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Writing, thoughts, ramblings, and what makes me laugh

Here’s My Card…

Going through Jr. High and High School I had four guys I would consider my best friends. We were always out running around together. We spent hours upon hours playing basketball at my house and a few of the local parks. We practiced plays and drills like crazy. We had zero aspirations of playing college ball but a “sweet victory” over some local punks at City Park was enough to satisfy our egos. We played until the sun went down and the game usually continued for a few hours after that (as long as dad allowed me to turn on the flood lights).

We shared many conversations during those basketball games and even more when they were over. We talked about girls, school, jobs, families, other people, church, our mistakes, our hopes, and girls. I can honestly say I probably had the biggest laughs of my teenage years during those times. We made fun of each other. We laughed about girls we had dated. We were shocked at our similar teenage parental struggles and we pretty much figured out life and all of it’s problems (if only I had transcripts of those conversations!).

Of course there were times when we got mad at each other (some because of basketball related “fouls” or a losing streak). We did what most teenage guys did…we didn’t talk about it and hung out with the other guys in our group until we forgot what we were mad about. We all shared a similar sense of humor but different enough that we could catch each other off guard.

Humor is really the point of this post. I was going through a desk at my parent’s house and found a birthday card that one of my above compatriots purchased me. I’m not sure which birthday it was but I know it was 15-17 years range. I’m not sure why I kept it but I think, somewhere deep in my subconscious, I knew someday there would be an outlet to share this with the world.

Without further adu:

Here is the front…

And the inside…

In case you are at all curious, “YF” stands for “Your Friend.” We were already using texting shorthand before it was mainstream popular. Another reason we were so cool.

Now, I’ve blacked out the name for security purposes. He could be a United States Senator now, but I’m not telling.

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August 4, 2010 - Posted by | Friends, funny | , , , , , , , , ,

2 Comments »

  1. Okay, who starts a note in standard text and switches to cursive? However, I must say the handwriting (either style) is impeccable!!

    Jason, you are very lucky to have a friend who would get you such a heart-felt card. Clearly the kind of person who plans ahead and isn’t afraid to openly share his feelings…a rare find.

    I definitely agree with your comments at the beginning. Those were some of the BEST years of my life. They certainly weren’t flawless, but that is part of what gave them the opportunity to be so freakin’ awesome! It’s the flaws that gave us the opportunity to show who we really were, help each other through some crazy things, and truly become friends and not just guys who hung out together for a while.

    WARNING: Crossing the sappy line here. We all have different people in our lives now, but I can honestly say that I can’t imagine having guy friends that will ever mean as much to me as you guys.

    And with that, I’ll leave you with this…$282

    YF

    Comment by Matthew | August 5, 2010 | Reply

  2. It IS nice handwriting. I believe it’s derivative of most ransom notes written in the eastern portion of the united states in the 90s. A rare find indeed. It’s like a 16 year old girl without an obsession with teen vampire angst!

    So you don’t agree with my comments at the end?? That’s just rude. By the way, I agree with your comments toward the end.

    Comment by Jason | August 5, 2010 | Reply


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