I am not much of a sports fan. I sometimes enjoy watching baseball, but that's about it. This evening I had to take my son Sproing to his soccer game because Superman (Concolor) wrenched his back out of whack yesterday. I really didn't want to go. I wanted to stay home, wash the sticky road grime off my tired old body, and blog, blog, blog!
But I did the good mommy thing and took him to the game. There were rewards. In particular, the referee. A blonde hunk of a college boy, not too tall, with broad shoulders and what looked to be a nice a$$. His shorts were a bit too long and not nearly clingy enough to be sure about the bum. His very light blonde hair was buzzed short, giving him a saintly nimbus. Ah, men!
BTW, Sproing's team won 2-1. Bet you thought I wasn't paying attention!
Moving Along, but Adrift
11 years ago
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