Nerfherding

Friends are funny things. We learned that in a game I named, "Nerfherding." I didn't know why I named it such, but I reckon it was because of the concept of the game.

We would take a red Nerf ball and throw it in the air and the one who could hold on to it for at least, "Ten Mississipp," would win. We'd give grace to the one who couldn't count to Mississippi without getting tackled, hit, or otherwise knocked sideways. He'd get to win that round. Dumbest dadgummed game I could've ever made up. But we thought it was fun.

We made up some simple rules:
1. No eye gouging.
2. No crotch punching.
3. No crying.
4. Always start each match with a prayer... just in case.

I can't count the number of times we ended up in a full fledged fight over the ball ignoring every rule we instituted, but there were no referees, just us.

So why in the world do I write about the dumbest game ever? it taught me grown up rules.

1. If you're going to grab the ball, you better know what you're going to do next.
2. When someone knocks the hell out of you, it was at your invitation.
3. No crying.
4. Always start the match with a prayer, not in case, but because God still listens to fools.
5. The best friends sit around after whipping each other and laugh.

I write this because we all grew up, sort of, and still we're the best, "Nerfherding," friends there ever were. A lawyer, a Navy, "SEAL," turned Deputy, a restaurant running phenomenon, and, well, me.

Thank you boys.