My third grade daughter entered us in a marbles tournament. I knew it was last night. I get home from roofing all day, my old knees ar killing me. Then my daughter(Crystal) tells me the tourney starts at 6 instead of 6:30! Its 5:10, supper isn't even started, and I want a shot of Jack to ease my pain. The wife and I whip up a batch of chili, and we scarf it down. Cut to the chase. We took second place! Thank goodness for that. Crystal had been telling all her friends that I am some kind of marbles whiz. Eight years ago, her older brother and I took 3rd at the same event, and I made the mistake of telling her that. I was afraid that we would do terrible, and she would be crushed. Crawling around on a concrete floor for 2 hours is not something my knees were thrilled about, but I got through it. Today, I get to crawl back up on that icy roof and put more metal up. Yeeeeehaw. At least little girl is happy.