This and that from the past couple of weeks:
Tuesday morning when I woke up, my right wrist was sore. I started to tell my wife that I thought I had sprained my wrist holding the big candy bowl for all the trick or treaters.
Saturday night my wife said she was giving up sports for the season -- watching, that is, not playing. We were sitting in the stadium in Oxford, and after a quick touchdown, Ole Miss had fallen hopelessly behind.
It’s been anything but a normal week around our house. In fact, things got so out of hand that I totally missed one football game Friday and left shortly after halftime at another on Saturday. Because I love football so much, that just doesn’t happen this sports season – but it did.