Looking Back

Everywhere I go I see people doing 'memes'. So, I've decided to create one of my own. All of my readers (yes all two or three of you) are invited to participate.

I'm calling this meme "Regrets, I've had a few..."

Here's how it works. I'll list a few (or more) of my regrests. If you feel so inspired you may add a few of your own. Here we go.

1. I regret not taking more pictures. I don't know why but I've never been a big one for picture taking. Which has brought me to the mid-point (I hope) of my life with so few pictures upon which to gaze as I remember the 'good days'.
2. I regret not following my heart. I chose security over love and now am left with neither.
3. I regret that I've never learned to plan ahead. Well at least being able to make a plan and stick to it.
4. I regret allowing hurt feelings to stand in the way of saying "I accept your apology". Or for even thinking an apology was necessary when maybe it wasn't.
5. Most of all I regret not saying I love you as often as I should have.

Okay, now it's YOUR turn.

What A World, What A World!

You know it's a crazy plucked up world when you read headlines line these...
Nun Bun Stolen From Tenn. Coffeehouse (sorry I couldn't find a picture)

" Owner Bob Bernstein said he believes the culprit is someone angry over the shop displaying the world-famous pastry. "They went right for the bun," he said. "Unfortunately I think it's somebody who wanted to take it to destroy it."(Geesh even Nun's buns aren't safe!)

Then you have those [NOT SO] crazy Canucks;
Canadian court OK's group sex clubs

In a ruling that changes the way Canadian courts determine what poses a threat to the population. "Consensual conduct behind code-locked doors can hardly be supposed to jeopardize a society as vigorous and tolerant as Canadian society," said the opinion of the seven-to-two majority, written by Chief Justice Beverley McLachlin.
Consensual sex BEHIND closed doors! What a concept! I mean seriously who CARES what Canadians (or anyone for that matter) do in the privacy of their night clubs? I mean if people want to get together and have orgies, what's it to you and me?

Of course we probably should just be glad we aren't David Letterman. This poor man can not get a break.
Letterman Unrestrained
Forget about the paparazzi, this guys friends [NOT] and fans are out to make his life borderline torture.
"According to a statement filed with the court, Nestler said her "entire being [became] 'alit'" when she watched the first ever Late Show. She remained devoted to Letterman through 1998, divorcing and moving east. Theirs was hardly a one-sided affair, according to Nestler. Letterman encouraged her feelings by talking in code on air. "It is common in the television industry," she wrote in the statement.
Letterman is no stranger to unusual encounters with the public. For years, he was trailed by Margaret Ray, who insisted she was Mrs. David Letterman. And in September, a contractor was sentenced to 10 years in prison for hatching a plot to kidnap his son."

I think maybe the Wicked Witch of the West had a point when she uttered those infamous words...
"What a world, what a world!"

Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow

I can remember a time when the idea of living to see the year 2000 seemed like a fantasy. My childlike mind could hardly grasp the idea of being able to say 'two thousand and one, or two thousand and six'.
In our school books there were pictures of what the world might be like by the turn of the century. We'd have cars that didn't need roads, and our own personal flying packs. Of course there would be no hunger by then. Scientist would have discovered a way to use seaweed to feed the multitudes of starving. There'd be no homeless, or unemployed. People would live into the triple digits because there would have been miraculous discoveries that would enable us to annihilate things like heart disease, and strokes. It would be a wonderful world.
Well here we are. On the cusp of the year two thousand and six. We do have cars that fly. Unfortunately they still need roads, and kill thousands every year in the process of flying down those roads. Nobody I know has a personal flying pack. Whatever happen to that idea? A few do live to see the triple digits. But very few are Americans. In the wealthiest country in the world we have 43 million people without health insurance or access to decent health care. We have more homeless and unemployed, than ever. And this was the year we discovered our government was no better at handling a national disaster than any third world country. Scientist are trying to find ways to clone us but they can't find ways to feed us off the earths meager supplies. Disease and famine still haunt our planet, and some days it seems like Angelina Jolie may be the only person who really gives a damn. Couples will spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to 'make' a baby, but won't even entertain the idea of adopting one of the millions that are homeless and alone. The more, more, more for me mentality has long ago overtaken the give unto thy brethren sentiment.
Not only are we a nation at war with the world, but we're a nation at war with each other. The right hates the left. The leftist tree huggers have this insane idea that we should all just try to love one another. The idea of live and let live is being stomped into the ground. The religious right claims the United States is a Christian nation, and their darned tired of having to apologize for their religious beliefs. Of course the fact that most of these 'Christians' rarely attend church and have the generosity of a gnat, seems to be a moot point. They say their Christians but they won't even reach out to help their families (at least not without whining about it) much less their neighbors.
Oh what a mess our world is in. Yet we as humans still find hope. We seek out the few and small examples of human kindness and we let them be our guide. We let them be the light that shines in the dark night.
Oddly enough when you look to see who's reaching out you find people like Sean Penn, Morgan Freeman, Oprah Winfry, Tim McGraw, Faith Hill, Warren Beatty, and George Clooney. You know, those people the media tells us have no business voicing their opinions on politics. How many politicians did you see wading through waist deep, filthy, water to bring food, clothing and rescue to those in New Orleans? None. Not one. But I did see Sean Penn, and Aaron Neville, and Tim McGraw. I did see Harry Connick Jr out there slushing through the dirty water. I did see George Clooney and John Tavolta fly in plane loads of food, clothing, medical supplies.

So yes, Virginia there is good in this troubled old world. It's out there. No, you won't see much about it in the media. Good will doesn't make big headlines. But it's there. And that means there's hope. Hope that one day we will all be able to say, "I did what I could". But we won't. Because it isn't important that anyone know we did it. It's only important that we did.

I Bring Unto You Tidings of Great Joy!

St Luke, Chapter 2
2:1 And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.

2:2 And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.

2:3 And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.

2:4 And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David)

2:5 To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.

2:6 And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.

2:7 And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

2:8 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

2:9 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

2:10 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

2:11 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.

2:12 And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.

2:13 And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,

2:14 Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.

2:15 And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.

2:16 And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
*******


O come all ye faithful,
Joyful, and triumphant,
O come ye, O come ye
To Bethlehem!
Come and behold Him
Born the King of angels!

O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord!

Today as we celebrate the birth of our Savior, I can't help but think of the millions of poor, broken, and lonely. These are the people that God has instructed us to reach out to. To spread the message of hope and salvation.
As my heart aches for each of these, I find that I still feel gladness and joy. For I have been blessed with the joy of knowing each and every one of you who finds the time in your busy lives to visit my little place on the world wide web. You have made me laugh, you have made me cry but most of all you have made me a part of something greater than any one of us alone. Thank you all so very much for the joy and happiness you have brought into my life. May God bless you with peace, comfort and joy, this Christmas and throughout the coming year.

From Me: To: YOU!

To: One and all
From: Someone who knows your name!

Friendship
The dictionary says:

Friend (frend) noun.
1. A person whom one knows, likes and trusts.
2. A person with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; comrade.
3. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group.
4. An acquaintance.

The dictionary makes several not so small ommissions.
It doesn't speak of the years that a friendship endures,
it doesn't mention that friendship can flourish even though you've never met in person and are separated by many miles,
it doesn't mention the support, understanding and comfort a friend can offer or
the anguish you cannot escape from when a friend is dying.
The dictionary, I'm afraid, cannot begin to define the word:

F is for fantastic, the way you sometimes make me feel
R is for reliable, now that's a great deal
I is for independence, cause we're all so unique
E is for equal, in all we do and speak
N is for necessary, cause life without friends
Does not supply the soul with a purpose to our end
S is for support, friends always do you know
H is for happiness when the friendships grow
I is for ideas, we share them with each other
P is for the privilege of knowing one another.

