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Show 88, Jeffries, Islamorada [Section 2] The cop shuffled off while the lady signaled first down and the little one looked up nervily and announced, "You missed it, Mommy. Face mask. Should'a been fifteen." And the brunette patted her daughter's bottom and said, "Well I'm just going to have to get you your own little flag." And on with the game till the police got greedy and lost it on an interception. Then, from both sides came the appropriate spiking, weeping, cursing and dancing. And a lot of the guys had some very sharp ladies waiting for them after the game, but Dory had come up empty again and he decided he would without hesitation settle for a bread artist. So he talked to that miniature official, hoping to meet her mother, who was occupied as she seemed to know a number of the players on each team. "Well, sir. My mother has plans for me to be one. An official. A backjudge, or maybe the referee, the boss in the white hat." "Why not." "She says a girl always has to have a job to fall back on." "Just so." "Ask me a signal. And I know a lot of the rules. I watch it on television, and one day Mommy held the |
