At the Samford game, where all the girls say “Warrrr Eagle!”

Or is that a yawn? Hard to tell.
As to this guy, I have no idea. That’s not true. I have some idea. I think he’s from the 1970s and has a time machine.

This guy got into the game early, and stayed with it the entire afternoon:

Tiger claw. Looks a bit purplish, though:

I’m not sure if she and her sister watched any of the game, but both of their parents spent the entire four quarters with binoculars to their eyes:

Future’s so bright …

It was actually a bit warm when the sun came out from behind the clouds to check on the game. When the sun was off working elsewhere, however, and the wind was blowing in from the north, there was a bit of a chill. Altogether a lovely day to spend outside with friends.
The multiple tiger stripe patterns confuse other animals in the wild:

Mr. Penny does push ups for the team, and he’s a fixture on the wall in the north end zone. Great guy. He works in the local school system, is one of those people who you never see without a smile on his face and loves the kids he works with.
This last year the community raised money (some $9,000 that turned into tickets for the Pennys, new luggage and season tickets this year, and then they had to ask people to stop donating) to send him to the national championship game in Arizona. Wonderful story, which you can hear him talk about here.
“Mr. Penny said that.”
This little guy was not happy the early goings on of the game:

Everything all worked out in the end:

Meanwhile, at the movies, we watched that wretched film last week with a flat Edward and a homecoming queen:

My girls at play:

Those gameday portraits are great. Keep ’em coming.