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that time of year

It's football season folks! Several years ago I was quite mortified when I went home and discovered that UofA had updated its logo. Gone was the cute little gray elephant. It is now a ferocious looking, rampaging beast. And life goes on.

If last night's game was any indication, there may actually be a chance that Auburn's winning streak will end this year. (Yes, that is a huge gasp of air you're hearing from down south and from Theresa Grant's house). And even better, this year's game is the SAT after Turkey Day. Provided I can get a certain someone to cooperate, I might actually get to see the game with my family this year.

Regardless, there's two days of the year when the females in my family do not answer the phone with "hello." Immediately following the AL/AU game, the females and my father will answer the phone with "ROLL TIDE!" regardless of the outcome. (And on Christmas Eve morning it's always "Christmas Eve Gift!") It's made for some interesting scenarios when Bobby's family has called on those days. I think Bobby's nephew Robert would say that "I'm from Alabama" is synonymous with "I'm crazy." That may be, but I think there's some traditions that are worth upholding.

Comments

Carroll said…
I knew I liked you! It's nice to see another girl that gets excited about football! ; )
Monica said…
So who do you root for?
Monica said…
Ah, I remember now...you're the Wolfpack fan whose magnet keeps getting stolen...

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