If you can get beyond all the vitriol spewing from the most die-hard of Ole Miss and Mississippi State fans, you can appreciate the Egg Bowl rivalry for what it is – purely Mississippi.
What we call “Veterans Day,” was originally called Armistice Day. It celebrated the end of World War I, when the guns finally went silent across the Western Front on the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of 1918.
The emotion was genuine last Friday night as Coach Tim Melton addressed the Calhoun Academy Cougars in the middle of the field at Pearl High School.
I love watching the leaves slowly fall to the ground and the beautiful scene of how they cover every inch of my backyard like a colorful, thick, blanket. But it’s no fun come spring when you’re knee-deep in leaves and they all have to be vanquished.
Bruce versus Calhoun City isn’t just a football rivalry. It’s a way of life for citizens living in the two towns or anyone who has ever attended either school. It has produced state champions, several NFL players and legendary stories that no box score can capture.
I knew of George Thomas before I knew George Thomas.
Its stunning gardens, eye-catching architecture, long list of top-notch restaurants and shops, and pedestrian friendly layout make Charleston, South Carolina one of the most charming cities I’ve ever visited.
I pulled up to the counter to begin eating supper when my near 100-pound yellow Lab Jack came running in and darted under my legs. I could hear the reason why across the house – 3-year-old granddaughter Addi Claire.
There I stood, in the middle of the Metrodome in downtown Minneapolis, with a helmet on my head with long white horns protruding upward. Coming out the sides of the helmet, hanging down below my shoulders were long, blonde, braided pony tails. And I actually allowed a picture to be made of myself in this ridiculous get-up.