Playing football for a south Georgia home school/private school league, was nothing short of a lesson in South Georgia culture. Kartwright came home from practise with lots of funny stories.
Most of K's team mates were from farming families. The coaches often used farming terms, or illustrations to make clear their objectives. They were mostly lost on Kartwright. In one of the first meetings while explaining a tackling tactic, the Coach asked K, "You know how when you're herding cattle, and one is right there in the shoot, and you go in ......." No Coach, I don't know anything about Cattle" replied K with a look of confusion. Their ways were as foreign to him, as his city boy ways were alien to them.
There was one boy that was a bit small, he didn't seem to belong on any football field, let alone one full of large farm boys. K mentioned something to one of the other players about it. "yep" the burly boy offered, "but he won the biggest punkin ribbon at last years fair!!......." WELL, all right then, who are we to question his athletic abilities, if he won the biggest pumpkin ribbon, I mean, how many of us can say that after all!
The players often accused K of using big words, and to many besides. They couldn't understand half of what he said, but by the end of the season he was "a talkin jes lik em".
They were a great bunch of man children, and their parents were the salt of the earth, called that because it is they, that make the rest of this earth palatable! Kartwright had the time of his life, being a
HOLY GROUND STALLION
.....no, I'm not even kidding, that was their name!
SP - IR- IT , GOT SPIRIT? LET'S HEAR IT!