Spent a good portion of yesterday watching football at Calhoun’s. In case anyone is not aware of my college allegiances, here they are:
Go Tigers!!! Besides that fact that Memphis has been my home for almost my entire adult life, the U of M is my alma mater for grad school, and I taught there for 5 years. I’ll admit there isn’t much to cheer for football-wise this season. Middle Tennessee State? Really? Let’s hope basketball season gets here quickly.
Go Hogs!!! I grew up in Little Rock, and went to Arkansas games at War Memorial Stadium. Many of my high school friends went to Fayetteville when it was time for college.
Boo Vols!!! I can’t understand why people expect me to cheer for a school that’s no closer to home than the Gulf Coast is, just because it bears the name of the state I live in. Tennessee fans are some of the most obnoxious on Earth, and their men’s basketball coach is a total douche. Nothing sucks like a big orange.
Boo Rebels!!! Ole Miss represents everything I hate in a college football program. I hate The Grove; I hate Colonel Reb; and I especially hate the stupidest cheer in college sports, “Hotty Toddy.” Our group’s father figure/inspirational leader says he’s going to take us on a road trip to The Grove sometime, which makes me think I better start compiling a list of excuses why I can’t go.
Boo ‘Horns!!! I grew up in Little Rock loving the Hogs, so naturally I learned from an early age to hate Texas. The two teams were still in the Southwest Conference at the time and were bitter rivals. UT is admittedly in a very cool city – Austin – but the school (and the entire state, really) seems to have an artificially inflated opinion of itself.
Congrats to the UCLA Bruins on a fine victory over Tennessee yesterday. I watched the entire thing at Calhoun’s. Lauren didn’t seem to be in a very good mood toward the end of the afternoon for some reason, and Frank changed from an orange shirt to a blue one.
Damn Calhoun’s was crowded… I wanted to cash in one of my gift certificates to get habanera hot wings, but it just wasn’t possible to get a desirable seat at the bar to have room to eat. I ended up riding the trolley north after the game and going to Bangkok Alley.
After that I decided to call it an early night, not in a mood to deal with Downtown crowds. As a result, I’m up and well rested at 8:20 AM. Going to make it to brunch for a third week in a row… that hasn’t happened in a long time.