Its that time of year again, friends and neighbors: back to school. I remember with fondness how my buddies and I would head down to the brickyard and watch all the freshmen girls walking to class. What a great week that was. I don't think we even went to class. We'd just perch in front of Harrelson (I think that's the buildings name) and watch the girls, girls, girls.
Of course, that also signifies the beginning of football season, followed closely by the beginning of basketball season. So I've always had a special place in my heart for "freshmen season."
I also remember how excited we get at the thought of the new freshmen class that would head to Aspen every season. The mountain would open on Thanksgiving day every year. And the freshmen would start trickling in between early November and Christmas. And all the wolves knew that that meant a whole new crop of girls from all over the world arriving in our little snowy paradise, ripe for the picking. And in Aspen- where the ratio was something like one girl for every 20 guys- there was saying: "if you ever get a chance at the plate, you better swing for the fences, because you probably won't be at the plate again." I won't bore you with how many times I got to the plate, friends and neighbors.
But for good or bad or the other, its freshmen season................
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