George Parsons of Tombstone wrote this in his diary on January 12, 1882: “Grand football racket this afternoon on Fremont Street near Fourth. All hands joined in, all kinds of conditions and we had much joy. Result about $10 worth of glass broken in Epitaph and Nugget and some sore
toes.” There is no record of Wyatt
Earp playing, but it’s probably safe to
say he would have had a le

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