In this rare photo of the Curmudgeon-to-be participating in some dreary high school gym "sport" are the seeds of a life-long dislike of organized sports. Due to memories that can't seem to be undone, I recall this being a "game" called War, which was sadistic in the extreme.
But there was a bright side. My good friend Tom was the designated attendance reporter in my gym class. Since I was excused from class during wrestling season on Doctor's orders, Tom graciously hid my lack of attendance from what followed wrestling - square dancing.
I took what little relief I could.
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