Horseshoes
Soccer had a low priority at the
Annual Community Sports Recognition
Banquet and most of the other coaches
didn’t go so we always ended up
at a table with the Horseshoe Club.
Nice folk, but they were almost
as old then as we are now, and
we didn't have much in common
other than the old joke that
that close only counted in
horseshoes and nuclear bombs.
But on those warm summer evenings when I wasn’t coaching, I’d
say hello as I walked the dogs past the horseshoe pitch and it's
haze of cigarette smoke. These days. the pitch is neglected and
I can’t help wondering if they're still alive and where they've gone.
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