It's only 9:00 PM, and we're checking out the Wicked Woods at my nephew's school. They say that there are ghosts there, but all I see is people in white sheets. There's nothing wicked or evil here.
My nephew has one of those glow in the dark footballs. He wants to through it around by the Wicked Woods. He drags me to the school's field which is only bathed in the ghosts lights from the Wicked Woods and the parking lot seventy-five yards away.
I can barely see the football, but we throw and throw and throw it across darkness to each other. One time I overthrow him and hit people in line for the ghosts maze. The kid throws a perfect spiral back to me. Thank god that we're in the dark and no one can see my lame passes. My nephew can't either.
We throw and throw and throw it to each other as the ghosts and goblins take the guests through the wicked woods.
My nephew has one of those glow in the dark footballs. He wants to through it around by the Wicked Woods. He drags me to the school's field which is only bathed in the ghosts lights from the Wicked Woods and the parking lot seventy-five yards away.
I can barely see the football, but we throw and throw and throw it across darkness to each other. One time I overthrow him and hit people in line for the ghosts maze. The kid throws a perfect spiral back to me. Thank god that we're in the dark and no one can see my lame passes. My nephew can't either.
We throw and throw and throw it to each other as the ghosts and goblins take the guests through the wicked woods.
Labels: football, fright, Saturday Evening Post
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