By Matt Mitzel After the football game in Carrington this past week, I decided to make my oldest son drive me to Bismarck to visit my folks. Throughout our adventures, I happened to drop something, and when I picked it up, he said, “don’t worry, it will buff.” I sat there for another five minutes waiting for him to finish the sentence, but he didn’t. Soooo, that was it. Not - it will bu...