Dinner with Hachiro # 1.
I thought I had made it ….. he finally asked me to dinner. I got there and he was still preparing dinner. “Flynny, coming in,” he said, as he motioned to the back door. I walked from the front door through the house to the back door where I saw a lawn mower waiting for me. “Go head. Mowing for spaghetti!!!”
The Bear is Mean—long trip in Oklahoma, Iowa, etc.
After Midlands we wrestled a number of duals. We were on the road for approximately two weeks. After losing to Oklahoma, Coach Lorenzo was PISSED! The next a.m. he told us to get our stuff on to run. We piled into a van, and he drove and drove and drove. No one said a word, but we kept looking at each other thinking, “This is a marathon run.” My best guess is that about eight miles out he pulled over and uttered his first words of the morning, “Get out,” and drove away. Upon completion, we got another short story, “Pack your stuff.” Lorenzo really must hate losing to Oklahoma!
Dinner with Hachiro #2
“Coming over, Flynny, for dinner.” Foolish me— as I approached his house, I did not notice that a ladder was leaning against it. My guess was correct—gutter cleaning day for Flynny. Side note: Hachiro is a good cook!
Ask Koser about getting caught running (smuggling) Frosties to the team in Morgantown when Lorenzo told us to stay in our rooms.
