Happy Weekend!
Your beautiful gift this weekend is a Mormon film strip (seriously, there are so many — I have some on VHS) about a fella whose track coach comes and tries to get him to drink wine in the middle of the night.
And that’s it. That’s the issue. Drinking is bad and nothing beyond that. Otherwise it is definitely normal for your track coach to come into your room in the middle of the night to ask you to drink some wine.
Of course, the good Mormon guy refuses to drink! But in the morning, everyone is hungover and no one knows why! Thank goodness Mormon guy was so moral and can run the races for ALL OF THEM.
Or something like that.
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I’ve had quite a few track coaches, and none of them ever suggested drinking wine, let alone barged into our hotel rooms in the middle of the night. ( I did have one coach who told us all to eat pasta the night before a race, but that was at a public restaurant.) Then again, I never had “14,000 students” depending on me to win a race: I doubt 140 students even cared whether I was running.
:( Le sigh.
That being said, does our Teetotaling Track Star win the 220 Sprint or not?!? Don't leave me hanging, Film Strip!!!
I'd happily shower you with money and jewels but unfortunately I don't have much of either... Perhaps I could show up at yr home at some odd hour with a bottle of wine, though. They say it's the thought that counts.