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Sunday, September 26, 2010

* Chicken Daddy's Love of All Things Footballish

Football is in full swing! Being married to a football coach is a dangerous position to be in, at best. You know, they are happy one weekend, morose the next. Not only do we have to worry about his team's wins and losses, but we certainly MUST agonize over the defeats of favorite coaches' teams, friends' teams, pee wee teams and universities all over the U.S. Then, of course, there are the NFL teams. He has former players on NFL teams, he has University and NFL coaches he's known, admired and even worked with. So it is imperative to sit and watch as they struggle and/or are victorious.


He always likes to remind me that Alabama coach Nick Saban once watched a film in my classroom; that Joe Paterno helped him get his suitcases into the car at coaching clinic at MS. State. Once, he brought a University coach to our home to eat. (I was at work and had NO idea this event was taking place.) My child, who was about 9 at the time, called to tell me the good news. He, Chicken Daddy and Coach X were eating hotdogs and potato chips on paperplates for lunch..."Oh, where are you?" I inquired. "Sitting at our table, in OUR dining room," he excitedly exclaimed. Not to worry, he put a clean hand towel out in the bathroom...when I left for work that morning, the house looked like a bomb had been detonated in the kitchen and its aftermath had spread outward to all rooms. I am quite sure the coach was duly impressed by my housekeeping prowess.


I heard Chick D on the phone with a former player the other night discussing a game that was played 31 years ago! He remembered every detail that happened that fateful evening and they were ranting as though they had just had the national championship ripped out of their oh so close grasp!!


Point of this post is a funny story that happened to us when we were newly married. In those days I tried to disguise my dislike of all things footballish. To impress him, I even sat in the rain at a MS State game...and yes, I received my marriage proposal at the Liberty Bowl in Memphis...so I should have seen the Mack truck that was heading my way.


HE wanted to go to a State game that was being played in Jackson and I reluctantly agreed (still pretending, you know). When we got there he didn't like where we were seated...couldn't see well enough. I was perfectly satisfied, I could see what every lady in the stands had on...what more could you ask for? Well, during the middle of the second quarter, he spotted some empty seats in the reserved section. If the holders of the seats were coming, they'd be here by now..."Let's move there." Oh, no...I don't like productions...let's just remain where we were...I was quite happy. "No, come on, we are moving down there where we can see," he ordered. ("Look, I am not one of your players, I don't want to move, " I responded quietly.)


Long story, short...we moved. Ok, it wasn't so bad, we really did have better seats and we looked like we had season tickets....until.....you see this coming, don't you? I looked up to see a very stern Highway Patrolman staring down at us....."Sir," he said, "you will have to move." I was mortified, being asked to move from your unpaid for seats in the reserved section in front of thousands of people. " Ok, ok we are going, but why? Nobody's in these seats," Chicken Daddy questioned....the Patrolman countered, "Not at the moment, sir, because YOU are in them and Governor Allain would like to see the game in his reserved seat." We were certainly delighted to rise and give the GOVERNOR his seats. Need I say more?

8 comments:

Pat Jones Hitt said...

I love the last part about the Governor's seat. Bet Chicken Daddy hasn't tried that again.
My husband loved MSU and just yesterday I was cleaning out a cabinet and ran across old taped MSU football games dating back to 1991. I visited with my sister today in Columbus and her son-in-law is also an avid MSU fan. He said he'd love to have the old tapes (20 I counted) so I promised to get them to him. He was so excited.

Angela McInnis said...

Pat, he will probably put them on a DVD or a CD or whatever and have a great time! Wonder if the cowbells were as loud then as they are now? Ha!

jazzycat said...

Angela,
I still remember my high school games from the fifties. Why? I think because football is more than an athletic contest. It involves physical contact, force, control and all those things men love.

I am sure Chicken Daddy loved MSU beating Ga. just as much as I did and I still enjoy thinking about beating Mendenhall in 1957 when I played for Brandon and they had about a 20 game winning streak going.....

Does that explain it :)!

Wayne

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Unknown said...

Changed my mind about an earlier post.
It's embarrassing to get caught in someone else's seat or parking space -- especially when they are someone "important". Years ago in North Dakota,I drove out to a Minuteman Missile launch control site to have Thanksgiving dinner with Dave while he was on alert. I parked my car on a nice smooth asphalt "parking lot" and headed for the facility. Before I got to the gate, a guard asked me to move my car because "sometimes the (commanding) colonel likes to visit the launch sites on holidays -- and that's where his chopper lands."

Angela McInnis said...

Wayne,
Old football players "die hard"...my daddy (83) can still tell you about games in the late 1930's!
Julie,
I am always drawn to those type parking spaces, too. At our church, there is one reserved for our pastor. I've always wanted to park there, and even when I'm the only one at the church, I wouldn't dare!

Jane Kay Sutton said...

I am flat out on the floor laughing because I can just picture you telling this story. Many memories of laughing with you. I wouldn't trade them for anything!

Angela McInnis said...

Well, the really funny thing is they are all TRUE!! Somebody at school asked me who Bill Allain was? Oh, good grief!!