The roughly annual touch football game had two firsts this year: Danny joined the usual four horsemen, and it snowed during the game. In fact, the wind and snow got so strong, that we didn’t complete the “First to Five.”

Grant and Dad stood myself, Ted, and Danny. The last time Dad and Grant were on the same team, Danny had ridden his big wheel around the school parking lot while Ted and I got trounced.

No trouncing this year. Dad said that the slippery Livsey Park field helped even things up, but it may have been that Danny was enough of a secret weapon.

The real highlight of the game came when I lateraled a ball to Danny, who then threw it sideways to Ted who then passed it to me for a touchdown. This was not planned. In fact, I’m not sure that all rules were obeyed in this improvised plan, but Dad and Grant were so amazed by the whole thing, that they never considered it was anything but a perfectly executed razzle-dazzle play. We have yet to confess.

The game was called because of snow, Dad and Grant up 3 to 2. We hurried off the field to escape the biting wind and snow and all squeezed in Ted’s Honda Civic.

As we pulled into the driveway, Dad came up with the idea that the boys carry him in pretending to be wounded. We carried him in moaning, and laid him at Mom’s feet in the kitchen. Neither she nor Kathy fell for it, but of course Nicole was very concerned. Kelly thought Grandad was funny laying on the floor.