We arrived an hour early last night because someone I know very well got the time confused. We climbed to the top of the bleachers. No small chore for aching knees. Then he decided the referee would be standing in his view and he wouldn't have full court advantage. Give me a break! So, down that wobbly set of bleachers we climbed, and moved across the room. I hobbled back up to the top again.
In walked classmates, cheerleaders, students, and the team straggled in...a few at a time. The bus to transport the team never arrived, so the varsity team had to pile into cars and drive themselves and others across town to the game. Dressed in their finest! Their tiny little coach, a new mom, was dressed in heels and a dress. What an impression they made. Soon the team headed to the locker room to suit up.
We looked across the room, and what to our wondering eyes should appear but a gigantic picture of a head on a stick. It was at least three foot high and easily recognizable because of the receding hairline (genetics) and the facial expression. Our boy! The star player on the team. He can spike that ball like no one else. Soon we saw other "heads" bobbing. The game was intense, point for point right up until the end.
George Diehl (pronounced deal) was interviewed by a journalist for the newspaper and also a T.V. sports reporter. We waited for the 10 p.m. news, for our boy's fifteen seconds of fame, and wouldn't you know it?! The guy blew it when he proclaimed, "GREG DIAL made seven kills."
College info keeps pouring in. In his REAL name. The latest from Harvard. This kid is going places.
Tonight should be a blast! I'll keep you posted.