Posts Tagged: Football

football — 2 Comments
5
Nov 11

Musing on kicking a field goal. Or just kicking a ball over my garden.

Missouri to enter the SEC. I wonder if they need a field goal kicker?

 

We had old friends from Atlanta out to visit.

The kind of friends that you can’t remember whether it’s been four or two years since you last saw each other.

But our children have no clue who each other is….

This is what happens. Moms and Dads are inside having catching up having fun and outside the kids are looking like this.

 

Then I noticed my son was kicking a football through the V in the pecan tree.

I thought it was time for  me to try.

“Good grief Mom. If you kick it there, it will go through the window.”

I was worried about hiring my knee.

 

I thought it was time for me to show him how it's done.

 

 

It went about 10 feet. It didn’t quite make the first row of lettuce.

I think I could do lots better with practice.

But there are friends I need to go chat with.

Have to leave the hunt for a kicking scholarship for another day.

 

 

parenting — 2 Comments
16
Oct 11

Musing on the Blue Hose. Go You Hoseheads.

The last time I wore pantyhose was sometime mid-1990.

It was some variation of flesh-tone. Certainly not blue.

Get this.

Men wear blue hose. It’s like a Scottish Thing. Think Mel Gibson in Braveheart.

When I see picture of Mel with that flowing tangled-mess of hair and blue face it almost makes me forget how really bizarre he ended up.

Welcome to Whoville?

 

We went to see the Presbyterian College Blue Hose play on Saturday. It was a visit for prospective football players and after a few minutes there having a school team called the Blue Hose seemed well, not so odd. Go figure.

First, we went to a meeting with the coaches. Head Coach Harold Nichols gave a very inspiring talk. I didn’t take pictures. I thought about it — lots.

But I chose to forgo taking pictures at that point in lieu of having my son acknowledge me as his mother for rest of my life.

Finally, I said darn it. I’m a mom with a blog. I have journalistic momblog integrity to consider.

 

*     *     *

I started snapping away.

 

Their lockers were all pretty neat. And I didn't notice any locker room smell but my sinuses have been rather irritated of late.

We toured the campus  then had a great lunch with the Homecoming crowd. I should have taken a picture of my plate. EXCELLENT barbecue, fried chicken and everything else.

I ate it all.

 

The day could not have been more beautiful. I was so very full.

 

I wanted to nap.

But we went to the game. Go you Blue HOSERS.

 

 

Jake hung out on sidelines before game.

 

Yawn. I tried to stay awake.

Then the cowbells started. We sat behind Number 16′s loved ones.

 

Lots of scoring by the Blue.

 

Number 24 had awesome game. Kind of like I used to for the Thetas.

 

The SMU Thetas. SMU Ponies 5 and 1. Woo.

(I digress.)

More cowbell.

 

The Blue Hose beat Gardner-Webb 28-14.

And after the game all the families went on the field to see the players — which I thought was pretty cool.

That Number 24 again. Just like they used to interview me after intramurals.

 

My Jake.

 

It was great day.

And I learned about blue men’s hosiery.

 

Were you at a football game Saturday?

I hope not at Jordan-Hare….ugh.

But I digress.

 

 

high school football / Life in Madison — 2 Comments
27
Aug 11

@MorganCoHS v. Walnut Grove. Musing on a WIN.

Morgan County brought it last night.

My husband said, “I wanted to text Coach Malone and say that it was the best complete effort I’ve seen the team play.”

He was about to fall asleep on the bed for a nap when he said this. Coach Malone consider yourself texted.

The Game Story.

The offense played great. The defense played over-the-top great.

Our boys flew around the field hitting the boys in the white jerseys like I hit an open bag of corn chips after a harrowing drive back from Atlanta.

Here are a few just a mom with a blog highlights.

The cannon.

The ROTC brought Bulldog enthusiasm to new heights by wheeling a cannon onto the field.

Be forewarned, the cannon fires at every kickoff, touchdown and first down play. (Okay, not on first downs.) But it did seem like it was firing an awful lot — which is good thing.

I’ll get used it. (Though as a child at the University of Florida games they used to fire a cannon. I hated that thing so much I prayed that the Gators could win by field goals. Which wasn’t such a stretch in the 1970s.)

Love the cannon. May she ring out  many times each game.

