A MEMORABLE PDOTBALL GAME
By - John F. Eaker
I just wanted to tell you boys about an experience that X had
about a certain football game that I v/ent to several years ago. So
inuch happened before I got started that afterwards the game seemed
almost lil'ie a dream,
VJhen my youngest son, Ralph, was a student at Wofford College,
in Spai’t-anburg, S.C., he wrote me and to3.d me there vjas going to ie
a football game on a certain Saturday afternoon. Knowing that I on.--
joyed football games, he invited me to see it as his guest- Naturally
I accepted the invitation and thought things wore looking up for me. He said he would
get me a ticket so I Y/ouldn*t bo bothered with that little detail. I felt pretty good
over having some one to pay ny way to a game, but that v;as before I knew the ticket
v/as being bought with riiy own money. You know boys don’t go to school to make money.
They go to spend it - and howM I was working hard trying to pay the bills at home
and the bills at Wofford, also, Thursday of that week ray good luck changed. Ralph
came home and asked me to let him take mj^ car back with him to Wofford Friday before
the game, un Saturday.Ee had been away from home and we were all glad to see him and
hated to say ”No” to anything he asked for.Sometines we Daddies say "Yes” when we
ought to say ”No,” and lots of times wish we had said ”No,” Now, I expect since you
boys have been away so long that we will never reach the place where we can say ”NoM
to any of you again.
But getting back to the trip to the game, I muttered about Ralph taking the car,
as my wife says I always do, after they are gone. But Ralph v^as very good and thought
ful bccause he provided a way for me to get to the game, he said.I could easily come .
down on the bus. Now, wasn't that real nice of him. I thought so, and I told him
that was just fine ~ that I was glad for hJjn to take the car. All the time though I
v;as hoping that something would come ufp so he wouldn’t take it.
It seemed that every thing started going backvjards from the time Ralph left with
the car.. Saturday mornijig finally arrived. I bought a gallon of molasses and the
vjould pour some of the "lasses"’ out in a glass tumbler and taste them before leavings
It.wasn’t long til. I had all the "lasses" I wanted. Josie (that’s ray better (?) half)
had just fixed the table with a nice ciean table cloth. I started to pour the "lasses"'
from the bucket and, it being so full,theran down the side of the bucket to the
bottom, and I missed the glass with most
glasj
the glass over ond Icnocked it off the^,^^
floor, turned the bucket sidewise a!ni
There I v»/as with m;y' Sunday clothes
on, ready for the game, i;iy arm
stretched out, my fingers spread
with "lasses" running off all my
fingers. I looked down and saw 1
had "lasses" all over my nice shoes
and I couldn’t move vdthout getting
the sticky stuff all over the kitchen,
so there b'here v;as nothing to do but
call for help. I called my wife, dread-;'
ing what she would say and do. Lawsy,^
I dreaded for her to come, but I couldn’t
stand there always. To my surprise, iihe
stopped when she got to the door. I guess
she figured she couldn’t get any farther
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of it, I jerked the bucket up, turned
^ table, caught it before it hit the
poured "lasses" all over the table.
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