rabbit
10-09-05, 09:56 PM
Plain Dealer story. (http://www.cleveland.com/hsfootball/plaindealer/index.ssf?/base/sports/1128850303291450.xml&coll=2&thispage=1)
http://i.a.cnn.net/si/pr/subs2/siexclusive/2005/writers/rick_reilly/09/26/reilly1003/p1_martin_0927.jpg
Dayton— Bobby Martin couldn’t help himself. He had just rescued his Colonel White football team from certain disaster, yet again, and he was giddy with joy. So he started dancing. Right there on the sidelines of Welcome Stadium. In the middle of the game.
That’s what happens when the music starts, a drum beats, or the mood simply strikes. Martin loves to dance. He sways his shoulders back and forth, bounces his chest in rhythm, bobs his head in time.
The fact that he has no legs has never stopped him from wrestling or playing football, and it certainly doesn’t stop him from dancing. Or acting out a good story with embellishment.
http://i.a.cnn.net/si/pr/subs2/siexclusive/2005/writers/rick_reilly/09/26/reilly1003/p1_martin_0927.jpg
Dayton— Bobby Martin couldn’t help himself. He had just rescued his Colonel White football team from certain disaster, yet again, and he was giddy with joy. So he started dancing. Right there on the sidelines of Welcome Stadium. In the middle of the game.
That’s what happens when the music starts, a drum beats, or the mood simply strikes. Martin loves to dance. He sways his shoulders back and forth, bounces his chest in rhythm, bobs his head in time.
The fact that he has no legs has never stopped him from wrestling or playing football, and it certainly doesn’t stop him from dancing. Or acting out a good story with embellishment.