PARTLY NONSENSE

ORIGINALLY WRITTEN JOEL KLAASSEN
I wish I could have been in Newton Saturday when the Tabor College Bluejays clinched the KCAC title by beating Bethel College in double overtime. The Bluejays haven’t been domineering this season, but from what I have seen they have the will to get the job done.

Congratulations to Mike Gardner and his coaching staff and players who have made it to the top. Wow! Undefeated with two to go. The chances for an undefeated season get better each week. Go for it.

We just got back from Atlanta and a visit to the Camelis. As usual it was a great time with lots of stories to tell.

Our flight out on Wednesday morning was at 7:30. So, with the threat of fog we decided at the last minute to drive to Wichita to stay near the airport so we wouldn’t have to deal with potentially dense fog in the morning darkness.

As it turned out, it wasn’t nearly as foggy as forecast, but the older you get the more cautious you get. The heaviest fog we saw late Tuesday night was a few stretches just west of town. Oh, well.

Wednesday night was the lunar eclipse in Atlanta. I think it was the same one you had here. We thought we would have to drive out to a clear opening to see it, with all of the trees in the neighborhood. But we found a spot on the street in front of the kids’ house where we could see quite well.

An eclipse doesn’t occur very quickly, so it was tough for a 4-year-old and a 6-year-old to have the patience to see the whole thing. It’s kind of like watching grass grow.

While we were waiting, Louie said, “Grandpa, would you drive me to North Dakota?” I asked him if he knew where it was and he said, “No, where is it?”

On one of our many trips around town, I was buckling Louie into his seat and leaned over to latch the seat belt.

As I did, Louie asked me if I had taken a shower that day. I responded, “Why? Do I smell bad?” He said, “No, you smell good.”

On Saturday morning we watched Alex play soccer in the Decatur rec program. His team, called the Hot Shots, was made up of 6- and 7-year-olds.

In the first quarter, it seemed both teams were trying to see how polite they could be. When one team kicked the ball toward the other team’s goal, it was almost as though they waited for the other team to kick it back.

In the second quarter, Alex was the goalie and had the ball kicked into the goal while he had both hands on the ball. While he was on the sidelines waiting to get back in the game, he was overheard to say, “No more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Next time he got in, he was mixing things up and getting after it.

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