David Barron- a. I sat in bed thinking. I have had chills since Tuesday afternoon. At half past four I got up and got ready. Hooked up the trailer and headed to the Bay. We dropped the boat in the water and we fished. Ron Mayer- a. I sat in my antique wooden rocking chair all night, softly tilting back and forth. I closely examined game film, rewinding it over and over again.
I set each play to memory, keeping in mind the down and distance. I watched enough film that I knew what the defense was going to do before they actually did it. I finally turned myself away from the screen and arose from my old chair. After a quick morning stretch and a steaming cup of black coffee I was on my way out the door. Once David had arrived, we launched his faithful sixteen foot jon boat, and began to fish.
At first we sat in silence, but by the time the sun was balancing gracefully on the horizon we were reeling in fish and having a great time. Chief- a. He is sleeping with his eyes open. Constantly moving. Stands up earlier than usual. Goes outside. I follow. We ride to the water.
They go far. I stay. Two sticks moving back and forth over their heads. Back and forth. Bryant Adams- a. I gently stepped out of my warm pillow filled bed onto the cold wood floor. Goosebumps incased my body. I wondered aimlessly to my window. As I tugged the forest green curtain away from the glass, a beam of white sunlight illuminated my rather dim bedroom.
After five seconds of confusion, my eyes focused and I was able to see the beautiful sunrise reflecting off the dark water. Sure enough Coach Barron and Coach Mayer are out fishing again. We were done fishin. I rode down to the field house to get cleaned up. I saw the stadium. My neck hairs stood straight up. The cheerleaders are hangin up signs. The field house is clean.
