You bet-cha! DH and I've become huge fans of college football in the last couple of years..... specifically the Auburn Tigers. Thank you, son!
'Not certain how to define this attraction. Perhaps its (my) being awed by all the youthful idealism? Since I've never been to a "real" college football game before, or tail-gated even!, we've planned our next trip to coincide with a storied rivalry this November.
One problem. My silly old heart goes out to these boys (OK, men) who suffer injuries .... humiliating mistakes. In the final seconds of last week's game the opponent's wide receiver dropped the ball near the end zone - cementing the Tigers' victory. And as the credits rolled, the sideline cameras captured his face -- wet with so many tears -- my own face began to crumple.
Yes, that's part of Life. What I've trouble wrapping my mind around are those gee-normous routs which occur so often. I ask DH .... then son: Why doesn't the winning orgaization "let" the other team score, just once - or, twice?"
"If I were coach, I'd be known as, the "Coach With Compassion." (So there!)
And, in separate conversations, a thousand miles apart, they answered as one: "You'd be an UNEMPLOYED coach."
Is this a "guy" thing?
Guess I'd better grow a backbone, huh? -- and stick to my day job!