The prince is off this morning to wow the western world with his Falcoe skills at the all-class, state volleyball tournament. Win, lose, or draw they will stay until Saturday. (I'm not really sure what the reasoning on that one is, especially if they are out of the tournament early Friday--they are ranked 7th or 8th our of 8 teams.) He's very excited. He's packed and ready to go. Several spare pair of shorts/t-shirts for when the Falcoe heat is too much to bare. Lots of candy and chips to keep him energized. An empty, 1 gallon, milk jug for rehydration. His swim trunks, for the hotel. And $20 from Mom and Dad for incidentals. He's ready.
I worry though. Does a falcon really stand a chance against a hawk, bear, or bronc (among others)? Time will tell. Stay out of the rain, little friend. We don't want you to molt! And put it over the net, Lady Falcons!
2 comments:
Go Falcons!
Show them your stuff, Falco!
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