On this day, four years ago, I put a ring on our tree in Savannah and asked The Yankee to have a lot more fun with me. She agreed that this could be a good idea.
Before I knew it a guy was offering to make us some of those bamboo floral things some of the street entrepreneurs sell to tourists. I didn’t even have the ring past her first knuckle and someone was already asking for money. Heh.
We sat in that same place yesterday, a beautiful day. They’ve all been pretty wonderful ever since then, though.
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Stayed up too late last night — this morning, really — and slept in. Made brunch.
Watched some quality DII football, where a quarterback who broke 5,000 yards in a single season. Old Dominion’s Taylor Heinicke broke a record held by the great Steve McNair. Remember McNair? Before his NFL career you heard about him almost every week at tiny Alcorn State. You’ve never heard of this Heinicke guy. But he puts up the yards.
It all ended for him, though. Old Dominion fell to Georgia Southern, with the last three drives of his sophomore season ending with a fumble, a failed fourth down and an interception.
And then the Army Navy game. I always cheer for Navy, the Department of the Navy has always been good to me. As the game progressed I began to think maybe I’d like Army to win.
Just this once. Maybe everyone should know beating their rival at least once during their career. Three generations of Army players now haven’t had this experience. So it would be a good thing for the Black Knights to drive down this field, overcome some ridiculous play calling that should have already meant a tie ballgame, and punch it in in the final seconds to take home the glory.
And then the fumble happened, and then Trent Steelman had a complete meltdown.
You have to feel bad for that guy, a leader among men. He had it. They had it. All of that hard work and then a bizarre fumble on a routine play they’ve done hundreds of times. Heartbreaking. But when a three-star and a sergeant major are trying to comfort you …
Tough stuff. Hate that that is the last moment of real college football for the year, but it is fitting, too.
She couldn’t watch:
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The day where I post extra pictures, because they are sitting here doing nothing otherwise. So let us put them to work, giving us something to look at, shall we?
This is an old one, but after the coaching changes at Auburn recently, and the likelihood that the assistants will soon be dismissed, and the timeless, awesomeness of this picture … After a game early last year we saw Trooper Taylor riding around campus on a golf cart celebrating with fans. I asked The Yankee if she wanted to take a picture with him.
“Nah,” she said.
And then we noticed that someone else was taking photographs, but Trooper was insisting people wore his national championship ring. So, yeah, we want to take pictures, and I would like to wear that ring:
The ring fit me perfectly. I looked at the coach. He was a wide receiver in college. I wondered, “Can you still run? Because maybe I should keep this … ”
Nice guy, and he always looked like he was having the time of his life.
You’ll be surprised to learn that it is hard to get Allie to wear hats, even when she is in the Christmas spirit:
We saw this on the interstate and could not figure out what purpose it may have. Our best guesses included a duck blind and a kitchen re-sizer.
Our realtor, who is also our friend, held a memorial service for his mother today. She had been ill for some time, and was under hospice care in his home in her last days. We never had the opportunity to meet her — though we’d hoped to — but she sounded like a lovely lady.
Of the stories we heard today, stories which aren’t mine to tell, she sounded like a lovely lady who loved as earnestly as she could despite unfortunate and regrettable and horrible things that she experienced in her life.
Then her son, our friend, stood in front of this small little church that was packed full of his family and friends, said this was the song that he was singing to her when her body finally relaxed. It was, he said, meant to be an encouraging relief to her, but it had also become an encouraging message to him.
And then, in his amazing voice, he sang this moving hymn unaccompanied:
It was beautiful because he was beautiful because she was beautiful.
