Ah, Herman the German how I've missed thee. Today is the fifth sojourn to the German Town as an Eagle. So many great memories as a kid (as a Wildcat, of course)- getting killed by every team we played, eating Snickers ice cream bars for all three meals, trick plays, and Larry Fritzgerald schooling me in my last grade school basketball game... good times.
This year is a short journey, sadly. No cards or ribs or talks with Schoenherr... just chapel and lunch and gone. Good luck boys and girls; we have a 11 year winning streak, keep on rollin'!
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