Football at the Beach

It's been foggy at the beach but Wally's grandson doesn't seem to care. Maybe because he lives in foggy SF, maybe because of the wide open spaces. 

We didn't get much football played because he kept stopping the game to tell us we weren't doing it right. I predict a career as an NFL practice coach...or a ref. But his joy in scoring a touchdown (while we were all doing just as he said - silly us) was contagious.