Saturday morning cartoons are cancelled in favor of College Gameday.
Breakfast and wondering if we’ll see our tailgating “Popaw” on tv.
Rummaging for maroon and white clothes…OH NO! One of the kids has a baseball shirt, but not a football shirt. His younger brother looks at him with sympathy. Add that to our last minute Wal-Mart list.
The texting has begun.
Text from an Ole Miss friend. Nice moment. We’re not playing each other, I text a “Happy Gameday” back and we chit chat briefly.
Trouble. Whoops, friends now know I invited an Auburn fan over for the game. Eeeks. An old family friend, he’s in from out of town, I reason. Understandable, they shake their heads, but unfortunate.
Sports talk radio on the way to Wal-Mart. Baby is napping-Do.Not.Wake.Her. Napping this afternoon will be near-impossible.
Explaining how we can still like people who aren’t Mississippi State fans to the 5 year-old. Make eye contact with laughing stranger.
Literally the last short sleeved MSU shirt in the boys section. It’s a nice shirt, but no tag. We’ll sort it out at check-out (fingers crossed).
Parenting moment over shirt envy.
Just get the stuff on the list. And ice cream. Too bad there aren’t maroon M&M’s.
No tackling in the aisles. No pushing that looks like tackling. I mean it.
Price check on the shirt, $11.88-score! Yes, you can change in the bathroom.
Cashier is a State fan. Share anecdotes about our sons. Sympathize over her work schedule, but she will be off for the Egg Bowl.
Stopped at the door by fellow fan. Oops, former State football player. Shake hands. How exciting. Talk standings, future rankings. Agree to disagree about whether or not we want Ole Miss to win their game.
Back home. Operation: Protect The Nap was a success! She miraculously slept through the entire process.
Air conditioners on high. Getting warm with all the food prep.
Kids get to decorate their own mini-cowbells. Awesome mom moment.
Having Auburn friend bring the fried chicken AND the Rotel dip to atone for his blunder of being born in Alabama.
TVs on. Food out. Cowbells ready? Let’s Go Bulldogs!
Kickoff!
Oh wow.
