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You want to have a really good time this summer?
Of course, you do.
I have a concrete suggestion.
Park your car five miles away, go to First Street in Bethany Beach, and walk up to the beach in a full sweat. Make sure the temperature is above 95 degrees and gaggles of horseflies and seagulls are flying around waiting to swoop down and nibble on your bathtub of Thrashers Fries.
Pull up your beach chair and sit down next to what looks like a half-in-the-ground quartet of fellas except dressed in war-torn T-shirts or black bear hairy chests: Sean and Wolfford O’Boyle, Head, and Whit.
They’ll be playing a card game called Spades. Watch them deal the cards, study what they have, and then start playing the game.
You’ll be fascinated. Whit’s bald and bronzed head will distract you, and Head’s ginormous head will, too, and Wolfford’s bent knee will also make you wonder why he didn’t have surgery on it 35 years ago after he tore his ACL the same day CC Allen dumped him for Jimmy Foley.
You will be riveted by the pensiveness of these guys, aging men, balding, graying, decaying, playing cards in virtual silence. Only the occasional quick blurt of a cuss word is thrown in now and then.
I had the great fortune to witness this exhilarating scene a few weeks ago and I have to tell you it was the pinnacle of my summer. I’m not sure there’s anything more stimulating than watching four old men play Spades.
I kept running my mouth – saying nothing that mattered – while all four of them pretended I wasn’t there. My clatter got to Wolfford.
“Stop it,” he said. “Just stop it.”
I look back on my life and there have been many highs: winning the MVP of the Georgetown Prep tournament, beating Rudy in a splash dive contest, wearing a yellow tuxedo to senior prom, starring in the McDonald’s Capital Classic, beating Gonzaga-led by Sluby, and publishing Hit Upon God.
But none of that compares with the day this summer when the horseflies flew around me eating my fries and squirting doo on them as I watched those four men play Spades with the sun cooking me like a slice of bacon on a skillet turned up high.
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