It's been a long and very hot Summer, and we're all pretty sick of the heat, and baseball. It's time for America's real favorite sport to return. That's college football. Period. Don't let the NY media tell you that it's pro football or, scoff, baseball or soccer. Let's tee it up and kick this sucker off. Go Noles!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
I could tweet but I have no interest. However, I do use Facebook everyday. I love the Internets, and my Droid, and I use Flickr to share my photos.
I moderate web sites, lurk technology forums, and I know more about your smartphone than you do.
Be careful with us old dogs, we are more tuned in than you think.
PS, Steve Jobs is a tool.Posted from my DROID.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Well, unless you give us the option of another week on the beach, alone. We sat on the beach and talked, we walked on the beach and talked, we took scenic drives and talked, we shopped and ate great food and drank great drinks and we TALKED. Maybe that's why we get along so very well, we talk. We talk about everything, as it happens. No misunderstandings, no miscommunication, no problems. Not for long anyway. Because we always talk.
Don't get me wrong. We love the kids and our family and we have some really wonderful friends that we don't see often enough other than football season. That's just the point. We have so many social things that we enjoy I can't list them all, but...
Well, except that lottery thing....then we'd have more time to talk.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I was born on opening day of the 1960 season. Two full months early. Story has it that I heard a whistle and wanted out. FSU beat Richmond 28-0 that day.
I was undefeated.
It's been a great ride. I've danced in the streets of NOLA, had beers on Tennessee Street, floated home from the Carolinas and even New Jersey. I've also been in the middle of near brawls in Hogtown and crossed words with rival fans.
We made it home from Miami in seven hours after the second Orange Bowl loss to OU and I still can't watch it. The 1987 Miami game is the same way. Can't watch it.
I've launched glasses, bottles, video tapes, bar stools and even a bird feeder in outbursts caused by unhappy turns on the football field. My wife has thrown me out of my own house and I still can't watch games at Hooters due to acting like an ass. I love my Noles...my wife graciously calls it my passion. I think I'm crazy.
It's different these days, different due to really getting to know some players, and their families. I don't just mean the scholarship players and the stars, I'm talking greyshirts and walk-ons and guys who almost never play. They work damned hard, just to be a Seminole. They're ours, and they're a lot younger than they seem to be.
It's not the same when you're old enough to be the father of the kids that you're cheering for. It changes when you see personally how hard they work, and not just on the field or in the weight room. Also seeing how hard their parents have worked to make them into fine young men who go to class, make good grades and who travel a long way to see their sons play.
They're good people, fine young men, and they're all somebody's son, grandson, brother, uncle, cousin, even a father or three. They're not just this year's 86 or 15 or 94.
It's changed the way I watch a game. I pull for the players first, then for my team and myself.
Oh yeah... touch the boobies.