GrizzlyDevil, it was good to see you at last night's game, thanks for saying something. I wondered why you were on the Lincolnton side, knowing you have a special nephew playing for Bandys.
I went into the stands and worked my way over to the fifty yard line where I got a good seat at the top. It's not that I care but the fans around me kept looking at me in a puzzled way and I didn't recognize any of them, but I have to say, they would speak when I would say hello. Across the way I thought, "we have more fans than Bandys".
A large group of young people in white, some in togas and other strange linens entered the stands. I wondered if it was the Latin Club or The Future Business Leaders or in-school suspension. I hadn't seen them at our games. When I saw a Bandys band member it dawned on me I was on the wrong side and probably in a reserved seat. Like Hickory, their press box is on the visitors side.
So for any bored Bandys fan who might read this screed who saw an old man stumbling around in the stands near the top about the fifty yard line, thanks for your toleration.
Side Note: For anyone who doesn't know GrizzlyDevil, last night, he looked like a college level football player. It's obvious he has been spending time in the weight room and keeping himself fit.
The reason I say this is because I've spent many years attempting to shape my behavior as a calm, patient and sensible adult, and frankly I feel like I've done all right, I like it that way. In spite of that I've grown up around, lived around, and worked around many tough people and as hard as I try not to, I still have a little bit of that old disposition, meaning when I meet someone or haven't known someone very often and run into them, I still have this very fleeting thought of, well, whether or not I could take them. Not that I would ever want to try but it's just the residue of having been around an old mindset.
Last night coming home from Bandys and driving down the Buffalo Shoals Road(Hey, a bunch of them have that old mindset, too, and probably still have it, I mean Lincoln and Catawba County, both, I remember the Page Black gang) I got almost to Main St. in Lincolnton and realized right then and there, with all things considered, there was no possible way I could take or ever could have have taken GrizzlyDevil, absolutely no way, and him being from Maiden (some of of them have that temperament, too, God's little blue acre is a pretty tough town) made me absolutely sure of it.