So I'm playing in a D.A.R.E. charity basketball tournament at Piqua High School tonight...Teams consisted of Piqua Police, Fire Dept., Piqua City Schools Teachers, & Lehman High School Alumni vs. various fifth grade teams and each other.
One of the D.A.R.E. kids teams player/coaches was Brandon Saine :osu: and at several points in a game against one of the fifth grade squads I find myself in "against" Brandon. My initial thought was, "This is pretty cool. My 8 year old son is in the stands and his Dad is playing a little b-ball with Mr. Football / future Buckeye, Brandon Saine."
Then on the drive home I had a frightening realization, "What if something freak would have happened?
What if I would have tripped & fallen, rolled into his knee and he even 'tweeked'/strained it a little? My name would have been on every web site, in every Buckeye paper & magazine as one of the biggest dumb asses in Buckeye lore. I would have been more vilified than that Cubs fan, Bartman. :( (o.k., maybe not that much)
But I can tell everyone with certainty that Brandon played without incident. He was running, jogging and walking just fine as the evening drew to a close. :cheers:
So there's no need to put flaming bags of poo on my front porch...no harm, no foul. 9:00 p.m. & all is well.
:osu3:
...and scUM still sucks. :scum3: