Friday, December 17, 2010

Roll Tide!

Warning: If you're on Facebook, you already know where this blog subject is headed.


Today's football chants or slogans include some classics such as the following:

Auburn: War Eagle

Tennessee: Go Vols

Florida: Gator Bait or simply Go Gators

LSU: Geaux Tigers

Texas: Hook 'Em Horns

Florida State: Scalp 'Em! Go 'Noles!

Ole Miss: "Hotty Toddy" Chant

Purdue: Boiler Up! (they're Boilermakers...)

Arizona: Bear Down Arizona!

Arkansas: Wooo Pig Soiee! (ever so classy!)

Oklahoma: Boomer Sooner

Kansas: Rock Chalk, Jayhawk

South Carolina: Go 'Cocks (really ?)

Kentucky: Go Big Blue!

Georgia: Go Dawgs!



Some are bizarre and require explanation. Some are plain vanilla. Some are somewhat creative. But none, and I mean none, roll off the tongue like Roll Tide. It can be a greeting, a farewell, a cheer, a condolence, a simple comment, or just the way Alabama fans greet each other in passing.

It is ageless. It is timeless. It is meant for good times as well as bad.

ESPN recognizes it. Take a look for yourself: It's not crazy. It's sports.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvyknw4VClE&feature=player_embedded

P.S. I believe the "diner" spot was filmed in Rama Jama, because I was there that morning. They were closing at noon to film an ESPN commercial.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

It's football season, and, as of this weekend, it just got ugly. So let's start with the ugly. South Carolina, ranked 19th, soundly beat Alabama, ranked number 1, 35-21. That set off a national media maelstrom that started with Alabama's fall from 1st to 8th.

THE UGLY: National media second-guessing Alabama's first 5 wins after the loss to South Carolina saying that Florida is an average team, Penn State is inept, and Arkansas won in "lackluster" fashion over Texas A&M. I guess San Jose State and Duke were chopped liver.

THE BAD: Having to forever endure the worst color commentators ever---CBS' Verne Lundquist and Gary Danielson. Please just let me listen to Eli Gold!

THE GOOD: Yes, there is something good, and I, especially, need to take it to heart. Greg McElroy said “I’m ready and willing to accept this challenge as an individual, and I promise I will do everything in my power to get these guys ready to go and put this loss in the rear-view mirror and learn everything that we possibly can from it, because there’s so much to learn and we’re still going to be one heck of a team.”

Roll Tide! Bring on Ole Miss!

Monday, October 4, 2010

Bama Chomps Gators

"On a perfect night for football, Florida made a perfect mess of its biggest game of the season." This according to The Gainesville Sun. For the whole story: http://www.gainesville.com/article/20101003/articles/101009848?sudsredirect=true

On to South Carolina. Game Time 2:30 CDT. Roll Tide!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Bama rolls over San Jose State 48-3

Roll Tide! It was a gorgeous day for football. Not too hot. The newly expanded and refurbished stadium is fabulous. The new videos running on the FOUR jumbotrons during warm-ups will give you chills.

Ordinarily, I'd be able to give you chapter and verse on the entire game, the plays, who did what, when, how, where I was when it happened. But yesterday Woodruff & Co. was in charge of ushers and getting those 101,821 fans to their proper seats.

That, unfortunately, includes sometimes dealing with the unruly, rude, drunk, impatient fans as well as those students who haven't learned the new rules about the student section. [When the "lower bowl" fills up students have to go to the upper deck.] Some--not all--try every story in the book including lies, tantrums, cursing, spitting, throwing things, speeches about entitlement, and generally talking down to the "hired help." Yesterday even the EMTs were extremely busy. Unusual for a day that wasn't that hot. One fan broke his arm--bad break, too.

It involves walking miles around and up and down the stadium getting fans to the proper section when they came in the wrong gate. It involves finding seats for those who have tickets for seats that don't even exist. Imagine that? It involves being able to spot counterfeit tickets and removing those in possession of said tickets.

This morning I am reading about the game and watching the highlights debating whether I need to just watch the game this afternoon, because I definitely didn't see it yesterday. And you know I must know details.

Will it be better next weekend? I don't think so.
1. Alabama is still #1.
2. We're playing Penn State and Joe-Pa is still coaching.
3. It's ESPN Game Day.
4. It is the anniversary of 9/11.

Oh, well, we'll be sure to rest up, take some Aleve, and pack the cooler. Oh, and I'll head up to the overflow student section to let the darlings cry on my shoulder. Right.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Things I love

Coffee
Blueberries
The smell of freshly cut grass
Watermelon
Strawberry cake (from Edgar's!)
Tomato sandwiches
The sound of waves crashing on the beach
Margaritas
The smell and feel of the breeze over the ocean
Key lime pie
A good book and plenty of time to read
Hot wings
Time spent with my children and grandbaby
(that includes spouses!)
Nearly any Mexican/Tex-Mex dish
Mimosas
Chicken salad

Anyone noticing a trend here?
Food, family, beach.....Hmmm......

Friday, July 23, 2010

80 years

Today Mother turned 80! Hard to believe. She still works more hours every day than most people I know, but she's doing what she loves.

Thirty two years ago (the same year we got married) Bama turned 80 and celebrated by taking us all to Point Clear (Grand Hotel) to celebrate. I'll never forget Wayne and her taking a ride on a bicycle built for two! She would try and do nearly anything.

Lot's of memories in 80 years.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

There's this man...

Simon Doyle. He’s another quirky male character unique to NR’s style and now another favorite of mine. I’ll add him to the list.

He’s recently relocated to the Pacific NW. He works with wood. Actually, he’s an artist with wood. He has a fabulous house on an island with the beach on one side and woods on the other. He’s just extricated himself from a sticky, high profile relationship with a drama queen and just wants to be left alone. But NR drags him into her story and Fiona’s life, and his mother further complicates his life when she gives him a smart, precocious Labrador puppy for companionship. He doesn’t want a puppy. But mothers tend to do what they think is best.

Simon wants to be left alone in his messy artist’s workshop, Def Leppard screaming and sawdust flying, but Jaws wants to claim his attention by eating everything in sight. In desperation he goes to Fiona for help. He’d rather turn the dog training over to her, but her method is a package deal—train the dog and the human.

I’ve finished reading the book—the first time through. The story line makes you want to check the locks and keep the lights on, but I want to read it again already. The dialogue between Simon and Fiona, even though he’s a man of few words, was cutting edge. Pun intended.

This is a book that may be listed under Romance, but it’s for anyone who likes murder and mystery. Plus I learned a lot about Search and Rescue dogs. It’s definitely worth reading.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Curb Appeal

When we realized we weren't going to win a spot on HGTV's Outdoor Makeover or Curb Appeal and we haven't won the lottery yet, W and I started on our own mini-outdoor makeover. I took out the old azalea bushes out front. It was like "wrassling" alligators, and I have the scars to prove it. I swear those shrubs had teeth! I replaced them with new broad leaf evergreens.

W started on his rock garden by rearranging those mammoth rocks we have in the back yard and liberally dosing weeds with Roundup. Then he started hauling bark. So far: 3 trailer loads! Yesterday and today his project was to yank out 2 overgrown boxwoods. Very interesting because he used a shovel, a piece of pipe, and his truck. Then he hauled more bark. Lots more.

I just spent the last 5 hours on the latest project on my to-do list: washing the front porch. Oh, yeah, it sounds easy enough. Coupla hours oughta do it. Right. Remember, that means the siding, shutters, windows and door, columns, and all those spindles that make up the railing around the porch. Five hours later I'm sitting here writing my last will and testament, because I may not live to do another project.

I'll have to admit, that if I hadn't procrastinated it probably wouldn't have been so bad. While I was in the midst of this "little" project, all I could think was that the "stuff" I was scrubbing off would probably make a killer science project. I can see it now: "The Life and Times of Southern Mold & Algae" or "Proper Temperature & Growing Mediums for Mold & Algae as Found in West Central Alabama" or "Can Southern Mold & Algae Survive Simple Green in a 1:4 Solution?"

