On a last minute vandy-football-addiction impulse, my younger son and I decided to view in person this year’s Vanderbilt squad’s attempt to win their first game of the season.. On the way to the game, we stopped at Bob Krumm’s tent for some of the Knucklehead’s ribs and I finally got to meet Bob. For those few of you who do not know, Bob is running for the state senate from the south end of town (21st district).
The only heat involved, truly, came from the ribs and from the sun. Bob, exactly like I expected, couldn’t have been nicer. Because I do subscribe to the ‘Y’ Chromosome Handbook Rules for Guys, I won’t use Aunt B’s description of Bob (she calls him CUTE), but he is a nice looking guy who looks younger in person than he does on his blog.
So, Bob, thanks for the ribs and the water. I think I posted somewhere on Bob’s blog that I appreciated his willingness to post all the questionnaires he has received along with his answers. That kind of transparency should be an example to all the folks running in any election.
It was my pleasure to finally ‘confront’ B. Krumm…
Re the Vandy game..those of us who are Vandy-football-addicts felt right at home..chances to win, but Vandy comes up short in several key situations, including a last-minute field goal attempt that missed by about 2 yards.
5 Comments
September 16, 2006 at 5:31 pm
This post was far less interesting than I had hoped.
What?!? No bloodshed?
Boo.
September 16, 2006 at 6:58 pm
Yep, totally a cheap-shot subject line to draw attention…
I’m boring like that…
September 17, 2006 at 12:56 am
I wish I gave a shit about football. You football people seem to have such fun.
September 17, 2006 at 6:17 am
Oh Sista, Rodent Queen and I can teach you the joys of football.
First of all, you have to know a little about the game.
Second of all, everytime the ticker shows William and Mary scores, you must scream Woo Hoo. This also goes for any obscure team because it’s just a chance to scream “Woo Hoo.”
Third of all, always know that the Vols (my team) will choke after building you up because its tradition. According to John’s post, the same tradition goes for Vanderbilt.
You must swear and use profanity that you usually don’t use. You must be say these words heatedly and scrunch your eyes up to look particularly psychotic.
Oh, yeah, and there must be beer. If beer is not your thing, then gatorade.
September 17, 2006 at 8:25 am
I understand a little about football. It goes back to the days when the Smiffs were newlywed and poor and had one tv. Mr. Smiff loves NFL. He doesn’t watch or care about college ball at all, but, boy, he loves his NFL. I got stuck watching it then.
I tend to be more interested in football games that are witnessed in person than on tv. Even then, football games seem to be nothing more than an excuse for people to drink. I have no patience for people who’ve had more than they should to drink. None. Especially if they are sitting in front of or behind me.
My sister and her husband don their orange every weekend in the fall (they live in Knoxville) and it strikes me as being cultish and odd. They don’t even give a shit about the Titans. They like the Colts because of that Peyton boy.
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