I woke up to a rainy morning. The first thing I thought of? Silent football. Back in my Ruth Pyrtle elementary school days (go mustard-colored panthers!) on days like this we’d play silent football. Meaning, we’d sit on our desks and throw Peyton Manning passes of chalk-covered erasers to each other; consolation for not running around outside.
Anyone out there an 80s kid under wraps who threw an eraser back in the day, too?