Daydreaming helped me survive my project on this overcast but humid July morning in West Central Alabama. Unfortunately, there is more to do. But for today, I can check one thing off the list. Stay tuned.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Independence Day

When you're trying to remember why you love America and why we need to fight to preserve this great nation, think about the sacrifices of our founding fathers as well as those who fought and those who continue to fight to preserve the freedoms we enjoy.

Since I unapologetically love rock and roll, I'll let Lynyrd Skynyrd, my favorite Southern rock band, speak for me. They bleed red, white and blue. The lyrics below are from Red, White and Blue:

My hair’s turning white,
my neck’s always been red,
my collar’s still blue,
we’ve always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we’ve always been,
Red, White, and Blue


Friday, July 2, 2010

Shopping

I don't like shopping. I can't say that I hate it. I just don't love it. But every now and then, I feel that I must venture out to at least look for items to replace worn and ratty items in my closet. Thank goodness I don't have to dress up for work. God was truly looking out for me when he led me to this job.

I don't like to shop mainly because I don't like to try things on. Every woman understands that, I'm sure. It is an ordeal. A trial. A pain.

My needs are simple. Very simple. When it's hot: shorts, tee shirt, and tennis shoes. When it's cold: warm-up of some sort and, again, tennis shoes. If I'm not going to work: flip-flops.

My needs in shorts are very specific: 5-6" inseam. I certainly don't need anything shorter at my age. Anything longer just looks ridiculous on me. However, it's difficult to find shorts that fit everywhere I need them to fit. Fit one place, gap another.

Let's move on. I prefer short-sleeved cotton knit shirts in bold, solid colors. I know. Boring. No stripes. And most prints out there either are for the very young set or at least one age group above mine. Really I'd just like white. Consider it my uniform. No decisions.

I do not like to be forced to dress up. The mere thought of panty hose, heels, dresses, and lots of jewelry makes me choke. I don't even want to wear dangly earrings in hot weather, because I don't want them to touch my neck.

We're going to a function in a couple of weeks that requires me to think about what to wear. This forces me to consider:
a) What is casual dress ?
b) Who defines casual dress?
c) Do I care?
d) If I care, what will I wear? and
e) Where will I find something to wear?

Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?

Monday, June 28, 2010

Are you ready for some football?

Alabama Football Stadium Intro for the undefeated National Champs:



At some places they play football. At Alabama we live it.

I get chills.

Best clip from regular season is the field goal attempt by Tennessee. I know where I was at that exact moment. Standing in the southwest portal tied in knots knowing that, if Tennessee scored, our season was over.

Best clip from post-season play is anything from the SEC Championship, especially if it involves Tim Tebow on his back. Beating Florida the way we did was awesome in every way. It was near perfection. Chomp that, Gators!

Best clip from the National Championship game is on the cutting room floor. Colt McCoy and his dad walking back from the locker room. Oops. There I go again. Letting my thoughts get away from me.

Roll Tide. Let the season begin.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

My quirky literary musings: Part II

Part I was all about my favorite things. Part II is about my dislikes. We all have them.

My least favorite author of all time: Janet Dailey. I would not read one of her books if you wrapped it up and presented it to me on a silver platter. Her characters are wimpy, AND, she was accused, with good reason as I understand it, of plagiarizing Nora Roberts' work.

One of the most disappointing authors in recent times: John Grisham. Yeah, I know he's a best seller and keeps cranking 'em out. But that's how they read...like they've been cranked out of a "book mill." A Time to Kill, his first, was his absolute best. It was followed by a few good works (and movies): The Firm, The Pelican Brief, The Client, and even The Rainmaker and The Runaway Jury. But after that, his writing and my interest plummeted.

Hardest classic author to read: James Fenimore Cooper. How did we ever get such a great movie, The Last of the Mohicans, out of the dullest read in the last century? Someone in Hollywood had a lot more determination than I along with a super imagination. Kudos.

