Ah, I hark back to my days as a recreation baseball coach. I yelled all of those (minus the “Thou shalt”)…When coaching recreation basketball, I only had three things I yelled. On defense, “Get on your man!” On offense, “Pass the ball around,” and “Set up your play!”
I read somewhere that in Eastern Europe, when a couple goes out dancing, she puts a slice of apple in each armpit. At the end of the evening, if she really likes to boy, she gives him the apple slices to eat.
True that, but I have two garages that I sometimes do business with. And it’s because I trust the mechanics to do good work and to not cheat me. I have no idea who does the books.
I once was hiking in our mountains and came to a fork in the road. One way was the main trail, and the other was less traveled. So of course I took the trail less traveled, which eventually led to a ledge on the side of a cliff. The ledge got narrower and narrower until I reached a point where I thought, “I could probably go on, but I’m not sure I could get back,” So I decided that it was a great place to eat a Butterfinger bar. Then I retraced my steps back to the fork and took the main trail.
Ah, I hark back to my days as a recreation baseball coach. I yelled all of those (minus the “Thou shalt”)…When coaching recreation basketball, I only had three things I yelled. On defense, “Get on your man!” On offense, “Pass the ball around,” and “Set up your play!”