Writin' Forty

My wife does all of the booking and planning for our trips.  I’m not sure when this started happening, but anytime we go anywhere it just became the default that Miranda gets the plane tickets and the rental car, which also means she determines when we leave and when we come back home. For the most part, she’ll run that information by me so I can make it fit my work schedule. For Thanksgiving, I came up with a (for me, anyway) brilliant idea of bringing my work computer and work from her parent’s place before the holiday in order to maximize the time she got to spend with her family. The reward for this good deed is she booked the flight from Saturday to Saturday. Which means the first Saturday, I would have to be in the air while Auburn played Samford, a small school in Birmingham. No big deal. But what this also meant is that I would have to be in the air for the second half of the Iron Bowl: Auburn. Versus. ALABAMA. Crap! For those of you who don’t know, Alabama and ...

Saturday, the  Mrs  and I go to her parent’s place in San Antonio. I’m basically out of vacation days but I told my boss I’d bring my work computer with me in order to maximize the amount of time that my wife gets to see her folks. It was a surprisingly forward thinking move on my part and I’m glad that the few times my brain fires off on all cylinders it produces a good result. Anyway, that’s not the reason I’m writing today. When I lived in Victoria, TX, which is about 2 hours from San Antonio, my last half of living there I spent a lot of time at the best bar in the town, Moonshine  Drinkery . I never necessarily planned on staying in Victoria for a long period of time but once it was clear I was going to be there for a minute I needed to find a social scene. Moonshine became (one of) my main ones. It started one night where I met the manager of the bar, Beau, and took off from there. Sometime after I left Victoria for Charlotte I heard that Moonshine was clos...

Rooting for a sports team is really akin to being in a relationship. There are moments where you love them more than anything else on the planet. There are times where they frustrate the hell out of you for any number of reasons: maybe they didn’t put forth what you perceive to be enough effort, maybe the team was not put in the ultimate position of success (coaching), or maybe someone stepped in and prevented the team from being the best they could be (referees). There are so many different  variables involved  but much like a relationship, the key to rooting for a sports team is that you’re supposed to love and support them regardless of the circumstances. Which can be tough. Trust me, I know that. The good news is that over time the law of averages means your team is going to reward you for  your support. Eventually, the cards are going to fall where your team gives you a magical moment or, sports gods will it, a championship. Those are the sweetest times for so m...