Least favorite female character in a romantic suspense novel: Reece Gilmore in Angels Fall by Nora Roberts. Way too many phobias for a typical NR female lead character even with the lead male character trying to convince us (and the other characters in the book) that she's really strong because she's fighting through them. Yeah. Move on.

Least favorite male character in a romantic suspense novel: Griff Burkett in Sandra Brown's Play Dirty. Griff is paid $500,000 by an eccentric millionaire paraplegic to impregnate his wife. Of course there's a lot more to the story line, but it's just creepy. SB just doesn't do enough to redeem Griff.

Least favorite new release: Ice by Linda Howard. Don't bother to read it. I'm a HUGE LH fan. Cannot believe this book is hers. Sad, sad.

Least favorite new genres: Ghosts and Vampires. I would say that I'm 'over it,' but I never got 'into it.' I can take a little of the supernatural. I can even take a little time travel. In fact, I have a couple volumes of Diana Gabaldon's on the shelf waiting for the mood to strike. But I cannot seem to join the Twilight revolution.

Feel free to make your own list and leave comments. I'd love to hear them!

Monday, June 21, 2010

My quirky list of literary favorites for summer: Part I

I'm currently residing in that twitchy time period awaiting the arrival of new summer romance novels. Publishers are evil. Nora Roberts even said that she was forced to come up with the pseudonym, J.D. Robb, because she wrote too much and too fast for her publishers. They were stockpiling her manuscripts and miserly doling them out to her readers.

Well, if, in this twilight time of waiting, you have to revisit old favorites, here are a few of mine. Of course, these are subject to change as I read. And I'm unapologetically stuck on a theme: trashy romance. Specifically romantic suspense. What's romance without a little murder/mystery thrown in with hot sweaty sex? (Oops. Did I say that out loud?)

Favorite male character in a trashy romance novel: Ford Sawyer in Tribute by Nora Roberts. He is a talented graphic cartoon artist/novelist. He is totally "geeky" in that he can't handle power tools but completely understands Cilla. Just read it.

Favorite female character in a trashy romance novel: Callie Dunbrook in Birthright by Nora Roberts. A little empathy here, because Callie meets her birth mother.

Favorite novel in a Southern setting: Envy by Sandra Brown. Great plots twists and turns. Great read and also great audiobook if you're travelling. Again, just read it.

Favorite book on audio/Best audiobook narrator: Peter MacNicol narrator of Beach Music by Pat Conroy. Pat Conroy is an icon among Southern authors but is sometimes difficult for me to read. MacNicol does an absolutely masterful job of voice characterization making this audiobook memorable. Peter MacNicol was in Ghostbusters II, Chicago Hope, and, more recently, Numbers, etc.

Feel free to comment...

Friday, June 11, 2010

It has begun

In response to Greetings from Austin II's blog "I hate change":

1. Nebraska approved by Big Ten

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=5276551&campaign=rss&source=ESPNHeadlines

2. UT, 3 others poised for PAC-10

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=5276668

3. Colorado leaves Big 12 for PAC-10

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=5271438

4. Boise State moves to Mountain West

http://sports.espn.go.com/ncaa/news/story?id=5276064

As always, follow the money. See former SEC Commissioner Roy Kramer's comments about his predictions concerning the future evolution of the big football conferences:

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=wojciechowski_gene&id=5272309">

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Hayes Time

Hayes and I have been hanging out this week. We've played, shopped a little, walked around the neighborhood and the park.











He loves his bath time. In fact, if he disappears he's likely headed for the bathroom and straight for the bathtub he loves so much.







He's also a "busy" boy. Grandmother Ames sent him some big blocks that are lots more fun to knock down at this point.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

Life Lessons

Inspiration comes from interesting places. This post comes after flipping through this month's Real Simple (June 2010) magazine where the author paid tribute to her father's advice, even if sometimes grudgingly.

#1--Hold hands while you hash it out. It's impossible to scream at someone who's giving your hand a gentle squeeze. Good advice. I guess it's similar to the advice of our parents who would say never go to bed angry.

