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Friday, November 6, 2020
Friday Night Schmackdown
Ahh, it is Friday night, and the last night of the high school football season.
I am not sure if my grandson Cooper played or not, but tomorrow will tell. He
has had a good season, considering there is a worldwide pandemic going on.
He is a an offensive tackle, and he's pretty good at getting past the center's
snap and sacking the quarterback, which is a very cool thing to find out. I
don't find out unless one of my former Conner High School buddies tells me. For
some reason, my family is splintered right now, and nobody wants to tell me
anything. I shouldn't say nobody, because my grandsons will tell me, if they are
allowed to, that is.
mo
Cooper is still in highschool, and so he is only permitted to do certain things.
Again I must end this blog because the formatting wont let me go on. ugh.
I will find out from Debbie Rowland or one of my buddies, no problem!
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