General Discussion

Years ago, when my nephew was tripling our school's basketball scoring record, a coach from another community would get on the radion and spot crap. When he attended one game to scout, he sat in front of one of my co-workers and I. Mistake on his part. I admit we expanded on, "Come on. Really?"

I asked Russ, "What is that thing on Bob's head?" He said he was convinced it was a dead woodchuck he had seen along the highway. Russ's father-in-law -- a WW2 veteran -- told us to stop being cruel. So we went well beyond cruel until Bob moved to another seat.