Musing playing at SW Macon. I was ready for the blizzard.
I hate cold. I hate cold rain. I’d rather be made to get up at three in the morning for a whole year than sit in the cold rain.
I was worried that it would be raining at game time. I packed rain ponchos, down jackets and blankets.
My husband got home late. We had over an hour to drive to game. He gets stressed when we are late to these things.
So while I packed enough outdoor gear for a blizzard, in the rush to get to Macon, we didn’t take out enough money for me to get into the game.
Help.
Once we got to stadium, the kids couldn’t find their shoes or socks. John was getting madder by the nano-second to get into game.
“Go ahead, just give me some money and we’ll be there as soon as we find shoes.”
He gave me a twenty.
FYI. Twenty dollars is not enough for three people to get into a high school football game these days.
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We got to the ticket booth and I laughed, “My husband didn’t give me enough money.”
She laughed too. But I wasn’t getting into the game.
I thought for a second surely, she will let me in and come back with the four dollars.
No. We were in the city now.
So I sent the children to go find their father and I took the picture above.
* * *
I made it in.
But was so wiped-out by the experience that I handed the camera to my eight year old.
Lots of pictures of the band walking by.
The press box.
Neighbor Rob Jones.
“We are going to get killed tomorrow,” Rob said referring to Georgia Tech’s game on Saturday with Clemson.
Right then and there I knew Tech was going to win.
They did.
The Nunns.
Me being attacked by the bomb bird. (Notice I am the only thing within three hundred square miles wearing a down jacket. Or reading specs.)
The one drink we could afford. A lot of backwash was consumed by the Miles family that night.
Students. There are about 75 of this group. Looking through them is rather like a old movie. Every second is a frame.
See. I'll spare you the 73 others.
Rob's daughter Caroline cheering her little Morgan County Bulldog heart out.
Me. Still am wearing the down jacket.
- Play of the game. Nick Simmons on a long run for an almost TD. (I thought it was a TD.)
Robin Couch.
Those crazy dancin' youngin's.
So we won.
Can’t remember the score. Maybe 37 – 19. (But remember I’m just a mom with a blog.)
Had to stop for some fries on the way home. Something about winning makes me crave junk.
Rob and Caroline right behind us.
God is good.
The rain didn’t start till halfway back to Madison.
The X-ray of my son’s hand turned up negative. After waiting up till after one for Dad and son to get home from hospital, I slept till 9:15 on Saturday.
Next week….Greene County.
Last regular season game. << Teensy sob. >>
