Despite the chaos and turmoil that is the reality of 2020, I did manage to have a mostly delightful summer. It started in Florida; a virtual birthday dance party to celebrate my entrance into my 8th decade.
Sweet.
Upon returning to Connecticut, most of our quiet and un-social weeks ended with family pool days, including birthday parties for Henry and Ceci.
Nice.
A few off-hour outdoor restaurant meals broke up some of the monotony, as well as attending numerous Miles' baseball games.
It's all good.
One day, early August, Landon is outside with his friend Ryan. Nothing unusual about that, but Miles is outside too. A tremendous storm the day before has left us without power. No power, no video games; Miles has left his man cave to seek boredom relief.
They ask me to play a game of touch football. Landon and Ryan against me and Miles.
The game remains scoreless, primarily because Miles keeps intercepting passes on defense, and I keep failing to reach an often wide open Miles on offense. "I don't have the arm strength," I confess. "Okay, I'll quarterback," says Miles. "You don't understand," I reply, "I can't run either."
But we agreed to switch positions. I run a simple (and short) down and out. Landon cuts in front of me, going for the pick, but Miles' pass zips to me before Landon gets there. I catch it, spin and "race" towards the end zone. Alas,, Landon tags me just before I reach the goal. Exhausted from my sprint, I return to quarterbacking. A short pass under Ryan's flailing arms; TOUCHDOWN!
Was the highlight my dynamic catch and run? Nah. The exquisite TD pass? No...
They asked me to play.
