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Franklin playoff football just got personal: PART I

Posted by Kevin Fischer on Nov. 11, 2009

FRANKLIN HIGH SCHOOL TAKES ON WAUNAKEE THIS SATURDAY AT

1:00 AT KETTLE MORAINE IN A WIAA DIVISION 2 SEMI-FINAL FOOTBALL

PLAYOFF GAME. THE WINNER ADVANCES TO THE STATE

CHAMPIONSHIP GAME AT CAMP RANDALL STADIUM.



I am blessed to work with some sharp, insightful, talented, and very nice people at the state Capitol. A few are even Democrats.

One of my dear colleagues and friends in Madison (oh, no Kevin, please don’t pick me, please, please, please, don’t mention me) is bright, intelligent, vivacious, effervescent, attractive, and incredibly sweet.

She loves Sinatra, the Big Apple, Gucci, Burberry, Louis Vuitton, Prada, champagne, and 80’s tunes.

She likes the theatre and never comes late. She never bothers with people she hates. Doesn’t like crap games with barons or earls. Won´t go to Harlem in ermine and pearls. She likes the free fresh wind in her hair, life without care.

OK!

OK!

I hear you!

I know!

I know!

I’m getting carried away here.

She works for state Senator Alan Lasee (R-DePere).  You see. That’s not a line from the song.

Her name is Jen Esser, or as I call her, Jen-Jen the engine. If I was single I’d take her out for a malted (she’s available, gentlemen) , but she’s much too young for me and everyone knows I don’t go for that crap. Here is a picture of her playing on the state Capitol kickball team:

Jen is one of those females with so much going for her whom I happen to adore. She’s even a big booster of the Fighting Irish AND the Wisconsin Badgers. Yep, she likes and understands sports. Almost perfect is this Jen Esser (Almost I say because she lives in Madison).

Jen-Jen the engine’s resume says she graduated from Waunakee High School. That makes her a Warrior. That makes her, oh, I don’t want to say enemy because that’s too harsh for a woman you adore. That makes her, understandably mind you, the adversary this weekend.

When the brackets for the playoffs came out, Jen-Jen the engine told me it looked like the road to the title game for Waunakee had to go through Franklin. As big of a Franklin fan as I am, I voiced some apprehension knowing teams like Waterford and Lake Geneva badger stood in the way.

I should have known right then and there. Jen-Jen the engine, who’s in all the state capitol office pools, wanted to gamble with me.

OMG!

Did I just say that?

I misspoke.

There are no office pools in the bastion of state government!

They’re not allowed!

No one places wagers in the Capitol building, especially elected officials or their staffers!

WHEW!

Now that that’s settled…..

Jen-Jen is, as I’ve mentioned, very sharp. She knew by the lay of the land that Waunakee, her alma mater, would face Franklin, and though we haven’t talked specifics YET, I know, I just know (she reads my blog, by the way…smart cookie that she is) that she wants to………………….

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Bet me, baby.

Waunakee vs. Franklin.

Straight up.

No point spread.

Winner take all.

Sure, I’ll take that bet, engine.

Here’s where I am the perfect gentleman that I am at all times in real life, not just on my blog.

I will even let Jen-Jen the engine set the stakes.

Now I know Jen-Jen.


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Isn’t this awesome stuff. No controversy. No politics. Just fluff, and you’ve hung on every sentence right up until now. You just don’t get this kind of riveting stuff on WestAllisNow (Sorry, “Sponsor’s Name Here,” I’m excluding you).









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Now I know Jen-Jen.

She won’t wager a buck or two or ten. Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds. Won't go to Harlem, in Lincolns or Fords.

Naaahhhh.

Too Dullsville.

Being the proud graduate of Waunakee High (by the way, Waunakee and Franklin can both boast state football titles in their past) and the, as Duke Ellington would call her, “Sophisticated Lady,” Jen-Jen will want a night out on the town. If I lose, filet mignon, lobster, or both, candlelight, strolling minstrels, a big fat bill, etc, etc.

MY GOD, KEVIN, YOU’RE A MARRIED MAN!

Now why did someone have to bring that into this?

Yes, but the aforementioned engine, myself, and my wife are incredible friends. This bet is all about fun, the thrill of victory, and the agony of defeat.

For those of you who jumped to conclusions, shame on you!

My honor, as well as that of all of Franklin is at stake. I cannot reject Jen-Jen’s challenge for fear of sounding less than confident in the powerful Sabers.

(You know what? I bet even Greg Kowalski is having someone read this blog to him and is thoroughly enjoying it).

If the worst thing that happens, and yes, it would be sad, indeed, is that mighty Franklin falls to a bona fide football powerhouse in Waunakee and I have to wine and dine a fair maiden, then it will have been done in the defense of our beloved Sabers.


JEN-JEN THE ENGINE………..

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Let’s talk.
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OK, clever This Just In readers.




Any clue as to what the closing line of this blog will be.




Any guess at all.




Oh, c’mon.




It should be extreeeeeemmmmmmely obvious.
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Got ya. You’ve hung on this long?  You sad creature, you.
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TO BE CONTINUED....