Game Night – Updated

All manner of updates below.

6:49 pm – Just got Alex out of the tub, and now I’m sitting in the living room and wishing that D would CHANGE THE CHANNEL, ALREADY from the US Open coverage because WHAT IF THEY START THE FOOTBALL EARLY? WHAT WILL WE DO THEN?

(I’m just guessing, but I doubt that “Change! The channel! CHANGE IT!” is an appropriate response when your husband is expressing awe over Andy Roddick’s 137 mph serve.)

6:53 pm – We’re still watching Roddick. I’m screaming on the inside.

6:59 – Still watching tennis. The State game is probably over by now.

6:59.59 – Channel finally on ESPN. Praying nerves recover.

7:02 – Just saw cowbells. All is well now. Except that Alex won’t quit singing, “Excuse me, I pooted! I have gas!”

7:03 – MSU’s field could not look any more beautiful than it does tonight. The grass is flawless. I am understandably proud.

7:04 – Feel that James Carville announcing the LSU lineup has jinxed the Bulldogs and therefore is responsible for the early fumble.

7:07 – Excellent punt coverage by the Bulldogs. COME ON, NOW, SONS.

7:08 – Received our first trash-talking text message from our friend Benji in Baton Rouge. Bulldogs promptly sack the Tigers. Keep up with that trash-talking, Benji.

7:13 – Total number of times I’ve talked to my sister already: two.

7:14 – EXCELLENT coverage by our cornerback in the corner of the end zone. Tigers have to punt. Will call Sister again.

7:17 – Intercepted by the Tigers. Think I may need to eat something.

7:25 – Tigers score a field goal. Tickled to death it wasn’t a touchdown.

7:30 – 3rd & 4 Dogs. GOT IT! Alex just told me not to yell so loud. I am a delicate maternal flower.

7:32 – Another first down for the Dogs. I did not yell.

7:36 – 4th & 2 – and we’re going for it. May throw up.

7:36 – Contemplating writing ESPN a letter to remind them that we are MISSISSIPPI STATE, not MISSISSIPPI, and as such they might want to show OUR public service announcement and not the Rebels’.

7:39 – Rain pouring down.

7:42 – State gets their first penalty of the game with one second left in the first quarter. This has to be a record. Coach Croom has this team well-prepared.

7:43 – First quarter over. LSU up 3-0. Feeling somewhat pleased that the Tigers are only up by a fieldgoal.

7:45 – Wondering when Brett Favre started doing commercials for Wrangler?

*****

8:32 – Safari crashed. All my pithy 2nd quarter observations are lost in the process. Somewhat concerned that the WordPress autosave feature was apparently neither automatic nor saving.

Plus, I had to get Alex to bed so I missed about 15 minutes of the game. At some point I will tell the story of how I tried to help the little man with his scissor skills today, but right now I just can’t because I’m too busy trying to block it out. At one point there were actually tears when I was trying to coach him through cutting out a rectangle, and he didn’t fare so well, either.

So. Yes. The game. Back to it. Of course.

Here’s the gist of my 2nd quarter comments:

I miss ESPN’s normal Starkville crew of Chris Fowler, Lee Corso and Kirk Herbstreit. And something tells me that Chris Fowler is missing them, too. Because Doug Flutie, bless his heart, knows about as much about Bulldog football as I know about Boston College football. Which is, to say, not a lot.

Also: the LSU punter is so good that we started one drive from somewhere around Biloxi.

End of first half: LSU – 17 MSU – 0

Hey. You know what would be delightful? Some offense.

*****

9:15 – So now that we’re down by 24, I guess I need to turn my attention to other matters.

9:20 – Like, perhaps, the badly bungled attempt at podcasting Big Mama and I experienced earlier today. I couldn’t get my microphone to work, and D had to provide technical support on at least three different occasions. Then, when we finally started recording – an hour after we had planned – we ended up getting a world-class case of the giggles which resulted in a complete inability – at least on on my part – to form words.

I laughed so hard that I wheezed.

And could not compose myself.

At which point we decided it might be better to try again tomorrow.

9:26 – Doug Flutie just said that our team has heart. I’m starting to warm up to him a little bit now.

9:30 – Fifth interception of the night for MSU’s quarterback. It’s getting ugly, my friends.

9:33 – LSU scores again. Maybe I need a light snack.

9:39 – I haven’t mentioned it, but I do think LSU has the best fight song in all of college football. I’ve been reminded of that tonight because I’ve HEARD IT SO OFTEN.

9:45 – End of the 3rd quarter. LSU – 31, MSU – 0

Still looking for offense. Obviously.

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9:49 – SIXTH interception for MSU’s quarterback. This has to be a record. Only not the good kind.

9:57 – LSU scores again. The phrase “adding insult to injury” takes on a whole new meaning.

9:59 – D is still watching the game but also listening to one of our friend Kevin’s sermons on his iPod. The Lord is the Source of all comfort, you know.

