And if a man starts to weaken, that’s a shame!
For ‘Bama’s pluck and grit have writ her name in crimson flame!–Yeah Alabama by Ethelred Lundy Sykes
It is that time again. Pigskins are back. The first games of the season have been played. The Crimson Tide has taken the field and The University fans down here in Dixie are as happy as a pig in slop! Florida State University has been defeated 24 to 7, and all is well ya’ll for at least another week.
Now I’m not an avid football fan, which is sacrilege in my neck of the woods, tantamount to confessing a disbelief in Jesus Christ, but I have to admit there is something exciting about the boys taking the field, even for a sinner like me. The grills are lit, the chips and dip are set out, and the spirits, both of the beverage and emotional kind, flow. Anticipation has built and like starving men in the desert, parched and delirious, fans gather to feast. And to cheer!
So it was for us. Along with my husband’s former West Point classmate and his family in their beautiful downtown historic home, where I’d like to think countless others before us had tuned in to first games on rabbit-eared televisions and wood-encased radios; we watched, we ate, we talked, we laughed, we smiled and Alabama was victorious!
My maternal grandmother would’ve been proud. She was a FAN, having had two sons play for The University back in the sixties. Viewing from her armchair in her cavernous den, she would’ve helped Saban coach those boys to victory. I hope she was watching from her heavenly den!
The 2nd was also my hubby’s 45th birthday! So it was fortuitous that we were able to celebrate his MANY years with friends who knew him when he was young-er and spry-er! A turtle ice cream cake from Maggie Moos, great conversation, an Alabama win and the day was a wrap.
Leona & Alexander 