There was lots of hoopla and good times being had and very little sleeping going on. Which is how it's supposed to be, right?
The youngest of us all was a TROOPER to say the least; a real weekend warrior!
By Monday afternoon he had hung up his trousers and party shoes and swapped them out for his big bro's cleats and found a comfy place to crash...
He called it a weekend.
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