#2--Pay attention to anyone who wears a tool belt....then later you can care of the repair of whatever appliance yourself. I like being able to fix things. I hate having to pay for someone else to make house calls. I still have flashbacks about the Sears repairman laughing at me...

#3--or a uniform. Properly tip and thank those who serve you. Not only wait-staff (we have Beth to thank for those lessons) but hotel staff, mail carriers, sanitation workers, or others who might not be thanked ordinarily. It doesn't always have to be money. It can be a simple thank you. You might be the first to do so.

#4--You can never have enough baggies. They're miracle workers--easy to stash, and you can spot their contents at a glance. (Don't you wish you had been the one to invent Zip Loc bags?) 'Makes me think of my dad's plastivon napkins...also miracle workers. Could be used for napkins, wipes, in place of paper towels, wrung out and re-used.

#5--You can't go wrong with Clint. If you can't decide which movie to rent or watch, go with Clint Eastwood. Not a bad choice.

#6--Don't belitte the annual sack race. This refers to upholding family traditions as well as introducing new traditions. (#6 can be its own blog post...)

#7--For Pete's sake, stop worrying. Be a doer, not just a talker.

#8--Carry a hankie. Tissues disintegrate but not hankies. Restroom dryer on the fritz? Handkerchief! Want to wrap a cookie to go? Handkerchief! Dads and granddads always have hankies.

#9--No one's smarter than you. Asking questions makes you sound smart, so don't keep silent when you don't understand something.

#10--You will want kids. The author said, "My father always encouraged me to have a baby. I used to tell him that it wasn't for everyone, but he shot back, 'Iknow you, and you would love it.' True enough: Tom and I became parents recently, and that little girl is the joy of my life. I cannot wait to impart my own pearls of wisdom to her, such as the infinite uses for twist ties or the Importance of Being Honest (sound familiar?). And since she's a lot like me, she'll probably roll her eyes and grumble--and listen to every word."

The older we get, the less grumbling and eye-rolling we do.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

I, too, have lofty goals

Two more days and Interim will be over. It is my goal to finish all grading as soon as possible so that won't be hanging over me.

I have set June aside to take care of some other "lofty" goals.

Take a few days to play with Hayes. He's got some new tricks I've got to see in person. Plus we've got things to do. He told me. It's a secret.

The neighborhood association will soon come knocking on our door if I don't do something to beautify our yard. Seriously.

De-hoard the garage. Plans are in the works. Really.

Work on the dreaded terminal degree. 'Got to. All that's left is the paperwork, so I've got to get on with it. Can you say job security?

Then. Sigh. Get ready to teach Summer II.

Take a few days to visit with Jackson and Lauren. Yes. She's coming to Sweet Home Alabama.

I will promise, though, that my lofty goals will also include time to read new books, visit with family and friends, sip some sweet tea or an occasional margarita, get a pedicure and maybe a massage or a facial and not let summer slip away without clocking some true down time.

I hope you'll do the same.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Is this the battle you want to fight?

One of my friends posted on Facebook that she won't buy "a drop of BP until it is all out of our Gulf." As I see it, this is a tragic accident. One that not only caused an oil spill in the Gulf but the loss of human life. But boycotting BP, as I see it, is not the solution. If we boycott BP we likely will give more of our oil business to foreign companies, most of whom despise the US.

Moreover, are we not being hypocritical? If we boycott BP, should we not also boycott electricity? There was a recent tragic mining accident in West Virginia---in fact, it was called the one of the worst, if not the worst in mining history. Coal is used to make electricity, so, ergo, we should boycott the use of electricity.

Did anyone boycott Exxon when the Valdez spilled oil due to a drunken pilot? Yet we continue to import oil that comes across the ocean in tankers.

Will we continue to depend on foreign oil and countries who loathe and despise our country and not drill on American soil, thereby becoming at least a little more independent?

I can't decide whether to stir this pot on Facebook, ignore it, or quit "peeping" at other people's thoughts of the day....Sigh. Not a good way to start my day.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Poke Salad

Those of us who are of the baby boomer generation know the song Poke Salad Annie. But have you ever thought about Poke Salad? Did you know you could actually eat poke salad?

