The long gray line
by chuckofish
My bon ami Dick posted on Facebook yesterday about going to a football game at West Point and I don’t think he will mind if I share what he said and some of his pictures from the event.
I had a great day yesterday. Ever since I was a youngster cheering on Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davis, I have wanted to see a game at West Point and I got my wish yesterday…I was not disappointed. It happened to be a game against the Air Force Academy with the Commander in Chief trophy at stake…Army prevailed in a thriller 17-14 which went down to the last minute or so of the game. Afterward, both teams joined one another in singing each academy’s alma mater with band accompaniment. The crowd’s energy was terrific and folks were very friendly. I got to thinking that this is the way college football used to be and should be. Those guys on the field may not have been 4 or 5 stars but they were good…and all are subject to the same academic rigors as all the other cadets, they are true “student athletes.” Anyway, it was a hell of a lot of fun!
Yes, indeed, well said*.
BTW, DN was interviewed as the man in the street regarding the “Sideline Scandal”/debacle at the University of Maryland.
🙄 Anyway, I’m glad to hear that they still play (and coach) football at West Point the old-fashioned way–like gentlemen/student-athletes.
P.S. As you know, our great-uncle Guy went to West Point, but having failed math, he retreated to the University of Vermont. He served his country in WWI and died in the Argonne Forest. We will think of him this week as Veterans Day approaches.
*Thank you, Dick!
But I had a fun weekend, nevertheless. The bluegrass concert on Friday night was great. We checked out all the new Christmas stuff at Home Goods. We watched one of our favorite movies, The Man Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain (1995), in which Hugh Grant stars and actually plays a nice guy for a change.
On Sunday afternoon, after vacuuming and cleaning up, I went through my “keep out” closet where I stow all my presents (like Babe Paley, I shop for Christmas presents all year long) and made lists of what I have for Christmas and what I still need to do.
I’ll be ready…in the meantime, time marches on relentlessly and November is turning out to be a very busy month. First up, the OM and I are going to see “legendary bluegrass group Hot Rize” at the Sheldon tonight. Daughter #1 is driving in for it. Maybe the boy will join us.
By the way, we did watch Pony Express (1952) one night this week, but I have to confess I fell asleep. This has less to do with the quality of the film and more to do with my being an old lady who gets up too early every day to be able to watch TV at night. I must say I thought the cinematography (of the little I saw) was very good and the location shots in Kanab, Utah were impressive.
Maybe I’ll try again some time. On Halloween night we turned off the lights and proceeded to watch House of Wax (1953) with hometowner Vincent Price on TCM.
I fell asleep. Maybe I should stop pretending and just turn in at 7:30 pm.
Lovett still resides in North Harris County, Texas in the farming community of Klein, named after his great-great-grandfather and where he was raised. He hails from a long line of Texas Lutherans–there are several German enclaves in the state. As such, he always ends his albums with a hymn, a country tradition, and his way of a tithe.
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