I feel better. I feel approximately 45 percent better. That’s not to say I am operating at 45 percent. I’m running at about 17 percent right now. That’s how bad yesterday was.
So Thursday night I felt it coming along. The cold steel bolt in the bottom of my throat, the watery eyes, something was coming up. So I started taking pills.
Kept it up through Friday, but felt OK through most of Saturday. Popped a fever Saturday night just before we got back to the hotel after the game. That fever broke overnight, though. Sunday I felt really good.
And then yesterday when I could feel the ancient indians pulling the soul from my body. Sinuses. Throat. Coughing. Congestion. Periodic minor fevers. I had all of that and more, really it was everything but the flu.
Today the sinuses are much closer to normal. I’m willing to swallow at least once an hour now, so that’s some improvement. I am still fighting off mild fevers, but doing so with ease. The coughing is killing me. I haven’t moved around very much.
And so there’s another picture to take our minds off of it.
This was on display at the USAA tent at the Army-Navy game. This football is from the 1945 China Bowl, played in Shanghai, some 13 hours before the Army-Navy game was played back home. But you have to change your thinking about the Army-Navy game from now to then. In 1945 Army was on their way to a national championship. Navy was a one-loss team and would finish second in the nation. This was at the height of their powers when it came to football respect.
Anyway, this was also 1945. The war was just over. This game was played by a bunch of Army soldiers against sailors of the line. The Navy won. This football was signed by all the members of that team and sent back home. Today it is on display for pictures like this.
But look at that date: Dec. 1, 1945. Who, four years earlier, could have pictured themselves in China?
