Gut Rumbles

August 14, 2011

my boy

Originally published September 24, 2003

I spent a lot of time today thinking about Quinton in that football game last night. I was really pissed at his ballerina performance. I've seen that boy play football in my front yard when he tackles like a kamakazi and runs like the wind. Why did he act like such a pussy last night?

Barebacked in the yard, he is a hellion. Put a helmet and shoulder pads on him and he becomes a total wuss.

I need to figure it out this weekend, because I don't want to see my boy being a wuss on the football field. If he doesn't want to play, that's fine. But if he is GOING TO PLAY, then by Bejus PLAY!

You may believe that I am a demanding father, but Quinton will get this job right or I'll make him quit. I don't EVER want to teach him that half-assed is okay. It's not.

If I ever teach him that lesson, he'll grow up to be a liberal.

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