I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m so glad football season is here. I much prefer the trash talking and sports smackdowns to the political scene that was so prevelant over the summer.
We’re so glad football started that we watched a Thursday night game a couple of weeks ago. It was an SEC dual between Vanderbilt (‘Dores) and South Carolina (LameCocks). Because the kids cannot resist a tv that is on, they sat with us to watch a little bit of the game.
Neither of these kids are big sports fans, but they do know the cardinal rule of the game in our house:
Rule #1: SEC > Any other conference, most especially the Big 12 minus-2 pansies. (Mom concedes that some years the Big East has better basketball teams, but is just as frequently overrated.)
Because it is the kids’ belief nobody could watch a game for fun, they figured we had to have a preference in the Vandy vs. SC game. And, we did for two reasons: (1) my brother and sis-in-law graduated from Vandy, but more importantly (2) we hate Steve Spurrier.
Kid: “Who’s Steve Spurrier? And, why do we hate him?”
Us (unified on this issue): “Because he used to coach for the Florida Gators and would run up the score on the other teams.”
Kid: “What’s he supposed to do? Tell the players not to try?”
Us: Long, uncomfortable silence as we ponder the fact our non-competitive child now seemingly grasps the concept of competition. “Well, no, but he could have run the clock out instead of passing.”
Kid: Eye roll . “Whatever. What’s for dinner?”
This is pretty much how it goes in our house. Brilliant flashes of insight followed by food requests.
Kid #1 also made an amazing observation this past week about LSU’s football field. This kid can’t find his size 15 behemoth shoes half the time, but picked out an anomoly on the field that I hadn’t noticed in the last 30 years.
See if you can look at the picture and tell me what it is!