So what if we lost?
It’s homecoming, Dads in town and it’s Saturday night.
Gone are the warm months of summer paralegal practice, now he’s neck deep in infinite briefs.
But Law School’s labors subside tonight just long enough to gulp in a bit of October bite (a warm one by his Salt Lake City standards) and watch the slaughter of the home team.
“I guess we can’t be good at everything.”
I ask him why law and he replies modestly,
“Well I knew I wanted to go for a PHD or something.”
This is one hell of a something.
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