There are two unwavering truths in the South.
On Saturday, you are a fan of somebody’s football team. Pick a team, any team…and root them on loudly — “Roll Tide Roll,” “Gator Bait,” “Geaux Tigers,” even “War Eagle.”
And on Sunday, you had better be in church…or proceed straight to the gates of Hell, as my grandmother used to say.
The NFL has confused things and today, a Sunday, my two-year-old saw his world’s collide and he did not like the result.
My wife asked me to get Hugh Michael dressed. I found a nice pair of navy blue dress pants in the closet. He was fine with that. I then put on his white undershirt; and because he was cold he was fine with that too. Then I began to put on a nice argyle sweater that his grandma bought him. [Read more...]