I spent Saturday with the Coach and TRQ. The Coach spoke at his best friend's funeral in Kaysville, and so it was all tender times. His friend, btw, was the dentist we used to visit in San Leandro when I was a kid. He and my dad met at USU where they played football and forged a friendship that lasted years and years.
Anyway, after the funeral my parents and I went to Paradise Bakery and ate squash soup, which suddenly made me feel the like the oldest person in the world. Me. Eating a little squash soup at 3:00 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon. To keep my strength up.
We did a lot of remembering about DeVan (the dentist) who loved football even more than he loved teeth. So then my parents and I talked about football--what's happening now and how much things have changed, which led to this exchange.
THE COACH: I wonder if football will even be around fifty years from now.
ME: No football? Well, I hope I'm dead by then.
THE COACH: I'm pretty sure I will be.
Mortality, don't you know.