Cleats by Bill Hinds for April 05, 2012
April 04, 2012
April 06, 2012
Transcript:
Girl: Do you think this chilly weather is caused by the cold war between Abby and Peri? Tippit: Girls, give me the blanket. Rebecca, you're starting at right forward, and Julie, you're starting right midfielder. Abby and Peri, sit over here. You'll stay under this blanket and out of the game until you've worked out your differences. Peri/Abby: Stop leaning on me! Blanket hog!
nboady over 12 years ago
All we need is the word “Ginger” to line it up with the ol’ Far Side comic.
hippogriff over 12 years ago
Grantland Rice had a good poem on that subject.
oldguy2 over 12 years ago
Good thing, too!
hippogriff over 12 years ago
Not the “it matters not whether you win or lose…” one, but the one that claims that when you have a cleat in your ear and your face in the mud, you don’t hear the cheers or the band. I never was involved in athletics at that level (backpacking and kayaking are more my style of sports), but even in high school (where the poem was part of our English Lit curriculum), I knew there wouldn’t be any music program except that football demands a band.
rgcviper over 12 years ago
“Yada, yada, yada … blah, blah, blah …”