Later that day, Benjamin and I decided to brave the rain and go
to the Princeton/Colgate football game where we ran into Jon and
Jonah
and sat with them as we watched the cheerleaders
scream for the score
to change against an ominous sky. The little raiders
didn't scare the tiger
even as Mr. Number 15 practiced kicking
hoping that he'd get a chance to show his talents before the
game ended. He was a very lucky man because after blowing a
field goal that should have been a chip shot, Benjamin and I
showed them the way down field so that Princeton could snatch
victory from the jaws of defeat and snag a 14-10 victory.
Back at home, Benjamin was sorting pennies on the chess board
using the handcuffs as a prop for the obvious reasons as the bags
of recent decades
grew and we still needed to sort the silver
and handle the English coins
before we could head out to dinner at a new restaurant
appropriately chosen for parents weekend to take Sarah
to a recent in a distant town that had been recommended by
people who knew the area.