker came out for the extra point after they scored, and he kicked this wounded duck of a kick that made it all the way to the middle of the end zone in the air. It wasn't blocked, it just went that far. The really, really sad part was that it was already 5 yards to the right of the goalpost before it landed in the middle of the end zone...it's sad when you can not get the ball TO the uprights on a point after try, ya knoiw?
So, any who, after Mayfield won 28-12, I began my trip home, and promptly got on Hwy 80 going east instead of west, and wound up at Lindsey Wilson College. When I told my mom about that the next day, Mom said "I don't even know where Lindsey Wilson is" and until Friday night, neither did I, I don't think...
But any ways, I found my way back and because those decrepit old bridges over Barkley and Kentucky Lake on Hwy 80 that didn't seem all that safe when I was in high school had felt even less safe when I had crossed them on the way to the game, I turned south at Russellville and came through Clarksville, Dover, and Paris Landing on my way back to Murray.
In Clarksville, I stopped at this convience store that seemed like it was mid-renovation, and I said something dull to the guy working about all the construction they were doing...and this guy talked to me for like half an hour about how that store had sold pizzas and then the store got sold and they had sold the pizza over and pans for $20 to a scrap metal yard, and how he had worked there for 2 and a half years and all he had really cared about was making pizza, the store made all this money off of pizza, and he was the best pizza cook they had, and now the pizza oven was gone. The way this poor guy talked, that pizza oven had been like what his whole life had been dedicated to. I guess I am under more stress than I realized, or else that guy was an expert storyteller that had really gotten to me, because as I drove away, I started crying over that damned pizza oven. Then after I drove a little ways, I was like, "Dude, get a grip...you are sitting here bawling over a pizza oven!!!"