John's mother and one of his sisters and some cousins and inlaws also arrived - "the lost tribe of Israel," I affectionately named the gathering. Nelle set up a poster board with a line drawn down the middle of it. On the right side of the line is what we can and cannot talk about This Thanksgiving Day.
Last night, John drove several of us to the Mississippi State basketball coliseum to watch the boys Bulldogs eke out a victory over Stephen A. Austin, which did not go quietly even after losing its best shooter to fouls with State just 3 points ahead and about a minute to go. We sat on the front row, maybe 5 feet from the out of bounds line. No barrier between us and the players. Exciting (intense).
John is Mississippi State's Athletic Director. Before that, he was State's head baseball coach. He had played right field for State's College World Series runner up team many years ago. Seemed everyone in the coliseum, who works for Mississippi State, knows and loves John. And Nelle. They are happy, have found their niche. I'm so happy for them.
Jordan and Avery are wicked cool hilarious. Dated family photo below. The rest is top secret.
Meanwhile, tonight a bus is coming to get the entire tribe and take us to the football stadium to watch State play Mississippi. I hope my insulated winter coat, double-lined skull cap and winter gloves will keep me from freezing to death in the luminaries stadium box high up. It was about 25 F when I went for a short walk around 7:30 a.m. today.
We all have cow bells with our names written on them in magic maker. I never thought I would have my own cowbell, or ring it at at Mississippi State game. Cowbells are not allowed in the basketball coliseum.
Here's John and Nelle's cowbell.
Over in Alabama where that which cannot be mentioned in Starkvegas today,
some picturesque reinforcements (sleeper agents) thankfully arrived from Key West after I put up yesterday's post at this website.
You can see the rest of them by clicking on this Facebook link.
Other reinforcements also arrived yesterday. The New Yorker article about how Roy Moore came to be known as "Fruit Salad" at the Alabama School of Law, is hilarious. As is the mockery Moore and his political base make of everything Jesus stood for when he walked on this planet.
Down in the Florida Keys ...