As the second prepared to throw their rock, my mom and her sweeping partner set out to ensure that the rock made it to the house. As the rock travelled in its path towards the house, my mom and her sweeping partner got to it sweeping vigorously when all of a sudden, my mom’s glasses started slipping off her face. Without skipping a beat, her partner reached up and pushed the glasses back into place while not giving up on the rock. The shot was made, and good times were had by all. If that isn’t friendship and dedication to the game, I don’t know what is!