Cleats by Bill Hinds for May 08, 2005

Transcript:

Gary: Whew! Three games in one day - this tournament schedule is brutal. Deanna: Jack, leave our cleats outside the back door and go straight upstairs to the bathtub. And leave your uniform outside your bedroom door, so I can wash it for tomorrow. Jack: 'Kay, Mom. Deanna: Oh my. Gary: Hmmm...what do you think? Are they held up by the dirt, or the stink?