Just wanted to say real quick to new readers, in addition to my passion to figuring out the hell is going on in the world, I enjoy a good game of football.  If I’m jones’in, then I really enjoy even a mediocre game of football.

I don’t particularly enjoy Arean football, but that’s another story.

This weekend we got to see Brett “the Jet” Favre join the ranks of the unbeaten, Tom “Babby Daddy” Brady (and all of New England/Boston) got his (their) unfortunate (deserved) comeuppance, the Panthers had a “Hail Sarah” answered, the Cowboys won, and it was the weekend the Refs took over College Football.

To follow-up, Brett…good luck, it wasn’t a dirty play, the Cowboys won large(:-), and Refs, can’t play without ’em, can’t hit ’em.  But they do sometimes make for good conversationalists.*

If you have any other highlights from the weekend, especially from collegio, feel free to share.

* I played for 10 years, from 6th-16th grade, mostly middle/inside linebacker.  I had a few fun conversations with refs over the years.  My favorite was saying “What?! He spit in my face!” after I had slapped an opposing quarterback upside the head after he came up jawing, getting a first down inside our ten, late in a close game.  He hadn’t spit in my face, but my face was wet, and a bit bloody.  It’s not real football without blood, as Tony Romo proved today.  But let’s get back to my glory days for a moment, if I might.

It had been raining for days in St. Louis and the field was a mess.  It happened right here, a little less than 12 years ago.  It was my first senior year in college and we were undefeated at the start of the game.  I don’t recall exactly, but I think they might have been as well.

It was a very close game.  They had already missed two short field goals, and led 12-10 in the fourth quarter.  When the aforementioned head-smacking incident happened they had a first and goal.  They were determined to win, we were determined to stop them.  Kind of rock meets hard place kind of situation.  Like every single play in football, from peewee to pro.

We stopped ’em, in four downs, on the three or so.  I got a stinger on second down, they called a timeout before third and feeling returned before they came back on the field.  We blasted ’em, two yards deeps in the back field on third, our tackle stunt occupied their inside and two backers (me included) came hard to fill the gap.  On fourth down they tried a swing pass and our d-end, corner, and weakside backer converged to end their drive.

Our offense took the ball and drove down the field.  All I really remember of the drive is that we kicked a 42(3?)-yard fiend goal to win, 13-12.  For reals.  In 1996, against Washington University in St. Louis.

It was the brightest moment in my football career, and one of the highlights of Trinity’s, until this happened.

There’s another ole football story about the field where that play happened.  It happened to be the last place I played…and lost (Trinity/Millsaps, same year).   I was *very* happy to see the place redeemed and the curse removed (Another Roy had some…issues since I was there, and I was there at that one too…note the first comment…that’s one of mine from six years ago…weird.).

BTW, and just as a quick FYI.  I didn’t mean to go thorugh this story when I started this post.  Sometimes it’s great fun to write…especially when you have interyoutubes to play with.