Crikey. The baby upstairs is crying again. Having been around babies my entire life — and that’s no exaggeration as that was one way my mom took in extra cash when I was little and then the first nephew arrived when I was 15 and the kids just kept on coming from there — it doesn’t really bother me. Kind of reminds me of my family in an oddly pleasing way. But if I were her parents I might start to question whether something might be actually wrong with her. Because seriously, it is her single mode of communication from what I can tell and at almost 2 she should have chilled that out a little at this point. Anyway, digressing…
I think I’m going to have to shift the dance schedule to accommodate football. Looks like I’ll be dancing on Thursdays and Fridays instead of weekends for awhile. And there’s no question it’s a shift and not a departure because the sporty girl I am with these boys I hang around with must be tempered through dance. It’s where I remember my grace and find my femininity again. It has been this way for me since early childhood, round about the age of 4 or 5, when I started both pursuits. And so it must remain. Because I like being a tough girl. But the operative word there is girl…
Speaking of football, I was tempted to be all sad about the loss to Boise State. I mean, when I see both running backs and receivers sliding and taking dives to avoid taking a hit I see Roger Dorn from Major League:
Jake Taylor: What I was concerned with was why you didn’t come up with that grounder that Rockert hit in the 9th
Roger Dorn: It was out of my reach, what do you want me to do dive for it?
Jake Taylor: Rog, it could have meant the game!
Roger Dorn: oh come on cut the rah rah shit Taylor! Year after this I go free agent. Plus me and my agent got a couple of plans for life after baseball. So I am not about to risk major injury or displace this property for a collection of stiffs!
This is no way to be competitive and win games. It shows a lack of discipline. I’m not on the “Fire the Coach!” bus just yet because Boise State is one of the best in the country but I’m thinking if UGA doesn’t look next week like they eat glass in the off season rather than go in for quarterly mani-pedis, then Richt’s not feeding them glass to eat. And that’s on him.
Also, my friend Nick posted a piece in Bleacher Report that made me feel a little more philosophical about the loss. It’s a good read and is optimistic and doesn’t say a word about the damn new uniforms because look, they had nothing to do with it. The uniforms are fine. If you think that was the problem then you’re really missing something about how the game is played.
On a side note, we welcome you Texas A&M. And perhaps he’ll lose votes in the heartland — yeah probably not — but I guarantee he wins them in the South.
Speaking of coaching, our little flag football team appears to be coming together. I recruited two more last night and we have our first game this Saturday. And the league has blessed us with the most kicking schedule! (Thanks Nick. Remind me to buy you a beer…) We only have one 8 am game (those can get very cold in a month or so) and it would appear, at least for the moment, that there are no conflicts with the UGA football games. I’m digging being the GM — obviously I have offensive and defensive coordinators — I never played the game growing up being a girl and all. But my brothers and father were all fantastic at it and I certainly grew up hearing about it and learning the strategy and heartbreak of it from conversations in the living room following wins/losses. So, I predict an even more refined appreciation for it after this little foray into managing a rec flag team. Johnmire, as is his style, has a new playbook of 13 plays — gulp — and has asked that I order color-coordinated wrist playbooks for receivers etc. I’ll be buying a mouth guard as well because every once in a while some jerk throws a shoulder in your face. But there’s actually something fun about the righteous indignation when playing those dillweeds. Especially if you win. So, should be a fun little season. Pray for us so that no one gets hurts…like me…
Finally, it was nice to see Herschel Walker on the sidelines in Atlanta last night. He is a classy guy and truly may have been the greatest to ever play. When I was little, he was revered as some sort of superhero where I was from. He actually addresses that in his trailer for the SEC “Storied” series (that I can’t wait to watch on Sept. 7). Most recently he was on the History Channel show “You Don’t Know Dixie” talking about southern accents. And his middle Georgia accent is so charming and actually pings my heart a little. Because look, I can’t talk on the phone or meet someone new without someone commenting on mine. Apparently when I get sassy it really comes out. My friend Liz says she knows when I’m annoyed with something because I get “all Southern.” I like hearing the accent from the mouth of someone like Walker. Takeaway bit of info from his wiki page: “In 1988, while still a player for the Dallas Cowboys, he danced with the Fort Worth Ballet for a single performance.” Um, yes. My little brother also took dance as a child — thanks to our mother the ballet dancer — and he went on to become one of the best players on his high school team — broke rushing records, etc. — and very nearly played for UGA before life took him in another direction. So, see. Sport and dance taste great together.
See you kids after the holiday. Make it a safe and happy one. Also, these are the only two pics I took last night but it’s nice to spend time with the friends. They are as awesome as they look.