The way Saturday's Alabama-Auburn game ended was certainly a little bizarre, or maybe a lot bizarre, but any way you look at it, Auburn won it fair and square, and I was the only one to step out on a limb and pick the War Eagles to win in last week's Pigskin Payoff contest, and I have every right to brag about it.
So brag, brag, brag.
The game obviously threw this year's National Championship game picture into a big morass, which will be somewhat ameliorated by this weekend's Big Ten and SEC Championship games, in which I predict an Ohio State loss to Michigan State and a Missouri upset of Auburn.
I'm probably wrong about the Missouri-Auburn game, but I don't want Joyce King yelling at me for picking against her favorite team -- Missouri.
I probably should be a bigger Missouri fan than I am since I was raised in Steele, but, as everybody knows, that little town is really part of Arkansas, so I never really grew up a real big Mizzou fan.
And the Southwestern Fighting Lynxcats don't have much of a pull as an alma mater, so I've kind of sided with Arkansas for football (sadly enough) and Memphis for basketball (I did go there one spring term that coincided with their 1973 run to get slaughtered by Bill Walton in the National Championship game).
Everybody knows Alabama and Florida State are the two best teams and that Alabama has already blown their chance (most likely, that is). But if I were Ohio State or even Missouri or Auburn, I wouldn't be particularly enthusiastic about facing the Seminoles in Pasadena.
A real butt-kicking is my prediction.
Especially since future Heisman winner Jameis Winston has received his get-out-of-jail-free card already.
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I only got two turkey sandwiches out of the "extra" turkey My Dear Sweet Sainted Wife cooked for Thanksgiving before she declared it "four days old" and no longer fit to eat. I don't think much of it left the house with My Dear Sweet Sainted Mother and Carl or with Jeff or Kit or Alexandra or Leah-Bo or sister Karen, so what that means is that our two dogs had a field day with the leftovers.
The refrigerator (we actually have two, with a backup in the garage) is back down to where a few things could be fitted in if necessary in the kitchen fridge and the garage fridge is back down to my personal beer and Gatorade and water supplies, which won't be used much through the winter, as they are only really any good for hot days on the golf course, which are six months away.
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I made my every-other-week stop at the library Wednesday, returning a dozen books, one of which was really mangled. Somehow it ended up stuck in the footrest mechanism of my recliner and got smashed by the moving metal parts every time I raised or lowered the footrest, which is about a dozen times a day.
I didn't even know it was stuck in there, but I did notice it was awfully hard to raise or lower the footrest for the last few weeks.
It was one of Michael Connelly's Hieronymous Bosch books and I hated to see it go.
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For the first time all year, I made it out to Thunder Bayou Wednesday with five other regular Wednesday afternoon golf buddies; Ted had covered the Bermuda greens at the Country Club with protective tarps in advance of the very cold weather coming in today and supposed to last for several days more.
Thunder Bayou was in particularly good shape, considering that virtually all of its equipment is out of service ... I believe they're down to one push mower for the greens and nothing to mow fairways or bush hog the rough areas. So I guess it's a good thing winter is coming on and there won't be much need to mow anything for a few months.
But if the course is going to stay open, and have a budget approved by the City Council to operate under, it should be allowed to do so.
If the money budgeted for the golf course doesn't get spent on the golf course (and it doesn't) where does it go? It's the kind of thing that makes you wonder.
I've heard that former Finance Director LaVera Kuykendall was particularly reluctant to issue a purchase order for any type of golf course expense ... but she's not there any more, is she?
dtennyson@blythevillecourier.com