When I was a freshman in college I had the pleasure of meeting the one and only Jeff Watkins. Jeff, Jordan, and I terrorized the DT pool with our good looks and pooka shell necklaces. I went to his missionary farewell for no other reason than the fact that he was such a good friend. We had so much fun as roommates when we got home from our missions and domianted at flag football, running the bread and butter with jam to perfection. We met Brock Lesner and Kurt Angle . We proudly wore soccer jerseys. Without me he would never have met his wife because it was I who knew Dogey. I am certain that I cried more at his wedding than he did and I cried when he and Corinne moved from Utah. He's seen me at my best and my worst and is one of my best friends in the world. Thank goodness for instant messenger . I think I'll move to Texas.
Happy Birthday Buddy!
2 comments:
thank you peter, you are too kind, though we all know you most certainly did NOT come to my farewell for me. You are a true friend and we hope that you do finally move down here and to stop messing with texas.
Dude...that was the most romantic post I have ever read. Jeff....I'd be careful I think Peter has a man-crush on you!
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