No Tagbacks 

Wednesday, January 30th, 2013

Ten men in their 40s have been playing a game of Tag, off and on, for over two decades.

What they didn’t know was Sean Raftis, who was “It,” had flown in from Seattle and was folded in the trunk of the Honda Accord. When the trunk was opened he leapt out and tagged Mr. Tombari, whose wife was so startled she fell backward off the curb and tore a ligament in her knee.

“I still feel bad about it,” says Father Raftis, who is now a priest in Montana. “But I got Joe.”

What this is doing in the Wall Street Journal, I have no idea.

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