In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
The season starts today for my fellow Vols fans. It started yesterday for others, and today for some but today is specifically for people like me, and V00d3w and my close friend OfficerT, a rabid Arkansas fan.
Today is the first day our traditions have seen the light of day since last year. It is a special day. Rivalries are revived. Old arguments are renewed. Old friendships rekindled. As the days grow shorter, the weather cooler, and the wind holds a bit of a scent of winter in the air, these are the days when it all changes not just our programming, or our weather, but our lifestyle; at least one day per week.
Morning Breaks by the Spite Family Wilderness Retreat here in Southwest Missouri
Here at The Spite Family Wilderness Retreat we have many Game Day traditions.
But those superstitions are based in my traditions. Those superstitions can be fun, especially if you have your friends involved.
It becomes fun for friends to ask about Volunteer Sunrise, your personal blend of coffee on Game Day morning while preparations are underway. It becomes fun when your friends want to get involved in creating a tradition, or if they want to perhaps modify your own such as an ingredient suggestion.
It becomes fun, as each Saturday becomes a rhythm with your family, friends, times they arrive, things that are done. Kids anticipate your wife or girlfriends brownies. Guys gather around the beer cooler as open flame is lit. The ladies laugh at their husbands as they set paper plates, and call out scores to each inquiry from the grill.
Its not just about superstition, it’s about traditions. Those traditions that lend a kind of stability to your life when it seems all else is going out of control. A day to look forward too each week, when at least 5 of them you feel you could do without. A small point of happiness, family, friendship, and a kind of explosive peace as the whistle blows and shouts are made at referee’s. Those traditions that can last a lifetime as your kids pass them on, or who ask you when the next football game is.
My day was made when my daughter spotted an orange at the grocery store at age 3 and asked “Daddy, are those from Tennessee?”. Because of the color.
These are the days that make life special, and those traditions, those superstitions only add flavor to its length.
That’s always been kind of a motto of mine, well tomorrow, I am definately goin hard. I have cleared my calender of everything except sports…and the best kind!
At High Noon: The moment I wait for every year like a rabid foaming-at-the-mouth English Bulldog: The UGA Dawgs First Game!!!
All that said? It’s just a mere 36 hours……36 measly and slow crawling hours until it’s
FOOTBALL TIME IN TENNESSEE!!!!!
For a few short months this typically political, military and personal focused blog becomes a plethora of color, drum lines and play reminiscence. For a limited time there is a chill in the air, and you can see your breath each morning and feel the tension as you head for the bandstands. Why do we do this?
Because we cant be serious all the time. Because life isn’t just politics, and war, and legislation and taxes. Because its good for the soul to step back, breathe and enjoy something. Because we are fans, one of Georgia, and one of Tennessee true red black and orange sons of the south. We are SEC where football is not just a game but a way of life.
Welcome to the 2010 NCAA Football season fellow readers. I truly believe it’s going to be one helluva ride!
36 hours ladies and gentlemen. ….35.59…………45.58………
I had a very interesting day yesterday. On my way to work, I got pulled over for not wearing my seatbelt. Then the cop cuffs me, and hauls me off to jail, he says there’s a warrant our for my arrest.
Sorry for the bad quality of this photo, I was IN JAIL when it was taken!
So, after I call my wife, tell her I am on my way to jail, she loses it and cries hysterically, then I start tearing up. The cop tells me to “Be a man” I tell you this friends, I damn near lost it on him!
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