Still fighting the bug, but was in the news today (See Reliving the Glory!) and guarantee I will be fully recovered by Friday.

My high school football team will be celebrating it's 40th anniversary and Friday night we are going to be recognized on the field at Xenia High before the game for the best record in school history. Fourteen team members will be coming back from places across the country...Florida, Tennessee, Texas, and Arizona to name the ones I know.

Our group went 9 and 1, produced 10 All-League players, 7 All-District, 3 All- Region and 2 All-State. We sent nine members on to play college ball, including one with the Buckeyes. No team in the history of the school has a better record.

Friday night they will parade us onto the field, call our names, as the people in the stands say "Who are they?" and "How could those fat old geezers ever play football?" Or as Jenny pointedly put it to me, "Do you think anybody really cares?"

Well yes. We do.

I was talking to a former Ohio State Football Assistant Coach today about this and he put it best. "There's a special bond," he said, "and it's one you can never understand unless you've played the game."

So for a few brief minutes we will gather at the spot of our camaraderie long ago and relive the glory when we came of age. I intend to relish it all. We will probably never all be together again, and already there are three who are no longer with us.