I woke up this morning wishing I had a friend I could shout "War Eagle!" to (Thanks Darby, for not thinking I'd lost my mind when I couldn't resist the urge). I dressed the girls for gameday, and mourned all the years I've spent rolling my eyes at how the entire state of Alabama shuts down when there's a big game.
Tonight, we have community group at our house and I didn't know how to break it to my house full of non-football fans that...I wanted to watch a bunch of grown men knocking each other down instead of talking about a sermon tonight. Back home, it would have been assumed. There would have been a note in the church bulletin canceling all community groups for Monday night and encouraging everybody to just get together for fellowship instead...Nobody seemed to know that here.
So now, I hope my family (who considers me the puniest football fan who ever lived) is getting a good laugh over my brave attempt to turn my cherished community group into a tailgate party.
The group, however, is officially on-board (though I'm not sure they understand why) and have even agreed to bring tailgate food (though they had to ask me what, exactly, that was :)).
Look for Watson Downs #51!! Kendall's sweet boyfriend who offered us his seats in the football family section of the game...and now I'm wondering how/why in the world we didn't take out a loan and GO!!!
(This is my favorite picture of my Mom--and it's her on the field cheering for Auburn)