Idalou Recap

Friends, the first time you doubt the Idalou Wildcats will also be your last time, because they are some bad ass dudes. Post High School made that mistake Friday evening, and I was fortunate to witness the resulting bloodbath. Turkey Leg, official cousin of mine, sounded his war gobble, attacking Post from both the offensive and defensive sides of the ball. Just when they thought he was taking a break, he came in as the long snapper. It wouldn't surprise me to learn that he also called all of the plays for Idalou, and then worked a shift as the cashier at the snack stand during half time.

Now Idalou is in the playoffs, and the rest of Texas should start quaking in its booties. The Wildcats are fast, strong, crazy, cagey, ambidextrous, and obstreperous. They also have a mighty turkey leg with which they'll club you many, many times. Don't say you haven't been warned.

Okay, what else happened? Well, I went to Hound Dog's wedding and danced my Spanish pantalones off. What is it about alcohol that makes people want to dance? Does it make you want to do other physical activities, such as wallpapering and playing bombardment? Maybe if you got them drunk, handed them the wallpaper, and then started playing Bon Jovi. I'd love to ruminate for a few hundred words on this phenomenon, but I have mucho school work to do so I'll smell you cats later.