ah, the innocence of youth: a mini-post

for much of my life i lived behind a high school.  as this was where my mother and father purchased a home.  and so it was.  we would walk around the block to the stadium and i would watch the crowd cheer and jump and cause all types of general ruckus.  always chants of 'Go Big D.'

it took me quite a few years to figure out who 'D' was.  and why he was big.  and why there seemed to be one on every football team.  honestly.  i thought there was a player nicknamed 'D' before i ever thought, hm, perhaps the D stands for something.  and by "quite a few years" i mean well into my teenage-dom.

honestly.

and while we're on the subject...where was the colts' D last night???

oh peyton...you must carry the team on your ample and strong shoulders...

you heard me.