A Drip Off The Old Block
All across the South this week, dozens of new football recruits signed on the dotted line and donned their new lids, sometimes in very elaborate and ham-handed ways (Just kidding. We love ya Dre–Roll Tide!).
Speaking of hams, how ’bout the Vols’ new “wunderkind” HC Lane Kiffin? The guy hasn’t coached a single game in the SEC and he’s already talking trash and accusing his colleagues of cheating? This is going to be soooo much fun!
Number Two Son has completed his own “official visits” and is sitting on and mulling over acceptances from Harding, Lipscomb, Auburn and the University of West Florida. Now we’re just waiting for him to call his own presser and don his favorite ball cap, or in the case of the UWF Argonauts, a Greek battle helmet.
Meanwhile, down in T-town, the academic all-star Number One Son is a second-year junior and starting to get into the meat of his biology major/history minor curriculum. I figured he owed most of his classroom success to me and those fine intellectual genes that I passed on.
But while reading the online version of the student newspaper The Crimson White this week, I discovered that he apparently has another high-octane secret weapon.
Our son is now the official poster child for caffeine addiction at the University of Alabama! We’re so proud!
At first, I thought, Hey, even I don’t drink that much. But then I started counting them up, and it wasn’t long before I ran out of fingers and had to start using my toes.
Turns out the boy is a drip off the old block after all.
With apologies for reckless use of a pun while writing under the influence of caffeine, I bid you all a great weekend.
And to my Crimson brothers and sisters out there–Roll Tide, Roll! The third weekend in October is going to be more fun than ever.
Friday, 6. February 2009 8:04