10:06 – Jackie Sherrill is on now. It makes me smile. He looks tan and rested – I think retirement is agreeing with him. And somebody needs to put him in a broadcast booth. In my opinion.

10:10 – LSU scores again. Ditto what I said at 9:57.

10:15 – Is it over yet?

10:21 – The up side is that we’ll have plenty of Rotel dip and Mississippi (State) Sin Dip to eat tomorrow. Because what could possibly better for you than not one but TWO (TWO!) dips loaded with cheese and / or cheese product?

10:23 – Do y’all think we can score 45 points in two minutes?

10:25 – It’s over.

LSU – 45, MSU – 0

Poor Bulldogs. God love ’em.

I’m going to bed now.

It’s The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

I’ve been a little distracted today because, well, I don’t know if you’ve heard, but tonight, around 7:00 central time, my beloved Mississippi State Bulldogs will take the field against the LSU Fightin’ Tigers in the first SEC football match-up of the season.

The game should be a total cinch for us to win since LSU is only ranked #2 in the nation.

A cakewalk, really.

But for now? And for the next few hours? Optimism reigns supreme.

And needless to say, we’ve played this song about 400 times today at our house. Aye, and loudly.

So in the spirit of the new college football season, I think I’m going to live blog the game tonight. I know that only about six of you will even care about what happens between MSU and LSU on the gridion, but let’s not forget that this is Alex’s heritage, people.

I mean, quite frankly it would be irresponsible if I didn’t document this particular facet of my insanity. Plus, I’d like to think that a running talley of how many times I scream “COME ON, NOW, SON” during the second quarter will one day be a priceless treasure for future generations of our family.

I’ll be back after kick-off – and until then I’ll be watching the game day cam, frying up some sausage for my favorite Rotel dip, and screaming “GO, STATE” with Alex.

It’s a happy, happy day.

And if we can beat the Tigers? It’s going to be even better.

I’d Love To Have A Title, But The Only Word That Comes To Mind Is “Baseball”

My Bulldogs play North Carolina at 6:00 tonight in the College World Series, and while I’d like to pretend all is normal at our house right now, I cannot.

Short version: I’m a nervous wreck and worried about a let-down after last week’s games and blah blah I need to get a life blah blah.

Blah.

Alex and I have been humming the fight song all day long (we don’t sing the lyrics as they are somewhat inappropriate for a four year old), and I can’t even imagine how much our fellow Walmart patrons appreciated it when Alex screamed “GO STATE!” in the check-out line earlier this afternoon.

However, in my defense, since we live smack-dab in the middle of Alabama / Auburn country, I feel a certain sense of urgency about communicating our MSU heritage to Alex. I mean, if he hasn’t chosen the narrow Bulldog way by the time he hits kindergarten, he’s likely to get swayed by chants of “Roll Tide” and “War Eagle.”

And that will just never do.

So, as we approach our first game in the College World Series, I will now bore you with some random information as a somewhat pitiful attempt to channel my nervous energy and make the time go faster.

[NO. LIFE. AT. ALL.]

1. Last night we watched this season’s first episode of “Top Chef.” It seems like the talent level is much higher than last year’s, and I think my early favorite is Tre. He has a quiet confidence – and I love me some quiet confidence.

Also, if someone told me I had to make a meal using snake and eel? I’d just throw that meat in a deep fryer and call it a day. I’m blown away by the creativity of the chefs – especially under such tight time constraints.

2. The credits just came on for the CWS. And they made me teary-eyed. Would anyone care for some of my HORMONES? I’d be delighted to share.

3. I am fascinated by the iPhone. Have y’all seen the commercials?

4. Yesterday Alex had a friend over to play, and their four year-old conversations were CRACKING ME UP. At one point Alex’s buddy C. mentioned that he’d had some horrible dreams about a sharp-toothed green monster, and the whole story was punctuated by Alex interrupting to say, “OH, C.! BLESS YOUR HEART!”

Not that I have ANY idea where he’s heard that expression, of course.

(By the way, in about seven years Alex is going to read that anecdote and turn beet red from embarrassment. Then he will roll his eyes. And reward me with stony silence.)

Also, A. also responded to several of C.’s comments by saying, “That’s a swell idea,” and I got a little tickled because I was unaware that we were living in 1958.

5. Baseball is on. I’m going to have to clean now. I’m sure you understand.

Two Quick Things

First:

Chilihead has a great meme coming up this Monday, June 11. You can check out the details here – I think it’ll be such a fun way to learn a little behind-the-scenes info about people’s blogs.

Second:

Our beloved MSU Bulldogs are headed to Omaha!

If I knew of any way to link to the sound of a cowbell ringing, I totally would.

GO DOGS!

We’ll Root, Root, Root For The Home Team While The Heat Slowly Kills Us

So here’s the thing: I am one of those annoying people who hates to be late. If you combine that quality with my fondness for wearing a clean pair of pajamas every single night, making sure the beds are made before we go out of town, and refusing to cross-pollinate detergent brands, you’ll begin to understand why I’ve started (jokingly) thinking of myself as THE FREAK OF THE INTERNET.

