Goin' to a ball game and larnin' 'bout some football

This past Saturday, Eric, Mark and I took Charles and Linda's daughter, Kate, to see her first - yeah - you got that - first football game. The Wake - Elon game. (Charles and Linda are being investigated as you read this for depriving one of our'rn of knowledge of sports). Never fear, her Uncles pitched in with the able help of Alicia (daughter of Floyd and Bev) who were also at our tailgate picnic prior to the game. Kate is a bright young woman, able to quickly learn (despite her deprived childhood) .


In no time, Kate had realized that one of the main features at a tailgate picnic is laughter, and we do our share of enjoying ourselves, sometimes at the expense of others (all in good fun- if not good taste) and Kate is to be complimented as putting up those with whom she found herself on a somewhat overcast Saturday, but she has been around my brother Charles and sister-in-law, so perhaps she had some preparation.


By the time we were in our seats, game time preparation reached a crescendo as we began to drill Kate on finer points of strategy, tendencies of Wake in given situations, and if she had reached a decision as to what the plural of Elon was.

Here I digress a bit, on the ride to the game, the four of us discussed world events, philosophy, whether or not Shakespeare indeed wrote all of the poetry attributed to him or not and what the plural of Elon was. We quized Kate as to whether it was Eloners, Elonites, Elononians, Elons, and what collective noun referred to them, are they a clutch, herd, flock, pod, or what? Well, Kate, has her assignment now. We do know what members of our family are called, "escapees", as in from the asylum. But that is another story.



We had excellent seats, 45 yard line, row Z - really good seats !! and at this point in the 3rd quarter, I think I heard Kate say something like this to Mark, "If that dumb a_ _ coach of ours would blitz the weak side line backer, we would sack your sorry a_ _ quarterback you think so much of - he ain't worth a d_ _ _ by the way, and when you all line up on the far side hash mark you always split only one guy to the inside" Confession here, Kate did not actually say that -- we did not teach her the word hash mark, I think the said little bitty line


there were times when some in the crowd were not enthralled with the action on the field, even when the guy in the red shirt is on the side lines


For those who have never seen this before, it is a Wake Forester on the way to the longest pass touchdown in Groves stadium history.