Gerald and Harold were twins that were inseparable, share and share alike and exact duplicates in everything. As they grew older they had the same hobbies, including fishing. However, when fishing Gerald never seemed to catch fish and Harold always had "fishermen's luck".
One night Gerald stole out of the house with his brother's rod and reel. He went to the exact spot where Harold had caught a dozen trout that afternoon. He fished and fished with not even a nibble.
Just as he was packing to leave a trout leaped out of the water in a perfect arch and cried out solicitously, "Your brother isn't ill I hope?"
For the second week in a row, my son and I were the only ones who showed up for his soccer team’s practice.
Frustrated I told him, “Please tell your coach that we keep coming for practice, but no one is ever here.”
My son rolled his eyes and said, ”He’ll just tell me the same thing he did before.”
“That practice is now on Wednesdays, not Tuesdays.”
"Now, you got to keep away from this guy," the trainer whispered to his fighter. "Jab him and get away or he'll use his right. Don't let him get set up to use his right."
"I understand," said the fighter. "I'll do just like you say. Suppose he does get his right going and hits me clean. What do I do?"
"Nothing," replied the trainer. "Just relax and the referee and I will carry you to your corner."
My diary has had some very interesting entries during Corona-virus. As a sportsman, many of my entries during the suspension of sports have been sport oriented...
For example, here is my entry for April 17, 2020: “Day 37 of no sports. Watching birds fight over worms. Cardinals lead the Blue Jays 3-1.”