i wanted to just take this final opportunity to visit with you. you know, just to be with you, father and son, before you run off and do your own husband, daddy thing. i'm just so goddamn proud of you.  god knows i didn't always play it right with you.
i could have done it better. i'm a fucking ball-buster i am.
i'm just so scared of that song. that fucking, "my son just arrived the other day.  he says thanks for the ball, come on let's play. i got lots of bills come again next day. he's grown up just like me.  my boy is just like me." gordon fucking lightfoot, cat stevens, whoever, that song just fucking kills me.
just kills me.
i love you so much it hurts. me and your mother marvel at what you have become. you're going to have a wonderful journey with this girl. i feel it deep inside. a wonderful, magical journey. and i'm, like i said, just so proud of how you turned out. you go out and knock 'em dead keith. knock 'em dead!
and this is keith at age four and his best friend "bunker the mule." evidently, when they were in camp, keith and boyd got into some serious arguments over exactly who was keith's best friend -- boyd or the mule.
after camp came football, and for those of you not following the sports pages back in 1977, you might not remember the peewee powerhouse oklahoma, who, under the brilliant leadership of your's truly, rolled to an auspicious league record of 0- 12 scoring exactly zero touchdowns.
everything okay?
well, i'm in the middle of my goddamn toast here.