Eric Perkins

Old People Rule

Ran into a sweet septagenerian last nite at the Hopkins/Chaska playoff game.

I was covering the football playoff game for the Prep Sports Extra, and like an ill-informed buffoon, I failed to wear a jacket with temps in the mid 30's.

It's a good thing I didn't though. I never would have met George Reynolds.

I holed up in the press box, between the scoreboard operator and Chaska's not too pleased Defensive Coordinator. Hopkins eventually won the game, 38-14, and that poor coach was beside himself.

I ended up plopping down next to Mr. Reynolds. And we got to talkin'. He and I gabbed for a great while. He regaled me with stories from the glory days of yesteryear. I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff. I love hearing stuff like when he was a walk-on at the U of M basketball team back in 1950, you couldn't dunk the ball, unless you wanted to receive a technical foul. He was full of tidbits like that.

We talked about everything from the game in front of us, to the pro sports teams' stadium issues, to golf. George is an ace golfer. He's been to the Masters many times.

I don't know the point of this blog. I guess, it's that sometimes, it's great to just sit back and listen to people. Especially wise people who have years of experience behind them. I don't think I talked about myself once. And that was refreshing. I'm going to try it more often I think.

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