GET AWAY....THEY KEEP COMING!!!!!

About 3 years ago we all went down to Gulf Shores for a relaxing week of Beach Life. Andrew and Matthew's primary goal is to feed the seagulls. We get everything in the condo, get changed into our bathing suits and head down to the beach. Andrew decided he needed to take the 2 pound bag of Cheetos with him for a mid afternoon snack.We got down to the beach, chairs and towels all in place and Kristi decided we should take a walk down the beach. So, off we go. Matthew and Emily are walking and playing along the breaking surf and Andrew is about 20 feet behind with this HUGE bag of Cheetos under his arm, eating away. I was wondering how long it would take....About 3 minutes....before he spotted a seagull. Up went a hand full of Cheetos. Soon there were about 15 of them hovering above his head in the breeze. Im not quite sure how they do it but they called in a bunch of buddies and the 15 birds turned into 5 more every time Andrew is tossed up a fist full. The next thing you know there are 40 or so and Andrew having to duck every time he throws. I would guess he has pitched about a good pound of snacks by this time and the seagulls are in Heaven. Here is where it gets funny.....Our friendly seaguls got brave and were hovering and swooping right at Andrew's fist every time he would throw....This kinda freaked him out so he started running towards us laughing...the mistake he made was by THROWING handfulls of Cheetos at the Dive Bombing Seagulls while he was running and screaming...."GET AWAY"......The more he threw the more they chased. He was frantically trying to scare them away with their dinner. As he continues throwing he sprints toward Kristi and me and yells...."THEY KEEP COMING"....We are laughing so hard we cannot talk or help...All we could get out was...."DROP IT"...

Thankfully he ran out of Cheetos and Andrew was finally safe. Once he realized what had happened, He was laying on the beach laughing at himself....

I Love You Boy,

Big Daddy

The Storm

I remember coaching Andrew on my offensive line for the Helena Wildcats a few years back. Little did I know that coaching that one year gave me many memories of a great kid I will never forget. For that and other reasons I am grateful. One very hot summer day we were near the end of practice working on routine drills. The humidity was so bad that our shirts stuck to our bodies. It was miserable but I remember feeling sorry for the kids dressed in full pads. I was standing there watching the defensive unit walking through drills when Andrew started walking onto the field heading for my direction. Andrew was where he was not supposed to be and heading for trouble with the coaches but I was interested in what Andrew had to say. "Coach!" Andrew spoke up to me as he turned his body in the direction I was facing and looked up into the sky. "Looks like we've got a bad Thunder Storm coming!" I looked above Andrew into the sky and saw a few clouds, but nothing to worry about. Andrew then said, "You know lightening is dangerous, it can kill people!" He then added, "I think we should call practice!" I just laughed, and asked Andrew if he was tired and then promised him it would be over soon and sent him back to the other linesmen.