Cursing Like Sailors!

Another fun day of boule. We thought we had it in the bag, until a cochonnet knock by Pat gave our opponents 4 points! At 12/8 we had to keep them at bay, but eventually, their 13th arrived.

Pat is a firm believer in talking to the boule... directing the boule's path by sheer will. It seemed to work as Buzz tried some really salty cursing to get his boule closest to the cochonnet. It works!

Yes, we meet at 12-noon (but I arrive shortly thereafter... probably by 12:10pm) - telling folks that we play at 12:15pm to 1:05pm isn't as easy to remember as Noon to 1pm... But you get the general idea...