Well, well, well. Much has happened since you tuned into the last episode of Joni Baloney.
Two nights ago St. Bob, who thinks he’s still 18, decided to join in a volleyball game with teenagers at our church. That evening after he got home, he said, “I need to tell you something, but I don’t want you to say anything about it.”
Oh, boy, is that ever a loaded request. I folded my arms. “What happened?” I asked.
Turns out Bob’s shoe tripped him (yeah, right) and he fell. His palms were bruised, his neck was wrenched, and he landed on his unwilling hiney. Which, I might add, is connected to his unwilling spine.
Oh—and he also hit his head but he’s sure he doesn’t have a concussion because he looked it up.
“So, what were you worried that I would say?” I asked.
“That I’m too old to be acting like an idiot and risking my health and maybe breaking something in a younger man’s game.”
I smiled. “As long as you’ve heard the words, I don’t care who says them.” Just so we understand each other.
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