Friday, October 14, 2005

Spear for When the Bears Come From Space

This morning as I was driving up the hill to the East Jackson Street bridge a rusty pickup in front of me disgorged a big clanking lawnmower from its bed that began to chug downhill towards me, picking up speed, until I was able to turn gently into oncoming traffic and allow it to skrrrrritccchhh along my front bumper and away. Something struck me as unholy ominous about this and I haven't been able to shake the feeling all day, even though I later found a penny in a parking lot after leaving a meeting.

But tomorrow is another day, and my college's Homecoming Game, and all our hopes have risen when--after being outscored 150-plus to 3 in the first four games--last week our Cardinals scored 60 points in five overtimes. No matter the outcome, it is a tradition for my dad (Class of '61) and myself (Class of '88) to go and cheer them on.

You can learn the fight song yourself, via this instructional film here.

Until next time, Go Cards, and give me a yell at

1 comment:

Lovely Lisa said...

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I really like your blog (im a fan of the indigo girls, too!)