The Dog Pound.

Yes, the boys and girls painted red had lots to cheer about.

Twenty points. Twenty unanswered points. I hadn’t mentioned that yet. (Sorry.)

I interviewed Number 46 after the game and he said he was impressed with how the whole team played. Especially how the defense shut them down.

They put up a wall at Bill Corry Stadium.

Concessions.

 

Am very happy to confirm that once again Chick-Fil-A sandwiches are for sale for hungry Bulldogs. (Thanks Burns.)

And that drinks, whether water, Coke or Powerade are $2.

I know this because I bought lots of water.

And carried them back to friends in the stands – giving  back most of  all the change they were due. (Though a tip for the effort might have been nice.)

The Band. 

Last night marked the debut of Jeffery Rowser as the Morgan County Marching Bulldogs Band Director.

Their performance was all Billy Joel. Perfect for me a child of the …well, let’s say I remember listening to him on Top 40 radio. Not the Classic Rock stations.

It was a flawless production. Though it took the observations of my brother-in-law (a master thespian) to point out the nuances.

I thought the pianos on the flags cool. It took his observation for me to realize their greater significance, as in Billy Joel – the Piano Man.

Just saying so you will get it right off next week.

 Play of the Game.

There were so many to choose from. Journalistic integrity requires that I reveal this is the only one I caught with my camera.

Don’t think there was a more exciting play.

Nick Simmons’ run for a touchdown. From just a mom with a blog’s analysis, he looped way out on the right flank and out ran everyone for 82 yards.

Nick is Number 1  — he’s about to hit the 20 yard line in this picture.

Give him six!

It was hot. 

With play on the field.

And sitting in the stands.

Even Morgan County’s finest made sure they stayed hydrated.

If you missed the excitement last night, be sure to call Susan Beasley (picture above) and join the Bulldog season ticket holders.

Next week  Clarkston High from Atlanta’s Dekalb County travels to Morgan County.

The Mighty Angoras.  I’m not sure, but their mascot might be a 1950s fluffy pink sweater.

What did you think of last night’s game?

Go Bulldogs!

Life in Madison — No Comments
13
Aug 11

Today’s Muse. Last night’s scrimmage. @MorganCoHs v. @CHS_Eagles.

MADISON, GA –  Last night’s scrimmage was against Columbia High School, a 3A school from Atlanta. In the interest of journalistic integrity, they are actually in located in Decatur off Columbia Ave.

You can follow their basketball team on Twitter. I chose not to follow them at this time because I haven’t reason to. I am not a sports journalist. 

I am a mom with a blog.

With that disclaimer….

Story of the game:

 

*  Rain delay.

Rain and lightening caused two delays (and eventually ended game at half). Both teams played about 15 plays. Three drives each.

The first delay happened with 9:07 left in 1st Quarter. This resulted in a nice social hour.

I caught up on Aubie Knight’s chase for a 4:30 in the Savannah Marathon this November. Robin Couch’s life in a frat house. (At least that’s how she described summer with a house full of her boys and their friends.) And once again I marveled at how Rhonda Spence keeps the same adorable figure — year after year after year.

So much for the rain delay.

* Speed Kills.

The Eagles dripped speed. A misstep by the Bulldogs and that was it.

Before the game, my son said the DE he was to line up against committed to Auburn.

At the game, I heard six guys committed to Div. I schools.

After the game, my husband said they had five guys committed. Two to SEC,  two to ACC and one to Ohio State (That’s the Big Ten.)

Today at Hibbets, Ray Stapleton said he heard they had four athletes committed.

So if you want the real scoop, tweet the Eagles. For remember:

I am just a mom with a blog.

But I feel safe in saying they brought some great athletes to Bill Corry Stadium last night.

* Game Summary

The Bulldogs were losing 14-0 at the half when they called the game due to weather.

That said,

It was just a few big plays that resulted in points.

One rushing touchdown happened after a defensive unsportsmanlike penalty on the Bulldogs gave the Eagles another shot after the Bulldogs had stopped them at the goal-line on 3rd and 4.

The other was a long breakaway pass and run from the young man attending THE Ohio State University. (I guess someone surely told him about the Jim Tressel thing before he signed on the dotted line.)

