a couple short years later

1970, we were 12, both feet planted firmly on the slippery slope of puberty and a slight change of focus! The hilarious and ridiculous details you'll have to weasel out later. But, as a tip of the hat in the direction things took, the cliff note version.

By 73' orchestra and music practice was out and formal organized sports were slipping to the allure of making money and other things. Sneaking into bars, sitting on the bank wall in collegetown, hitting students up for $.79 to buy quarts of Miller from the Uni-deli became the weekend missions.

Second Dam, field parties, nabbing the odd keg from CU frat parties; oh, the list is long and impressive. But, I digress, I was going to talk about sports.

OK, so senior year, the pinnacle of my sports run, we put together an intramural softball team and what a team! Again, I'll miss someone from the list, but here goes: Rick Burke, Rick Carmean, Tom Diller, Mark Millar, John Necheporek, Tim Rogers, Tom Fox, Dan Dyer, Craig Hull. Collectively, we were known as The Horny Bulls! I think this was Mark's inspiration, the name, certainly the mooing sounds and the little finger horns and the gyrating hips!

Somewhere I still have my team jersey. Bright yellow polyester, bearing the mighty bull emblem of Schlitz Malt Liquor on the front!