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A GREAT LEDBETTER DAY
Roger drops back, sets up in the pocket and fires a perfect pass to his back up Tight End Jackie Smith. Captain Comeback is doing what he does best, bringing our beloved Cowboys back against the villainous Steelers. We finally will get retribution from our previous Super Bowl loss and wipe the smile off Terry Bradshaw’s face. My mates and I jump off the couch, ready to do our touchdown dance. Our sunshine turned to rain as the ball slips through his fingers and with it our hopes and dreams of finally defeating the Steelers in a Super Bowl.
Bubba, Sims and I cry for what seems like hours on our apartment steps. At that point in my young life, it was by far the worst thing that happened to me personally. We couldn’t stop the tears from flowing and our sister’s Cribbie, Nannette and Lisa couldn’t help but continue the agony with their relentless teasing. Sisters can be so cruel sometimes, however I love sisters.
Sundays were always the best day of the week. My sissy and I would wake up to the smell of bacon and pancakes for breakfast. My mom made the best pancakes in the free world. They were fat and fluffy and the bacon fried to perfection. We would get dressed for Sunday school. I would go next door to hurry my cousin Sims. He was always last. His two sisters, my sissy and us two knuckleheads, would walk up the street to our church, New Zion Baptist, on Ledbetter Road.
