Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Why we play the Games....

Kirby Puckett Memorial

When the going gets tough on Saturday.... When your body says I can't possibly wake up because Chop bought me too many Chongers only 3 hours ago.... When someone "sends" you only because of your fragile, pale body.... When a steady wind carries your frisbee into the Stauss' open house.... When a migraine overtakes your body, rendering you helpless and weak.... When your child and wife ask you to please stop playing lawn games so they can eat dinner with you.... When you tear your ACL... When there are nails sticking out of the bottom of your foot and you're the only one not laughing.... He shares his wisdom....

"Can you all just do me one favor? Don't take life for granted... because tomorrow isn't promised to any of us."

You're right, Kirby. Damn it, you're right.
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