While I’m an open book and most likely going tell you everything about myself. Much of the time I’m probably going to tell you more than you need to know and for sure tell you more than you want to hear.
I’ve got a friend, a very good friend that I spend a lot of time with. He is an open book, as am I so very little fails to get said when we are together.
I’m pretty much a braggart, especially when I comes to my grandchildren, to which I won’t apologize for. They mean everything to me and I love talking about them.
My friend is someone I’ve known for at least 55 years. We pretty much lost touch for most of our adult lives, about forty years. We didn’t know each other while we were raising our families. But during the past 8 or 10 years we have become really close and talk on the phone or see each other two or three times a week.
In a conversation this morning he mentioned one of his grandsons by name. I said “I don’t believe I’ve ever met him”. He said “oh, he plays for the Cowboys”.
I was baffled. “What do you mean he plays for the Cowboys”? Come to find out he played this past season in Dallas, but prior to that he play four years for the Detroit Lions.
“Why had you never mentioned that before”? All he said was “I just didn’t want it to sound like I was bragging”.
Trying to get to the bottom of him never sharing that I asked if he was not all that close to that boy? “I was pretty damn close, my ex-wife and I raised him.”
When I asked why he didn’t get him to send us a pair of tickets down so we could go watch him, he said everyone in that boys life hounds him, wanting things. He said he vowed to never ask for anything. “That boy has enough on his plate without me wanting something from him all the time.”
My friend is a huge pro football fan and even a bigger Dallas Cowboys fan, which even makes this revelation even stranger.