Saturday, September 10, 2005
Go Hogs, Go.
So. Hog game this evening. On the RADIO. I never could stand football before I married Alex, but at least now I can kind of follow it, and can stand to watch it, and even enjoy it, and at least half the time I know what's going on. If I'm watching it. On the radio, it's just a whole different story, with commentators speaking Football-Greek and boring large, painful tunnels of (ironically) boredom right through my brain.
You cannot imagine the bargaining that's going on here today. OK, watch the Notre Dame/Michigan game, but then I get to see an episode of "Angel." No Ohio State/Texas unless somebody does some dishes. (I'm going to lose that one.)
Nothing comes between straight Arkansas men (and at least HALF, by my observation, of the gay ones) and their Razorbacks. It's a sickness. The (Razorback Red) pickup is totally tricked out on game days, like you wouldn't believe. Even my white Tahoe is required to sport a Razorback hitch-cover. We're all required to wear hoggyback paraphernalia during games we watch/listen to at home (I have repeatedly explained to Alex that the players actually can NOT see OR hear them from here, but he insists it doesn't matter). We no longer have Matt Jones... ...to marvel over and TiVo and obsessively watch and re-watch and slow-mo and frame-by-frame his every play....but we now have Peyton Hillis, whose claim to adoration around here seems to be that during the off-seasons he has been known to keep in shape by HARNESSING HIMSELF TO AUTOMOBILES AND PULLING THEM UP HILLS. That's right. Look at him--doesn't he look like he could drag your car up a hill?
I should actually count myself lucky that I've been able to stave off the installment at my home of one of these mailboxes:
So far, I try to counter with something like this whenever the subject comes up:
And so far, we still have a very generic, if quite large, silver metal mailbox. So far. Oh, and the Hogs? This is a "building year". Which, I gather, means it's OK if we lose a lot for now.