Football Fall Sunday

This lovely Sunday morning the birds are singing, the coffee is strong and Lou Holts is yelling.
I have moved to the farthest corner of our kingdom and I can still hear him!!!  LSU...wha????
The Sunday paper lies in pieces flung from fireplace to front window.
I slipped on Sports Illustrated lying on the stairs, SI, not me.  I avoided the fall and Lou didn't even notice, Holtz that is.

I cudda been a contenda if only I could get someone's attention.

I put my jersey and flip-flops on and parade through the room...Move over is the only comment I got, evidently Lou can't yell with my butt in the way.

Football Widow, the life of the living dead!  Back to my novel, no Lou Holtz, no SI, no newspaper, just the birds and the words for me this Fine Football Sunday Morning!