I can't imagine getting through a single day without the people who have come to mean so much to me. Here is were I come when I need to feel comfort and strength. So I will leave you with this. My wish for each of you is that you may know peace, comfort and joy for all of your days.
Thank you so much for all that you have given me.

Cheers!

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

A Meme for Christmas

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot chocolate for me please!
But I do love a bit of nog with a dash of Southern Comfort or JD.

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree?
Wrapped of course!

3. Colored lights on tree/house or white?
Colored, but tiny and twinkling.

4. Do you hang mistletoe?.
I used to. And would again if a certain someone special were to come for a visit!

5. When do you put your decorations up?
The first or second week of December.

6. What is your favorite holiday dish (excluding dessert)?
Oh my, only one? Ham. Turkey. Cranberry sauce. Stuffing. Sorry I can't pick just one.

7. Favorite Holiday memory as a child?
The little transistor radio I got when I was six. All the other little girls got boring old dolls. I got a radio I could carry around with me. All my friends thought it was super cool.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
What truth?

9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Yep.

10. What kind of cookies does Santa get set out for him?
Teacakes of course. As close as I can get to MawMaw's.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it?
Love to look at it. But hate to drive in it, or having to shovel it.

12. Can you ice skate?
I used to ice skate. Not anymore.

13. Do you remember your favorite gift?
My son Daniel. He was born on December 23rd. Best Christmas gift I ever received.

14. What's the most important thing about the Holidays for you?
Getting through it.

15. What is your favorite Holiday Dessert?
Pie. Any kind of pie.

16. What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Going out for that drive to see the lights on Christmas Eve.

17. What tops your tree?
An angel.

18. Which do you prefer Giving or Receiving?
Giving, definitely.

19. What is your favorite Christmas Carol?
Little Drummer Boy.

20. Candy Canes! Yuck or Yum?
Yum!

Now it's YOUR turn!

Laughing on the Outside

I don't know how many remember Red Skelton, but I do. I remember watching him on the Ed Sullivan Show, and on his own show. Of all his characters my favorite was always Freddy the Freeloader. Freddy was one of those poor, sad, but lovable guys, who went around with this kind of sad smile on his face. He tried to be funny, but you knew inside he was hurting.
Another favorite of mine was Emmett Kelly's , Weary Willie. Willie too had that kind of sad, hangdog look about him.
Both these guys went around trying to be funny, putting on an act, playing for the audience. But deep inside you knew, something was missing.
These days I feel like Weary Wanda. I keep up this facade, making all the right moves, saying the right words, laughing along with the world. But inside, I feel like I'm dying. My world is coming apart and I don't know how to stop it.
When Houston , spoke of feeling like he was on a roller coaster ride, and of ' unmet expectations', I could feel the tears rolling down my face. Then Vickie , wrote the words I dared not speak. "I just want to curl up and wake up when the New Year is upon us...". Finally , someone who understands. I'm not alone. I'm not some kind of aberrant anomaly. I'm not the only one who simply can't jump for joy at the mention of 'Christmas'. I can't help that the lights, the trees, the sights and sounds, don't set off the endorphins in my soul.
I'm trying every day to take Houston's advice and find my own crayon and color this holiday season the way it best suits me. Somehow black doesn't seem to go over too well with folks. So, I guess I'll put on my 'make-up' and continue on with my charade. Who knows? Maybe eventually I'll even manage to convince myself.

Godspeed John

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- John Spencer, who played a tough and dedicated politico on "The West Wing" who survived a serious illness to run for vice president, died of a heart attack Friday. He was 58.

Spencer died after being admitted to a Los Angeles hospital during the night, said his publicist, Ron Hofmann. He would have been 59 on Tuesday.

He was "one of those rare combinations of divinely gifted and incredibly generous," said Richard Schiff, who plays Toby Ziegler on the NBC series.

