Since it came up in conversation last night, and I've sort of been doing an ongoing Thompson series, I decided I'd post this. It's bittersweet, but, it's also the last written words of a man who's spent a good chunk of his life writing.
It's called "Football Season is Over"
"No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun -- for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax --This won't hurt."
As for us...well,
the seasons just getting started.
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sorry. um, honest I don't know who Fred Dryer is.
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