It's a beautiful morning here in Seattle. I'm headed out shortly to the local bakery for a mocha, and a bismark, bearclaw, apple fritter...or may two. I was talking about hifg school with a friend last eve, and I eventually started talking about 'two-a-days' (football) during the summer. I don't remember how long we actually lived in the gym (I said a week), but those hot SA days, meals in the cafeteria, water baloons / shave cream, and card games were memorable.

Quote from Bear on 24. Mar 2010 at 17:36:

 
To this day I will only use the gel shaving cream.  . .
 
And yes. . .it was a week . . . .
 
Fondest memory of those times was the pom line training before lunch. . . there were some mighty cute ro-hawk girls. . ."heard it through the grapevine" was one of the songs as I recall . . . .