Game Day

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My senses are elevated as the front door opens. The mob waiting outside begins pouring in. The sounds of laughter and inquiries of, “Is anyone home,” began to fill the hollow house. I have no difficulty determining what the mob desires. Hugs, kisses, and, “How are yous,” are expressed between myself, and the mob. That’s right, the Posey’s have arrived unexpectedly to surprise my two brothers and me for a day of food and football. Nephews and nieces jump down from the arms that hold then to run through the house looking for the horse size dogs, Diesel and Vegas, which are now at the top of the basement steps, just waiting for one of the little ones to open the door and set them free. Free to knock down as many little people as possible and greet them with snorts and slobber. Diesel and Vegas are my two boxers that are well behaved after they have the chance to run and greet every new comer in the house, which could take awhile.
After all the love and affection subside, it is time to prepare the great feast that mom and granny have brought with them. The rest of the cooking will take place in the kitchen were only granny is allowed. No one is to bother granny while she cooks, it’s the law were she comes from.
Meanwhile, the rest of the family heads downstairs into the twelve hundred square foot basement. There we have set up a game room with a pool table, ping-pong, and air hockey. The room would not be complete without a selection of TV’s for sporting events. The basement itself looks like a traditional basement, lined with cylinder blocks, and an unfinished ceiling, that has exposed pipes and wiring. As the TV’s are turned on and many games commence for a Saturday of college football, games begin between competitive siblings as well. Many different discussions that lead to arguments, which are resolved by a firm tome from my dad, “If you don’t play nice, you won’t play at all!” The basemen...