I’m looking forward to Saturday, when the Johnnies make the now familiar post-season trek to Pella, Iowa, to face the Dutchmen in Round 2 of the 2007 playoffs. Known for their tulip festival and windows, Pella is a quaint town of 10,000.
This will be one of the toughest games of the year for SJU and, hopefully, Alex Kofoed will be hotter than Dutch love, and leave the Central squad crying in their snert for the fifth straight time. No snert for me, thanks, but those Dutch letters…man they’re tasty!
As I reflect on what’s important to me, as we all do on this holiday, it’s family most importantly, and friends that I have met along the way, the the inspiration and guidance I received (and continue to receive) from St. John’s. Those that I have met through St. John’s football, at our Johnnie tailgates, on the d3football.com posting patterns message board, and through this website, truly have become great friends and a special part of my life. So thanks to all of you. My sincere wish to all of you is for a Happy Thanksgiving, surrounded by those dear to you, and filled with warm and loving thoughts and memories of those who aren’t here. Safe travels.
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Thanksgiving Humor
A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.
“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams. “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the father says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this,”
She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way.”
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