THE REAL TRUTH ABOUT
WHAT HAPPENED AT THE WARD TURKEY BOWL

It was a little after 8:am on Thursday Morning and there I was looking at all the new snow in the park from my very warm but very safe front room window, 'But what to my wandering eyes should appear' what seemed like most of the male population of the 4th Ward (under 40 that is) was there, and they were all reared up and ready to play some serious flag football in the snow. You guessed it, it was the 4th Wards 1st ever annual turkey bowl, and I was going to be there to witness its inaugural kickoff. I thought it would be fun to go out and take pictures as the crazies try to run in the show without killing them selves off, so I left the warm vantage point in my living room, walked into my bedroom to get dressed for the occasion.

First I put on lots of warm pants, shirts and warm socks, I grabbed my warmest coat from the closet, put on my super BYU cougar ear-muffs, carefully slipped on my favorite insulated gloves, put on my shoes, grabbed my camera, and went out the front door to watch and learn from the pro's.

Did I hear you say 'WHAT DID I LEARN'?
It was Nothing, YES nothing at all.

You see, when I went out side to take some pictures the park was totally void of human beings except my self. There were no members from our Ward, no children playing in the snow, no Fathers laying on their backs making snow Angels, no wounded football players laying on the ground crying in agony, no teenagers snowboarding down the slopes that surround the park, and no blood stains in the snow where wounded comrades had fallen. There was no one there, nada, zip, only me, my bruised pride, and an empty snow laden park with lots of tracks down the middle.

As it turns out, ALL THE POOR LITTLE COLD TURKEYS WENT HOME about 9:00am for some warm turkey of their own, to where it is quiet, warm, and safe, where there is no 4th Ward members waiting to take you down, and no 'Turkey Bowl football' antics.

I wonder if everyone just gave up and went home as unfulfilled participants, fallen hero's driven back by Mother nature and her Cold Weather Construction Crew? Now did everyone just run into their homes and head straight for the master bedroom and jump into that big tub full of hot water where they could sit quietly for hours until their cold battered bodies relax, warm up until the stiffness in their old cold bones melt away?

Well, welcome to the World of the Annual Turkey Bowl.
Just get over it, cold happens, and bodies hurt. So.

There is even something more exciting to look forward to, the weather feels worse when you get older. Just ask Grandpa or Uncle Ed. Now they know what I am talking about.

SO HERE IS TO THE LONG WAIT UNTIL NEXT YEAR WHEN AGAIN WE CAN ALL HANG ONTO OUR PRIDE, MUSTER LOTS OF COURAGE, AND AGAIN TRY OUR LUCK AS WE TREK OUT, ONE MORE TIME, INTO THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT ON THANKSGIVING DAY, WHERE IT WILL THEN BE:

THE 2ND ANNUAL 4TH WARD TURKEY BOWL