"There are very few personal treasures that you put in your knapsack to carry with you for the rest of your life, and he's one of those," Schiff said. He said Spencer had been struggling with health issues but seemed to have rebounded.[source]

It's no secret that I'm a huge fan of West Wing. Leo was always one of my favorites. Along with Toby (who by the way I think is so very sexy). West Wing won't be the same without Leo. And with Toby leaving as well,it's almost as if John's death is fortelling the end of the series.
I've been a fan of John's since way back in his LA Law days.
Godspeed good John. Heaven is a better place for your arrival, and earth has lost a lovely soul.

Christmas Present

Religion seems to have overtaken the holidays this year. It seems everybody has a stand to take, with the real reason for the season getting lost somewhere in the process.

You can learn a lot from watching television. For instance last night I watched an episode of Girlfriends. In this particular episode Toni and Todd are trying to come to terms with what religion they want to raise Morgan (their baby girl) in. Toni comes from a strongly Christian family, Todd, a very decidedly Jewish one. They appear to be on their way to working out an amicable solution until their bossy, domineering Mothers step in. Each determined that her grandchild will be raised in the proper religion. Neither Mother has any regard for what their child wants nor any respect or consideration for the others religion. What they end up with is a family torn apart by the selfish action of two women who each thinks she knows best. Nobody wins.

If you really want to get an idea of what a real Christian family might be like try catching an episode of 7th Heaven. Last night show had me in tears, more than once. The love and generosity in spirit of the Camdens is a shining example of how all Christians should strive to live. From their willingness to reach out to anyone, regardless of race, religion, or social standing, to their faith in God, this family doesn't just talk the talk, they walk the walk.
If you, like many have unanswered questions about how to reconcile the 'Santa' part of Christmas with the 'Christ' part then last nights episode is a must see. I've never seen it explained so well and with such passion and honesty as Eric Camden did when he explained it to his six year old twin sons. Oh, and guess what, the Camdens managed to get lots of "Merry Christmas's" and "Happy Holiday's" into that one hour show. Just another example of how love and acceptance really are the true spirit of Christmas.

Christmas Past

Christmas used to be a time of year when everyone was reminded us of why it was we hated being around our family. We'd all pile up in the family car and make that long miserable trip to Grandma's. Our more distant relatives would be bane to admit they had no idea who you were and exactly how it was you were related. You'd be forced to spend time with cousins (first, second, and yes God help me third) that you detested. There would be so many aunts and uncles telling you what to do, that you wouldn't know whether to crap or go blind. There would be ridiculous amounts of food (did anyone else have that aunt who brought Kentucky Fried Chicken, and tried to pass if off as her own). You'd eat until you couldn't stand or sit comfortably. Then you'd spend the rest of the day sitting/lying around listening to people talk about things (like politics) that make you feel like swallowing ground glass. Oh yeah, those were the good ole days.
For the life of me I can't remember more than one or two of the gifts I must have gotten over the years. I'm sure my Mother must have spent hours shopping for just the right gift that would fit within her budget. Then wrapping said gift and praying we kids wouldn't find them and tear them open trying to 'peek' to see what they were. I know I must have spent hours playing with these presents, but honestly I just don't remember. I do remember getting the cutest little transistor radio one year. It was the coolest! For days I walked/danced around with the little earphones tucked in my ear, listening to that marvel of technology. I thought I was da bomb!
Of all the things that do stand out in my mind, there is one that never fails to bring a smile to my face and a sweet taste to my tongue. MawMaw's Christmas Teacakes. Oh my what a culinary delight they were. MawMaw and PawPaw were poor folks, and we had lots of family. Since she couldn't afford to buy presents for everyone, MawMaw made her special Christmas Teacakes for everyone as her present to us. Trust me, NOBODY complained. They were the most treasured gift of all. Nobody made teacakes like MawMaw. Looking back I know she must have spent hours and hours making these scrumptious delites.


