Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Here my horseshoe is the red one and my daughter's is the brown. There was a hot dispute on which shoe was the closest and a third party had to be brought in to officiate. It was determined that Emily's horseshoe was, in fact, slightly closer to the pole, so her team got the point. However, in the end, it was sheer talent and pluck that won the game and Tim and I prevailed by scoring several ringers.
We take our horseshoe games seriously in Bridgewater.