What a day. Monday…taught 8th graders how to find the slope of a line 3 ways, 7th graders how to find unit rates and Juniors and Seniors how to do Permutations and Combinations. We began a high school basketball tournament with four games this evening. I made sure the mic was working and that the National Anthem got played then I came home for the evening. It’s nice to be semi-retired.
Watching MNF. I think the Pats are up to like 30 running plays in a row. I’m glad I don’t live in Buffalo. Cold…wind…ick. I did like a visit to that area in the summer though.
What a game!
In December of 1966, my friends and I went to see a Bills-Patriots game in Fenway Park. It was a Sunday day game, but the temperture was 10°F.
The Patriots won 14-3 with Babe Parilli just handing the ball to fullback Jim Nance all day.
That game put the Patriots in great position to possibly get into Super Bowl One, eventually contested between Kansas City and Green Bay.
Instead, they were upset by Joe Namath and the Jets in Shea Stadium the following week.
In last night's game out in Buffalo, Mack Jones threw the ball THREE times, fewer times than Babe Parilli threw it fifty-five years earlier.
The Patriots won 14-10. (The 14 points were 8-3-3).
I wouldn't want to see a game like that every week, but it was fun to see one of them.
Did you see Niagara Falls on your trip? I remember taking my kids there in the summer of 1984. They were ten and seven years old.
We had tickets for a three game Red Sox -- Blue Jays series in the old Exhibition Stadium before the Rogers Center / Skydome was built.
Sox played poorly, but my son was still basking in the glory of a 4 for 4 night he had just had against the Hyde Park Pirates. The Pirates were loaded with left handed pitching and he decimated left handed pitching between the ages of ten and twelve.
He hit like a right-handed Wade Boggs, one rope after another, foul pole to foul pole. Too bad his fielding was so reminiscent of his dad's.
Flew home just in time for his next game.
I never knew, as a twenty-year old college kid in December of 1966, how many memories that I would eventually accrue as a dad.
How could I?