What a labor of love they were.
I ask my Mother once, if MawMaw had a recipe for her teacakes. Mama shook her head and said "Lordy no child, your MawMaw can't even read or write, how would she write down a recipe?" I remember that making me sad. Especially since Mama's teacakes were never quite as sweet or tasty as MawMaws.
Over the years I've tried dozens of recipes, but none has ever come close to emulating MawMaw's Christmas Teacakes.
They were perfection. With coffee, tea, milk, or just by themselves. And without a doubt the best Christmas present I ever received.

The years have passed and we don't do the big family get together's anymore. I have cousins, aunts, and uncles I haven't seen in ten years or more. Sometimes I wonder where they are or what they're doing with their lives. I wonder too if they remember those wonderfully delicious Christmas Teacakes? I'm betting they do.

Friday Five

I got squat, so, lets fall back on an oldie but goodie, the Friday Five.

1. What did you want to be when you grew up?
Does rich count?
I dreamed of being a dancer. Not the ballerina kind, but more The Chorus Line kind.
2. Did you follow through? If not, what happened?
No. Mostly a lack of talent. I may love to dance, but I never had the talent, passion, and dedication it takes to be a professional dancer.
3. Is your life turning out the way you thought it would when you were a kid?If not, is it better or worse?
Oh hell NO!
Actually maybe it is. I guess I always figured I'd grow up, fall in love, get married and have kids. I did all those,(even if not in that order). So I guess things have turned out pretty close to what I thought they might. Only the rich and famous part is MIA.
4. Paradoxes aside, if you could time-travel back to when you were 10 years old, what would you tell your 10-year-old self?
Never settle. Never give up. And dance. Every chance you get, just dance.
5. Do you think the child you were, would like the adult you've become?
Well, my grandson seems to like me, so maybe the kid me would have liked me too. Of course he's pretty much obligated to like me, or at least love me, so who knows?
I know as a kid I liked very few adults, so maybe not.

Okay, YOUR turn! Inquiring minds want to know.

Whoa! Somebody call O'Reilly!

No church services on Christmas Day? [Some megachurches closing on Christmas]

What the heck? How do you NOT have services on Christmas Day? I mean of ALL the days you'd want to go to church, wouldn't this one be at the top of your list? To have Christmas Day actually fall on a Sunday, how perfect is the timing? I can't speak for any one else, but here in this part of the country our churches are packed on the Sunday before Christmas. You can bet they will be on this extra special Christmas Sunday. Of course most of us are just simple poor folks (yes some are poorer than others) and I don't suppose our churches qualify as megachurches, but gosh darn, what's the matter with these people?

Somebody needs to call Bill O'Reilly and get him to set these people straight!

Santa Clause is Watching You GRANNY!

Just WHO is trying to steal Christmas?

EUREKA SPRINGS, Ark. (AP) — Virginia Voiers thought she was taking part in a rambunctious holiday custom, but a carriage driver thought differently and called police when he saw the 70-year-old grandmother stealing the baby Jesus from the city's nativity scene.

Jesus is back on display after an Arkansas grandmother snarred the statue in a holiday custom of taking the statue, intending to return it.

Voiers was ticketed for misdemeanor theft by an officer who quickly caught up with her van after she foisted the statue.

"It was a lark, it wasn't any serious stealing," Voiers told the Lovely County Citizen newspaper of Eureka Springs. "My granddaughter commented that no one had taken the baby Jesus this year and said, 'Grandma?' I said, 'Oh, what the heck.'"

Usually, the baby Jesus is returned by the thief. Voiers said her Saturday caper was the first time she'd taken anything from the nativity.

"I didn't know we had a tattletale downtown," said Voiers, who is also a Sunday school teacher at a Methodist church. She said she told her pastor what happened.

"He said, 'Bless you, child. Go and sin no more,'" she said, and added that he asked, '"You didn't tell them you are a Methodist, did you?'"

Voiers was caught because the Beta Sigma Phi sorority, which erects the nativity scene, accessorized this year's edition with a security camera that is monitored at police headquarters.

A dispatcher saw Voiers taking the statue and put out a call to officers. Carriage driver Thomas Tharp heard the broadcast on his police scanner and cantered to the nativity at Basin Park. He relayed the van's license number to police, who pulled over the vehicle that held Voiers and several family members. In all, three police cars were at the scene.

