State of the Union

COLD!!! A tad peeved,,a bit confused,,,very tired,,,totally engrossed,,,tickled pink,,,smiling a lot,,,very very HAPPY!!!!!

East Texas Football

Thanksgiving weekend, Mallory and I ventured north to watch my high school compete in the football playoffs. The game was being played in Corsicana,,a tiny little town about 3 hours from Austin. One of the reasons we agreed to go was because Corsicana is home to Pink Cookies. The most absolutely delectable treats ever even imagined. We could see the family, see the game AND come home with Pink Cookies. A win/win/win situation. We met the family for a quickly inhaled lunch and raced to the game. The stadium was FULL of Lobo fans. Longview must have been empty. The population had relocated for the day to this stadium to cheer on their boys. The band played all of the familiar songs. The drill team girls were stunning in their brilliant green and white satin, red lipstick, blue eyeshadow and perfectly synchronized movements and East Texas smiles. Every one in the crowd stood to cheer when the band launched into the fight song and the Lobos took the field. So familiar. Then,,something new. Our opponents entered the stadium. We had been watching the pitiful little crowd gather in the visitors section,,,TskTsking the tiny little band and handful of drill team members. Their football team sauntered out to midfield and began taunting our boys,,,yep,,talking trash,,in a huddled mass. It was so much like a gang of elementary boys,,all huddled up hurling insults at our sideline. Our well mannered boys looked at each other,, at the coach,,what the HELL??? The mamas in the stands were livid. The polite Longview fans outraged. These children were insulting OUR BOYS?? You could see the posturing begin. The air changed. Who were these people that dared to taunt the Mighty Lobos? Let the games begin. Our boys could not respond to the taunts and jeers in the way they wanted to ,,their mamas and their grandmamas and their coach had taught them better. They did the only thing that they could possibly do to answer such behaviour. They kicked their ass legally, legitemately and soundly on the field. Score after score. What did you say? Touchdown! What did you call us? Touchdown. The taunting stopped. The visitors quieted down. Touchdown. Oh, Please,,,say it again. Touchdown! I loved those boys that day. Future gentlemen. A wonderful lesson. Touchdown!

Just before the game began my mother,,the keeper of the crap,,passed out all of the necessary and requisite paraphenalia to everyone in our group and anyone close to us that hadn't come prepared. Green bandanas to wave, green scarves to wear around your neck, pompoms to hold aloft,,,AND,,the large green foam fingers. You know the ones,,the Number 1 sign in very large Lobo green foam. The stand was full of them. Mallory was the lucky recipient of the finger. She also noticed something I had not. The Finger had a message on it. Choose abstinence. Virginity Rocks. Yep, it did. Nope, not kidding. The Jesus Finger. We laughed. That's an understatement. We roared. See picture above. For real. The Jesus Finger. Only in East Texas.

The halftime show could probably be a separate blog. I think it might have to be. Suffice to say,,I've not seen dancing like that outside of a strip club. I'm pretty sure my eyes were burned. My mother was aghast. My daddy,,I think he enjoyed it but would never admit to it.

Game over, Longview won. Next game Texas Stadium Saturday night. I think Mike and I are going.

Time to find the fairy dust and turn into a Director of Nurses and head in. So much more to say,,future blogs I suppose.

Love to all,,Alicia,,where the hell are you?

Hook 'em,,,