A recent post by my friend Andrew (www.heislikeatree.blogspot.com) had me reminiscing earlier today. He mentioned playing a game of H.O.R.S.E. with his wife. I was immediately transported back to elementary school. My brother and I, along with our neighbors, Blake and Caleb, would spend countless hours in our driveway playing basketball. After daydreaming of these years gone by, I remembered there was a phrase that we would say that would give you a second chance to stay in the game after receiving your final letter, but for the life of me, I couldn’t come up with it.

It finally hit me this afternoon. It came from out of the blue. I wasn’t even thinking about the game anymore, but there it was: “Farmer’s Last Chance.”

These words never struck me as odd growing up, but saying them as an adult really made me wonder where they came from. Thank the Lord for Google. Google always has an answer for me. But today it did not. Google failed me. I am certain that someday I will be able to forgive and forget, but it may take minutes or even seconds. So Google, consider yourself warned, and know that I am giving you your Farmer’s Last Chance to make it up to me.