I drove in to Mullin and began searching for the school. I knew the general area of town it was located in as I had been there before but for some reason, I was having one of those directional days and had to do the three minute small town circle. I caught a glimpse of it through some trees and after a quick turn around and a way too fast drive across the railroad tracks I was there. I hope those of you from Mullin got an image of my little Fiat as it took flight and my rearview mirror flying off. Not to mention my Minion Man passenger was a bit disheveled. Totally worth a belly laugh. For the record, I drove much slower across the tracks on my way back through town.
I arrived at the field and parked between the Ag truck and a bullpen. Mullin has a nice green field next to the school in a farm-like setting. A very serene place that makes you want to go to school there. The boys and coaches were working hard when I arrived. The sun was starting to heat things up as the last hour of practice was starting.
Coach Williamson greeted me, and I was able to get a quick interview with him before he had to get back into practice. They ran multiple drills and worked on defense for various common plays. The boys and Coach Williamson are finding their niche and working well together.
I left town and took FM 573 to Comanche. If you are a motorcycle rider, this is a great road. Lots of twists, turns, and views. There is a particularly surprising hill top view of Comanche about two miles from town. It was a wonderful drive to end my morning venture. I love the small towns and rural areas. Once a 1A kid, always a 1A kid.
See you on the sidelines!
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