I am unorthodox and eccentric anyway. So yes, I am crazy 

in a way. And I sure have Guts.  Like starting this blog before

really can get it to function and look like I want it to. I guess

I guess that’s crazy and it may take guts.  

Why Guts?  When I was a little boy @ 10 years old; I entered

a local punt, pass & kick competition. In case you don’ t know;

that is where you competed against all the other boys in the

community to see who could punt, pass and kick the farthest.

Being from a football town, every boy thought they could. I 

wasn’t sure. But one thing I was sure of: I was sure that I could

try the hardest; and so I did. I must have passed and thrown that

football a zillion times. If I didn’t have anybody to pass it to; I 

threw it to an imaginary target and went and picked it up and 

passed it back up the back yard, the same way I passed it down.

Over and over and over again, I did this till I could literally 

do it in my sleep.

So, on the day of the competition I was all keyed up and ready 

to give it my best.  But like most kids I was a show off & somebody

dared me to jump over the fence. I did. But the problem was that

I landed squarely on the fence and the barbs dug deeply in the 

back of my leg. When I pulled the barbs out; you guessed it, out

came some of the muscle tissue of my leg.

So the officials quickly started to cart me off the the doctor to 

get it sewed up but I would not hear of it. Because I had not 

competed yet. (I’m sure they would not today in our sue happy

world) but back then, I was able to talk them into letting me

compete before they drug me to the doctor.

   I did my best. Regardless of my leg; I had GUTS and just had

to have a chance to compete.

When I came back, the officials had a special announcement to

make. The announcement was that a young boy who wouldn’t 

give up had won the competition; because he had a lot of GUTS.

And that is the beginning of the story.