It was just to be nice sitting with friends in the stands again. A happy fifteenth birthday today to #26 Jack Speyer. Learned that visiting with his mother last night.

That’s what I do best. Sit, chat and pull for those sweet youngun’s wearing the Red and Black.

for I am

Just a mom with a blog.

Home Opener, August 26 against Walnut Grove (Not to be confused with China Grove a song by the Doobie Bros that I remember listening to on a little black AM transistor radio.)

What was your take on the game last night?

 

 

 

 

 

Life in Madison — 4 Comments
12
Aug 11

Musing on Football Picture Day @MorganCoHs. Hike, hike, hike. (Isn’t that what they say?)

Yesterday was Picture Day for the 2011 Morgan County Bulldogs.

Senior players and cheerleaders have their picture taken with mom and dad. I only found out about this from an inadvertent mention by another mom.

It’s too bad for if I had missed my son’s Senior Football pic that would have surely sealed snagging the Mother of the Year award.

My crew. On time. A slight moral victory.

 

It was white hot outside. Someone was really thinking to have pictures made in the gym.

 

The Coach Peaster clan.

 

Will Collier grew a half an inch while waiting in line.

 

Laura Margaret checking how her stock portfolio closed.

 

 

Head Coach Bill Malone and wife, Lady, discussing who will swing by Pizza Hut on the way home.

 

 

Birthday boy Coach Dennis Stizmann. The medic who saw me moments after my knee broke in half.

 

 

More Sitzmanns. Kim -- my running partner before she had find someone who could actually run.

Key Malone. Wondering what kind of pizza dad will bring home?

 

 

This picture was followed by lots of begging for Amanda to come babysit her instead of big brother.

 

 

We made it.

 

Yes. Football pics over for another year. Be sure to see all of those good-looking football players, cheerleaders and staff in the Citizen Supplement and MCHS Football Program.

The season kicks off with a scrimage tonight.

I have a high school senior. This is all starting to become very real.

Any advice?

 

Children / South — 7 Comments
24
Jul 11

Musing on Football Camp. Reliving My Glory Days.

You want your children to forge their own path in life.

Climb every mountain, follow every dream.

But it’s got to be their mountain.

My son is heading into his senior year. That means college this time next year. We’ve been looking at schools and checking out football programs to see if it is something he would like — and they would like him —  to do. These thing are two way street, I guess.

He went up to Presbyterian College a few weekends ago. Sitter malfunction resulted in my having to stay home with our two younger ones.

Some of the photos Dad took.

 

 

Saturday, Dad, our son and I were up at Davidson College.

 

 

Dad.

It was hot. 

Dad, who played college ball….sat under a tree.

But I, who played college ball….was drawn to the field like peanut butter becomes one with grape jelly folded into bread.

I watched every second ~ except the seconds I checked my phone.

 

Being in the weight room again…

Smelling the bars with their scent of dirty pennies….

After taking this photo, I lay on the bench and blew out a few quick reps for old time sake.

I missed those days of intramural ball with the Thetas.

My husband thinks our son’s athletic coordination comes from him.

I know better. I remember the roar of the crowd, the feel of leather against the palm of my hand. The intoxicating smell only found wearing a helmet and sweating in 100 degree heat index.

I miss it so.

How about you?

South — No Comments
13
Dec 10

Musing on the Pony Express. And wondering why I didn’t get a car?

The Pony Express. They look young. I must have looked young too.

I missed this documentary on Saturday night. 

I attended SMU 1981 – 1984. 

I sat in Texas Stadium on Saturdays. I few times I spoke with Eric Dickerson on campus as he seemed a nice fellow. He drove a Trans Am. Everyone always said..”Courtesy of A & M.” 

I thought that’s what went on and driving out to Irving those Saturdays, we were going to win. 

Lance McIllheney, the starting quarterback  those Pony Express years, was the Theta intramural football coach my senior year. I was starting center (came to me out running that Mary Bolderbuck was starting center our senior year. I was on the right side, Chris last name can’t remember was on left side). 

In mighty sorority football, any of the three linegals could release for passes. 

Back then, Lance said my receptions stats were unbelievable. 

I caught everything thrown my way.

Which was true. Though there weren’t a lot of passes in my direction, I was go-to on short down situations. 

My son he got his football talent from mama. 