Police Chief Earl Hyatt said he is taking the theft seriously. The charge carries a possible penalty of a year in jail and $1,000 fine.

"Yes, I've been a bad girl," Voiers said. She said she would have returned the statue.
A seventy-year-old grandmother and Sunday School teacher steals the baby Jesus which is monitored by a security camera erected by a sorority and a carriage driver gallops to the rescue.

Now I've heard it all.[thanks to andante for this amusing little newsbite]

By the way, isn't President Bush a Methodist?

Angels Among Us

Every once in awhile someone will do something so kind, so giving and so unexpected that it simply takes your breath away. Yesterday was one of those days for me.
At a time when I was feeling lonely and sad, someone reached out across the miles and touched my heart.
God bless you sweet Sally ! You truly are an Angel among us!

And, while I'm passing out thank yous, let me add one to Houston for this little gem.

"If you don't like the color of a holiday, use your own crayon. Make it meaningful to you. Siting around blaming others or other forces for the ugliness of a holiday speaks only about you and says nothing about the holiday."

Excellent point Houston! Consider me admonished.

The History of Christmas

I have to say I've been quite pleased by the response to my previous post regarding my feelings about the stealing of Christmas, and of Christmas and the celebrations surrounding the holiday. I posted the same piece over in my political blog and have had a very nice response there as well. I'm not at all surprised to find so many share my feelings, nor that are those who are quite defensive about their holiday being 'challenged' or 'disrespected'.
What I was surprised by though was the fact that this post led to my learning something new and very interesting. Phyllis generously provided me with a link to a site titled The History of Christmas , which explains the real history of the holiday itself and how it BECAME a Christian/religious celebration.
What I learned there not only surprised me but explained so much for me. I can honestly say it has given me a kind of new perspective on the whole concept. If you check it out you will find that it was actually the Christian church who took a pre-existing holiday and changed it into a religious one.
Mesopotamians, Persians, Babylonians, Greeks, Scandinavians, and Romans all had celebrations centering around this time of year. All the things we now associate with 'Christmas' were originally parts of those celebrations. The history of Christmas dates back over 4000 years. Many of our Christmas traditions were celebrated centuries before the Christ child was born(which incidentally many historians say actually occurred sometime around late August/early September). The 12 days of Christmas, the bright fires, the Yule log, the giving of gifts, carnivals(parades) with floats, carolers who sing while going from house to house, the holiday feasts, and the church processions can all be traced back to the early Mesopotamians.
As Christianity spread, Christians were alarmed by the continuing celebration of pagan customs and Saturnalia among their converts. At first the Church forbid this kind of celebration. But it was to no avail. Eventually it was decided that the celebration would be tamed and made into a celebration fit for the Christian Son of God. Sooo in reality it was "we" who first stole Christmas! How about that! Who says ole dogs can't learn new things?
Having read so many varied opinions, and learned a few (okay more than a few) new facts I've come to the conclusion, there are many appropriate ways to celebrate this season of holidays. No matter what you call it. I am going to do my best to embrace the true spirit of the season (yes Tom, that one's for you) and find a way in my heart to make room for all the ways that people choose to celebrate. I don't care how they say it (Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas), it means the same thing. Someone is wishing my family and myself a happy/merry time. What could possibly be wrong with that?
Therefore I insist we all eat, drink, shop, and be happy/merry!
I think my greeting will be WAR EAGLE!!
Speaking of those Tigers, after getting off to a slow, scary start the Tigers finished up their season 9-2 (#2 in the SEC). It looks like they may be tapped to meet Wisconsin (Big Ten #2) in the Capital One Bowl. Joe, I'm hearing rumors Bama may take on Texas Tech in the Cotton Bowl. Both teams finished up the season in the top 20 (Auburn #9/Bama #11)! Can you tell I love college football?
This calls for PIE, don't ya think?