Last night there was a fight going on in the field behind the church. Not a serious, down and dirty, bloody battle necessarily, but a good-natured fight nevertheless. Charlie and some of the boys had started up a game of everyone's favorite - Ultimate Frisbee. It's very popular with the men of my acquaintance, be they young . . or old. Most everyone took part. As time went on, the competition became more serious. More intense. Charlie's never been one to give away a prize. . He prefers to emerge victorious. Plus, ya gotta teach these young kids how it's done. . . : )
The orange light of the setting sun witnessed the carnage. . Soon it was down, more or less, to my Scout Master husband, and Clint's friend Morgan, who played football earlier this year for the high school. He's fast, but he ain't quite fast enough. Charlie ran a 49 second 400 hundred meter in high school, and I'm here to tell ya that he hasn't slowed down all that much. The competition was fierce. Guys getting 'out', and then a bunch of 'em back 'in'. . Finally, in a flying, daring leap of instinctive genius, Chaz caught the Frisbee, aimed hard at his gut. Game over. : )
Pow, Ya'll! The Charlie Man has once again put the Fear of God back into the Young Men of our neighborhood. He did not walk away unscathed, mind you, but came home this morning sporting several scratches, which I doubt he gave even a second thought. He's just that kinda guy.
Yes, everyone, my Baby's still got it. : ) The King reigns supreme, and undefeated, and will ever remain so in my book . . . while the stars still shine. Corny, but true. 
1 comment:
that definitely sounds like a different version of Ultimate Frisbee than I'm used to. :)
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