You can boil the leaves of pokeweed (like spinach) or mix the leaves with a little onion, bacon, and eggs for a side dish. Hmmm, really? Maybe, maybe not.

If you dare, you could try some in Arab, Alabama, during the "Poke Salat" Festival, May 14-15. Yes, really, you can. You. Me? I don't think so.

Southern Living Loves Austin

More to explore in Austin?

Restaurant: Perla's Seafood and Oyster Bar on South Congress
They claim that the fresh catch is flown in daily and served under giant oaks out front.

Fashion: Blackmail Boutique on South Congress
All black rock-and-roll T-shirts to vintage cowboy boots and, of course, the little black dress.

Drinks: Ranch 616
Recommendation> "Fire in the Hole" chased by Lone Star Beer

Local Artisans: Roadhouse Relics
Austin neon artist Todd Sanders (1720 South First Street)

Local Food Traditions: "Airstream Cuisine"
According to SL, the king and queen of this movable feast are Hey Cupcake! and Torchy's Tacos.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Southern Style: Our Sunday Best

The Southern Journal editorial in this month's Southern Living magazine got me thinking. As Southern ladies we've gone through a serious transformation over the years. Some of the changes are definitely good, and some are not. First came panty hose and hot rollers, then pantsuits---in church. We've abandoned slips and girdles, given up teasing our hair, blow dry instead of sitting under a bonnet hair dryer, and no longer use clouds of hairspray to hold every strand in place.

However, I miss the ritual of planning what the girls will wear for Easter Sunday. Early on, I would make something special. When I was growing up, gloves were essential. Later, an occasional hat was still part of the ensemble. New shoes--usually patent leather--were a must. Easter baskets left by the Easter bunny and the traditional egg hunt were just what you did on Easter Sunday.

I don't miss aprons. New brides always received aprons. My grandmothers always wore them, but I rebelled. I have several cute, 1950s models, June Cleaver-style aprons in a drawer somewhere.

I have this wonderful photo of Mae Mae, Annie Mae, and Sis Rona dressed for the afternoon with their hats on and pocketbooks on their arms. I wouldn't want to dress, complete with hat and purse, for an ordinary week day, but that was just what you did as part of that generation. I don't even like purses and certainly won't wear a hat!

I don't miss bedroom slippers and matching pajamas/robes. I don't own bedroom slippers, but that was a bone of contention when I was growing up. "You'll catch your death of cold if you don't wear your slippers!" Well, here I am.

I don't know from where the saying "never wear white shoes before Easter or after Labor Day" came, but I have no problem obeying. I don't even own white shoes.

Some of the transformation in Southern style that has taken place has been for the good. But let us never lose sight of the tried-and-true. To quote Valerie Fraser Luesse [Southern Living, April 2010], "But as we boldly march forward, let us remember that 'Mama 'n' 'em' knew a thing or two about style." Let us pledge to do our part to remain true to Southern style.

And that, my friends, doesn't merely apply to what we wear.

Monday, March 1, 2010

Countdown

Two more days of classes to teach.
Final grade meetings for student teachers in their first placements tomorrow and Wednesday.
Second week of advising almost over.
Meetings missed taken care of, notified, and/or postponed.
Desk somewhat clear.
House clean...for now.
Ready to leave for Texas!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Feelings....nothing more than feelings

I know. It was a bad song when it came out the first time. It's no better now, especially if you imagine me singing. Anyway, the title is just a prelude to Friday musings.

I started the day feeling cranky because I woke too early. I made myself and Barkley try to go back to sleep until a more decent time to wake.

I was feeling like having a big country breakfast but opted instead---or should I say forced myself---to have a healthy breakfast of oatmeal that I liberally dosed with dried cranberries, pecans, honey, and milk.

I was feeling whiny and a little pouty because I'm working and some people are playing with a certain grandbaby far, far away.

