Well, I’m sitting here watching Auburn and Oregon in the National Championship game, and there’s about five minutes left, which I figure is plenty of time for me to crank out a blog post and distract myself from the end of the game. Because THE NERVES, OH MY WORD, THE NERVES. I realize that I don’t really have a dog in the fight, of course, but it’s the National Championship game and sort of a big deal and one of the teams will be heartbroken at the end and oh my goodness why didn’t I just save my nervous system the anguish and watch “The Bachelor” instead?
Come to think of it, “The Bachelor” would have been certain anguish, too. Just an entirely different variety.
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Now it’s about 20 minutes after I started this post, and my plan didn’t work. The end of the game got so crazy that I had no choice but to stand up and pace. There’s not a doubt in my mind that if Mississippi State ever finds itself in a similar national title situation, I would not be able to handle it. I would vacuum myself straight to the emergency room, where I would admit myself and push my vacuum to the side of the examination table and then lie there quietly until Sister texted me to tell me the score of the game and that it was all going to be okay. That’s the only way I’d survive it.
And speaking of hospitals and sports (there’s a transition, huh?), have I ever told y’all the story about when I was watching State in the SEC basketball tournament championship the Sunday after Alex was born? I was still in the hospital, and the little guy was all of two days old, and the Bulldogs were playing the Kentucky Wildcats. I was still hooked up to some IVs and monitors and whathaveyou, so I was fairly limited in terms of my motion while watching the game. I couldn’t pace, couldn’t vacuum (obviously), couldn’t obsessively wash and fold clothes – I just had to lie there and watch and occasionally cheer. But do you know that I got so riled up just lying there that I set off the alarm on the blood pressure monitor at least three different times? OH YES I DID.
What can I say? MAMA HAS SOME ISSUES.
Anyway, I didn’t hit that level of interest and/or stress watching tonight’s National Championship game, but I did very much enjoy that the outcome was settled in the final few seconds. I always get nervous when a game comes down to a field goal – my codependency sets in and I become VERY CONCERNED for the field goal kicker and start to think about all the regret he’ll have to live with if he doesn’t make the kick and how all the other players will try to act like it’s no big deal, you couldn’t help it, you didn’t mean to miss the kick, but way deep down the other players will resent the kicker like crazy because THAT’S HIS ONLY JOB. TO KICK THE BALL THROUGH THE UPRIGHTS. HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE TO LEARN THE PLAYS.
See? I might need to find a hobby. So that I can stop worrying about potential outcomes in hypothetical football-related scenarios.
I have to say, though, that tonight I didn’t really think about the Auburn kicker as much as I normally would. He’s been reliable all season, so I felt like he’d hold up well under the pressure. And really, the thing that captured my interest the most when it was all said and done was not the post-kick celebration – it was something that Cam Newton did right before he ran onto the field to celebrate Auburn’s victory.






HE USED HIS TOWEL AS A CAPELET.
It delighted and confused me all at the same time. Some of you may remember that we recently had a Capelet Experience of our own, so I was really sort of tickled (albeit puzzled) that Cam would go with the capelet option on what was certainly the most memorable football victory of his life. Because it wasn’t like he just happened to be holding a towel and hung it around his neck for the sake of convenience. He took the time to shake it out. To place it. To make sure it was just like he wanted it.
I have no idea why, of course. But I wondered if maybe at some point in his early teenage years Cam had dreamed about what it might be like to win a National Championship, and maybe somewhere in that mental picture he oh-so-casually had a towel draped across his shoulders in a devil-may-care but distinctively capelet-esque fashion. I know that when I was 13 or 14 I used to picture how I might look when I finally had a driver’s license and was hanging out after Sunday night church with my car keys in one hand and my purse in the other, chatting all grown-up like with my friends and HOLDING MY OWN KEYCHAIN WITH MY VERY OWN CAR KEYS, and as a result of all that daydreaming I’m sure I eventually adopted some of those behaviors when I had my real-live license and my real-live keys.
Perhaps the same can be said of Cam and his towel capelet.
Regardless, Cam clearly had some goals for this football season. And tonight? Well, I’m pretty sure that the last of his dreams for this season came true.
SEC Championship? Check.
Heisman Trophy? Check.
National Championship? Check.
Rockin’ the post-game towel capelet? OH, CHECK IT.
Congratulations, Auburn!
And rock on, SEC.



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