Really, y’all should get me some sort of crown.

And because I always like to be early, last night I suggested to D. that we should probably leave our house between 7 and 7:30 this morning in order to be in Starkville for an 11:00 baseball game.

Starkville, by the way, is about two hours from our house.

But I like a buffer, you see.

D., however, did not share my sense of urgency in regards to our departure time, and as a result we didn’t get on the road until about 8:20. At that point we were so far behind my ideal schedule that I twitched all the way to the Mississippi / Alabama state line.

We only stopped once – for some breakfast about halfway between here and MSU (DRIVE THRU! DRIVE THRU! GOING INSIDE A RESTAURANT WASTES VALUABLE TIME! CHOP CHOP, FAMILY!) – but we didn’t get to campus until about 10:30. I was not at all comfortable with our time frame, because we needed to park the car AND pick up tickets from Will Call AND find somewhere to sit – all within thirty minutes.

In a crowd of over TWELVE THOUSAND PEOPLE.

Alex and I took care of getting the tickets while D. looked for a parking place. Fortunately he found a spot about twenty four miles from the baseball stadium, and it was just a little bit of a dream come true for him when he got to hike all the way back to the ticket gate where Alex and I were waiting in the 139 degree heat.

You know, outdoor spaces would really be so much more enjoyable if they were air conditioned.

D. made it to the stadium surprisingly quickly, and since we hadn’t gotten the chairback seats we initially requested (because there was such a high demand for tickets), we started looking for three seats in the general admission bleachers on the first base side.

Y’all, I am not kidding: those bleachers were so packed that you couldn’t have wedged a butterbean between any two people sitting side by side. There was literally nowhere to sit, and for about ten minutes I thought we had driven two hours so that we could crane our necks to see over the fence, look at the field, talk about how pretty it is, and then turn around and go home.

D. suggested that we try the other end of the stadium, and I was happy to comply because it required that we walk underneath the stadium overhang – which meant we were in the shade. Since it was only 110 in the shade, the trip to the other bleachers was refreshing, really.

Once we got to the third base side, we spotted an empty space on the bleacher steps. It wasn’t ideal, but it was, you know, A PLACE TO SIT, and the people around us were kind enough to let us obstruct their path to the concession stand. We stayed there for about five minutes, and then! It was a baseball miracle!

The woman on the row next to where we were sitting had to leave the game unexpectedly – apparently an elderly family member in another section of the stadium was having an issue with her legs swelling, which really wasn’t a surprise to me because it was, after all, about 263 degrees outside.

And I don’t know what all the lady who was leaving had beside her on the bleachers – her purse, a small cooler, a queen sized mattress, a refrigerator – but by the time she picked up all her belongings and left the area she had commandeered for half of the first inning, there was plenty of room for the three of us.

And we were happy.

We made it to the third inning before Alex started to say things like, “I’m HOT, Mama” and “I want to go back to the car” and “I don’t love baseball.” By this point it was about 322 degrees, and I promise you that MY KNEES WERE SWEATING. I started to look around to see if other people’s knees were also sweating, and I couldn’t help but notice that the woman sitting in front of me – she was about 70, I’m guessing – was in absolute perfect form.

First of all, she had obviously been to the beauty parlor before the game. Second, she had on long pants WITH HER SHIRT TUCKED IN. Third, her make-up still looked flawless; for all intents and purposes she looked like she was sitting on the beach in 72 degree weather. She did not even so much as glisten, and right there in those bleachers I said a prayer to God that I will be just like her when I get older.

Because I would prefer not to be a grandmother WHOSE KNEES SWEAT when she attends public sporting events.

But here’s the best part: somehow, despite the heat and the sweating and the throngs of people, we had a really great day together. Alex and I shared a snowcone while we chatted with other State fans; D. carried Alex on his shoulders while they walked around Left Field Lounge. And after the heat got to be too much, the three of us watched the end of the game while we ate lunch at The Grill – one of my favorite college-day haunts – where Alex experienced the joy of cheering loudly for his team in a restaurant packed with rowdy fans.

Also: WE WON!

Just imagine the additional fun we could’ve had if we had only gotten there at 9:30 – as per my original plan.

Of course, that extra hour in the heat would’ve sent me straight to one of the first aid tents located conveniently behind the grandstand seats.

But it would have been a heat stroke caused by overly-obsessive promptness, and that is an ailment badge that any FREAK OF THE INTERNET can wear with pride.

The Bulldogs Beat Clemson…

…and the BooFamily didn’t die from the heat at the game!

Our day was a win-win!

There were over 12,000 people there today – at a college baseball game – and when you couple the size of the crowd with, oh, about 155% humidity, it stands to reason that we were A LITTLE BIT WARM.

But now we’re home safe and sound. With showers and clean clothes in our immediate future.

I’ll be back in a little bit with more details.

And oh yeah: GO DOGS!