But then! AHA! I'm feeling much better, because I got the treatment. A haircut. That means someone else washes your hair, cuts it, and styles it. Hmmm...heaven.

I have to go back to work now, and I'm thinking I have work to catch up on over the weekend. But the sun is out, and birds are chirping outside my window.

I'm feeling better now. Thanks.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Kids say the darnedest things

Y'all know I love teaching, and I love my "kids." Well, most of them. The ones who actually show up and participate in class. The ones I get to know because they actually show up to class.

In a previous post, I told you about the Alaska transplant who said he came to Alabama for SEC football and southern belles. Well, he's come up with another quotable quote.

Today, I walked into class and several students were poring over a thick book reminiscent of a dreaded literature textbook. I mentioned it, and that opened the floodgate of commentary on the instructor of the nutrition class the textbook was for. The commentary was not complimentary. In fact, I should not have listened. But I couldn't help myself. Gossip is one of my failings. Big surprise.

The rantings ranged from how much they hated the class (for various reasons) to the fact that the instructor's not a professor and doesn't even teach on campus full-time.

Mr. Alaska pipes up and says, "Why should we have to pay full price for a half price instructor?"

And haven't we all had that feeling at one time or another?

Yep. More than once.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

I love breakfast

Y'all know how much I love breakfast. Well, I have found a new favorite spot. The Original Pancake House in Five Points (Birmingham, for those of you who are not familiar with the area).

Oh * my * goodness! Goodness being the operative word. And, trust me, I am an expert on breakfast. The wait was very reasonable for a popular spot. The service was good, and we had a great waiter.

The omelettes filled our plates and were mile high. The pancakes were to die for. So good that, according to Beth, syrup was an afterthought. Our drinks were never empty. And our only critique was met with concern and appreciation.

Road trip anyone?

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Priceless

I'm nosy, and since I'm old I can get away with it most of the time. I like to know where my students are from, and, if they're not local or from the State of Alabama, I like to know where they're from and why they chose to attend the University of Alabama.

I could make this a long story---involves the boyfriend-now-fiance of Meredith's best friend's friend-who drove cross country to help her move to Seattle-whom I've had in several classes. Deep breath.

Another student commented on the high suicide rate in Seattle to which I replied that I am solar-powered. Well, I turned and asked this student--nice looking young man-dressed in fatigues-I'm thinking maybe he's ROTC-also in my class--"Where are you from?"

Alaska. WOW. What in the world brought you to Alabama?

Alabama football and Southern belles. Can't get that up there.

No, sir. You can't. We love our SEC football and living south of the Mason-Dixon line.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

No asterisk is required

I've been trying to completely absorb the fact the Alabama just won its 13th National Championship. In addition, I've been trying to balance my excitement over the win with my disappointment over not beating Texas with Colt McCoy in the game.

I don't want to hear excuses or whining from Texas fans ad infinitum. I don't want anyone to feel like there should be an asterisk beside the win. It was a win. As I mentioned in my previous post, our offense scored 37 points against their defense.

Cecil Hurt's column in today's Sports section of The Tuscaloosa News reminded me the fact is that if Texas fans believe there should be an asterisk, then it should be placed by the score of the Texas-Oklahoma game.

According to Hurt: With a healthy Sam Bradford, Oklahoma beats Texas in October. Instead, Bradford got hurt and had to come out of the game. I perused Texas' pre-game packet, including their season results. It said Texas 16, Oklahoma 13. There was no asterisk. End of discussion.

Things happen every day, and they require hard work and perserverance and--it's true--even a little luck sometimes. But when a team goes through the nation's toughest schedule--and with Texas, Florida and Virginia Tech added to the core SEC schedule, that is just what Alabama faced--and goes 14-0, it's preposterous to talk about an "asterisk" associated with a BCS title.

BCS championships are awarded to the teams that deal with adversity, not given on an honorary basis to teams that don't And you'd better be prepared to deal with it, not just on game day but on every day. Because that is college football--no asterisk required.

Thanks, Cecil. I needed that.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Tide hooked 'em

Of all the headlines, I think that one's my favorite. Undisputed. Crimson Title. Finishing Strong.

