I smiled at my best friend and he smiled back, excited to be playing in this, the state championship game. Something he would be able to tell his gran...dchildren about, I thought. I glanced over my other shoulder and took the sign from the coach. He wanted me to fake a handoff to one running back and give it to the other. I nodded, turned back into the huddle… and set a completely different set of circumstances into motion. We were one, maybe two plays away from the end of the season, the end of. "All right, I'll bite." he said, "Ten thirty, Tuesday morning. This had better be GOOD!" Yeah!" Phil exclaimed, looking over the revised list of principles, "That's really good! But how do we make them stick to these?" Kick their asses!" Walt grinned, "Isn't that how this whole discussion started?" Well, maybe," Phil temporized, "but we really need a carrot and stick approach." Yeah, you're right." Walt rubbed the close-cropped wool atop his head, "It needs to be something that can be. “No time. This stuff comes out, but only if you get right on it. Bring a comb. Besides, all you’ll be looking at is my head, right?”Yeah, right. What the hell. I went.She was right. It was matted deep in her hair and it was a bitch to get out completely. You had to scrub with soap and comb and scrub some more and comb some more. It took half an hour to get her clean to the scalp.And for that entire half hour I was hard as iron.There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It stuck out and. Once finished he shut down the program with a nod and checked the clock on the wall. If they were on time his toy should arrive in two hours. Moving back into the kitchen he set his plate. Now he had a few minutes for his paper. He began to eat as he skimmed thru the headlines. Coming to the business section he slowed down reading more carefully now. Wasting time he finished his meal enjoying the flavor of it. Rising from the chair he does his dishes, setting them aside to dry. Moving to the.