I don’t know if Derek Dooley’s hip injury came as he accompanied Robert Jordan’s bid to blow up a bridge in Spain or not, but this week’s visit by the Vols to the land of cows and their bells has me thinking about John Donne and Ernest Hemmingway.
It is Super Bowl week, a time that means so many different things to so many different people. If your team isn’t participating, then you are left to your own devices as to how you relate to the game. A social event? Holding a grudge against a participating player or team? My team is not in Indy, and there is little in the way of personal interest in any of the particulars (my fanship of Eli Manning notwithstanding).
Monday Night Football has been an American institution for over 40 years. It was a groundbreaking innovation in the worlds of sports and television. Part of its success is the populariity of the game itself, which became as popular as it is today partly because of Monday Night Football. And, in today’s world of televised sport supersaturation, its continued popularity is a tribute to the the quality of play in today’s NFL.
After this week’s bye week, the Vols will host the mighty Buffalo Bulls of the Mid-American Conference (MAC). That gets me back up on my soap box.
Sitting in Peet’s, iPad working with wireless, morning coffee and pastry ready for consumption – it was a typical Sunday morning for Steven Sully, sitting across from his wife who preferred a tactile newspaper over the magical electronic version, ready to catch up on news from ‘back home’. That news often started with the goings and comings of Tennessee football.
I realized something last night, something that really shocked me.
It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a Tennessee football game and experienced nothing but fun. No dreaded anticipation, no feeling that a loss would be the end of the world, no feeling of exhausted relief after a win.
It was just plain ol’ fun.
Recently as I was lying in my easy chair on the back deck, wafting in and out of consciousness in the glorious summertime weather that is the Bay Area, I caught myself thinking about moments in a football game that are unlike any in other sports. One such moment is the measurement.
The first down is the immediate goal of nearly every offensive play in a football game. The more I thought about how football deals with confirming whether or not a first down has been made by the offensive team when the umpire cannot readily make the determination himself, the more I thought how utterly odd it is. The chain, which connects two poles, is something that people hundreds if not thousands of years ago could have used to measure a specific distance. Read More…
It was called the “Blood Month” by the Saxons because it was time to kill their animals for food.
It is called the “Month of Death” by the Finns (marraskuu in Finnish).
The crops have usually been harvested by now.
Telling the farmer if his year will be success or failure.
The leaves lose the brilliant October hues and turn a dirty brown.
Finally falling to the ground.