It wasn't as pretty as the SEC Championship game. There was probably no way that could be repeated, especially with 32 days off. What I hate is that we had to listen to another version of the Tim Tebow Show--pre-game, during the game, and post-game. Only the second verse was the Colt McCoy Show and a continuation of the love-fest with Texas. I had hoped we could take care of that on the field with Colt McCoy as their quarterback. We will forever wonder if he could have reentered the game or whether the decision to remain on the sidelines was simply to preserve his potential NFL career. I wonder where the truth lies...

We didn't hear about Alabama's football history or see highlights of Alabama's season or of individual players during the pre-game hype. During the game we only heard what Texas needed to do to stay in the game or to get back in the game not what Alabama needed to do to seal the deal.

What we heard were excuses. Even to the point of the commentators saying that Texas' defense was falling apart because their starting quarterback had taken a hit to the shoulder. Why is the defense dependent on the quarterback? When did that happen? The defense that allowed an average of only 62 yards per game during the season gave up 205 yards in the national championship game. Hmmm...

McElroy, I'm sure, felt frustrated being called a game manager. There are worse things. He needs to remember he's in good company. Jay Barker. Steadman Shealy. Both won national championships attempting only a few passes and throwing for less than 100 yards. Big deal. And he was playing injured. Cracked ribs. And no media blitz or excuses concerning his performance. He goes out a winner.

I wish this game had been more black and white than beige. But there were several games during this season that had to be won ugly. Just as other times, Coach Saban said, "I had to stand up on a chair and say this is a 60-minute game."

But, you know what? We won. 37-21. It doesn't have to be pretty. In fact, I don't think we'd know how to react to a pretty win. But it sure does feel good. I'm hoping I can finally let go of some of the tension I've been holding in my neck and shoulders. Being a fan is hard work. I'm going to try to relax and enjoy this and not micro-analyze it. Maybe. Well, I said try.

Alabama-National Champions 2009. RTR!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Countdown

It is now down to 24 hours until kick off.

All the pieces of the puzzle are in place. Undefeated season: 13-0. SEC Championship. Alabama's first Heisman Trophy winner: Mark Ingram. Multiple individual player and coaching awards. Most likely a large number of NFL draft picks from both our seniors as well as some of our junior class.

This morning was the last time that the media will have access to the coaches and players until after the game. Good.

The topic of most sports writers is about who's having the most fun in California. Texas players come to practice laughing and joking, listening to rap music. They're loose and relaxed. Alabama players have been described as "stoic." According to one player, they consider this a "business trip." Fine. There's plenty of time for "fun" starting Friday, January 12th.

Texas players have begun to talk a little "smack." Alabama players say "let 'em talk." Does that remind anyone of 1992 when the University of Miami players were turned loose on New Orleans? Hmmm....

I say that it's time to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Again. Make it a 14-0 season, and bring home a National Championship!

Roll Tide Roll!

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Hurry up January 7th!

Okay. May I talk about football again, now?

After watching so many bowl games, I feel compelled to comment on the dismal showing of the SEC. I mean, come on! I brag about our conference all year long only to be let down, nay, embarrassed by most of our bowl representatives. Even the SEC teams that won didn't win convincingly.

Auburn won, yes. Over 1200 yards of combined offense and 8 turnovers between the 2 teams. But they did come out on top. Penalties were rampant. I wanted to reach into the TV and yank a knot in the players who were penalized for excessive celebration. Can you not act like you've been in the end zone before?

Ole Miss won. But, again, it wasn't a stellar performance. Arkansas prevailed over ECU. ECU outplayed them only to be sabotaged by their kicker. I mean, it's your job, man, and you only made 1 out of 5 and missed the last 3! Hang up your cleats. Only your mother loves you right now.

Why do we have to wait until January 7th? Who decided that? Can we not just get on with it?

Pregame: 7:00 p.m. Kick-off: 7:30 p.m. CST. Guest list. Check. Menu. Check.

#13 National Championship. Just do it. RTR.