Yesterday morning, I’m standing in front of my bathroom mirror, checking out my brush job on my hair. Well, pitiful, just pitiful! There’s just getting less and less hair up there! And it’s white. And I could see one hair hanging down on my forehead, across my left eye. I closed my right eye so I could get a closer look with my left at this wild hair! I finally got ahold of it and placed it back in its proper place. But bonging…it popped out again! My wife passed by just then and asked what I was doing…I told her I had a wild hair and was trying to get it to lie down with the rest of them. Kind of like following the crowd, doing the right thing, and keeping as much hair as possible. So, she wet it down and placed it on top of the sprayed front hair…It stayed.
Wellsir, it got me to thinking about all the wild hairs that came across my lifetime. Looking back on my life, I have just realized…there is a WILD HAIR IN EVERY BUNCH! I’m talking about sports, school, church, and even the grocery store!
I’m talking about what I’ve experienced throughout my life. I think you will enjoy reminiscing with me. I got to thinking of all the people I’ve experienced to be a wild hair. Here are a few of them:
1.) E Jay McIlvain. Oh my gosh! He had to pat or hug every girl he ever said hello to. And they all loved it! If I tried that, I would have ended up in jail for the day. A wild hair.
2.) In my date life, I had a girlfriend who had to check the Pampa News daily to see her horoscope before she did anything. If it said to stay in the house, that’s what she did. No movie. That didn’t work out very well. Another wild hair.
3.) As a Harvester basketball player at PHS, we had a guy who “had to do” a finger-roll shot any time he was in the game, and he missed that shot 50% of the time! So sure ‘nuff, in a game that meant whether we kept our historical record wins, he did a “finger-roll” shot instead of a simple “layup shot” and missed! That cost us the Portales, NM game and ended our record of 72 wins and 0 losses. He definitely was a wild hair, and his name was Mud.
4.) My brother, Zack Griffin, was one of the popular boys at PHS in his class. The girls loved him, and the guys respected him. But after graduation, he never contacted any of them again. I never could figure him out…he was a wild hair.
5.) As a basketball coach at PHS in 1963, we were in an important game, and it was only 11 seconds until the last buzzer, which would give us the game and our way to go to the state finals. But, unfortunately, we had this kid who didn’t take to coaching, and after telling our team to play “keep-a-way” till the clock ran out, this kid decides to shoot the ball, and he misses, and our opponents grab the ball and go down the court and sink a thirty-footer and beats us one point. I call him a wild hair…, and I got out of coaching and went into insurance!
I could go on and on about things we get “hung up on.” But you get the point, so I say, “I hope your wild hair is one you’ve enjoyed throughout life!
Ah-h-h-h, those were the days.