We lost to the Phi Mus in intramural finals. 

I don’t have TiVo. Did anyone TiVo this? 

Go Ponies. Go Theta. Those were some fun years. And I wasn’t even getting paid. 

Family — No Comments
3
Dec 10

Today’s Muse…I never had a problem with that theory.

“Don’t you usually have a football banquet this time of year?” I asked my son on Monday.

“Yeah,” was his reply. “I think it’s Wednesday night.”

“Don’t we have to make some sort of reservation?”

“No, you’re fine. Just come.”

Number 46 never did have his shirt tucked...never. Thought that was against the rules.

Then it hit me that Wednesday was the night of my husband’s class at church. The other two children had to be shuttled back and forth to church for Christmas performance rehearsals like my car was a tram racing between the Pluto parking lot and the Disney ticket windows.

I could have gotten a baby sitter and tried to find someone to give my children rides. But I’ve already had to find baby sitters this week — and still have to find some for this weekend.

So at 6 p.m. I dropped football player off at high school cafeteria with all the other parents in red sweater vests with their sons and daughters.

I drove back to the church un-showered in sweats to pick up a child.

Teenager walked back through the door at 8:30. He got some award. It was one of the bigger ones. I don’t even know the exact name, because everytime I think about it a dagger plunges into my heart. I can’t bear even to ask him the exact name of what award he was given.

I’m not usually like this. Sappy.

But I can’t shake this…making me sad. Like really sad.

We won’t ever — correction.

I won’t always be in the right place at the right time for my children.

He really didn’t seem to care beans that we weren’t there. Not like he was traumatized a bit. Why should he be?

His whole life’s ahead with parents in a supporting role.

Which is good and normal. I never really had a problem with that theory.

I just have problems with reality.

Treasures of the transformed life — 2 Comments
6
Nov 10

Today’s treasure ~ faith is rewarded. Day 27. In Overtime BABY.

Sally was a little tired this morning. She stayed out late cheering on the Morgan County Bulldogs.

Our Morgan County football team won last night beating rival Greene County in triple OT. 

 39-37.

It was really cold. 

Greene County scored with less than 5 seconds (or close to it the cold affected my memory) left in regulation to tie the game. 

That was a blow that could have defeated a lesser team. But Malone’s Boys kept the faith and scored on their possession. Then Greene County scored. 

DRAT.

Do you know that  every time the game goes into an overtime session, they flip the coin again? They should have made an exception last night for it was so flippin cold. 

Poor Sally was wrapped up in one of my mittens. 

But we sat there till the bitter end. 

The difference was on their third possession in the third overtime, Morgan County when for two and made it. Though they scored, Greene County didn’t make the conversion. And it was very, very close. The fourth down run must have stopped half a foot from the goal line. 

It takes faith to go for two. 

It takes faith to give more than is comfortable. 

But that mean freedom.

With football, your conscience is free that you did everything in your power to win the game. You weren’t controlled by 

FEAR.

Same with giving. If we trust and give….the Lord does provide. 

We’re free. 

I really wish I had a picture of those boys running on the field when they made that last stop. But I didn't bring my camera to the game. An osprey (coolest bird in the world) is a close second choice.

South / Treasures of the transformed life — 2 Comments
4
Nov 10

Day 25 of treasures of a transformed life. Barry Sanders.

Was it the University of Texas? No. On second thought, Sally remember that was Earl Campbell.

 

Tithing. That is the subject of John Ed’s 25th Chapter.  

The tithe is ten percent of your income. So if you get a check for $100,  multiply it by .10 and that leaves $10. Ten dollars is the tithe on a hundred.  

He gave the example of Barry Sanders giving a tenth of his signing bonus to his church. And Mr. Sanders was reported to tithe the rest of his career.  

This is fun. The Redskins and the Bills took a few hits in this. Actually, all these defenses look pretty defenseless to stop him.  (You got to make it to the 2:50 mark run against Buffalo.)  Watching this can’t help but think, he must have really healthy knees.   

  

I’ll ask you the question I asked Sally, the sassy oyster above.  

Where did Barry Sanders play college ball?  

As far as tithing can’t say it better (without quoting scripture) than Barry. When asked why he tithed Barry said, “Because the bible says you should tithe.”

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