I live in Kirkwood, Missouri (most of the time), a fine, "bedroom" community right outside St. Louis. An "inside the beltway" suburb. I love it here, we have great churches, and a great community. I have been involved with the high school athletics program more this year, because my daughter is on the "pom" squad. One of the big games every year for the last 90 years, is the annual Turkey Day game against the despised Webster Groves Statesmen. They are the city right next door.Here is what they play for...The famous Frisco Bell.
I used to live in Webster, too. Anyway, being a part of the Kirkwood High family, I volunteered for duty very early in the day yesterday. I got to the stadium at 10:30 am and spent the next 3 1/2 hours wrapping hotdogs, brats and turkey legs, before I got a chance to enjoy the game. Webster has lost the last three times and Kirkwood had a lead going into the last quarter. With less than three minutes left, Webster scored a touchdown and a two point conversion to win the game 20-19. My daughter, later in the day was a bit pissy, saying she was having a bad day. As a father, I only wish that a bad day to her in the future is no more pressing than having her team lose a big game.
Turkey Day game, 1946.
2 comments:
As an alum (class of '83) it was hard to hear that Kirkwood lost the game by one point. At least the seniors got to play the big game this year. They will have the memories of this for years to come.
Max...
"As a father, I only wish that a bad day to her in the future is no more pressing than having her team lose a big game."
The littlest Raley is a very lucky young lady indeed to have a daddy like you, Randy...those of us with Bad Daddies wish they had a daddy that would say something like that.
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