nobody asked…

It happens every year… in the spring of the year, when every boys attention has been reported to turn to baseball. NOT! At least not for me. As a kid growing up in a rural Suthun town, sure, I dreamed like all the others of becoming the next Stan Musial.

But you see, life in those days in most little towns was simpler, quieter, and…well quite honestly, boring. There was little else to do in the spring and summer but play baseball. And like many of those little rural Suthun communities, then and now, the only game that really mattered was football. In high school and then the big SEC school I attended, all other sports were treated pretty much like intramurals.

Pro baseball is too slow and boring. NBA basketball never got my attention. Can’t seem to get into NASCAR. Golf never did make any sense to me because in other games and sports, high scores win. And now we’ve got poker on sports TV…gimme a break!

So for me, the name of THE game is football! And the spring has little to offer other than the couple of weeks of excitement generated by NCAA signing day and the NFL draft.

Ah, just wait for those crisp autumn days, 107,000 orange clad souls screaming their collective heads off, the Vols beating up on Bama, UGA, and the hated Gators! Until then, I will smother my boredom with my newfound pastime, blogging.