The older we get, the tougher it was, and the older we get, the better we were.
It was tougher. And we were better.
These sissified whippersnappers wouldn’t have stood a chance at august football practice two -a-days in South Carolina in 1982. Or in 1972.
Or out in Junction, Texas. And, I can guarantee you not too many of ‘em would have even been able to earn the privilege of suiting up for Robert Neyland.
And we didn’t lock the doors, and we didn’t have our local Walgreens locking up half the items in the store. Girls could still cook and still would.
I could go on all day.