Monday, October 28, 2019

Thursday, October 3, 2019

I just love me some Slippery Rock.

This Rivers kid is really, really good.  Trust me, I know.

I have said in the past that one day I will tell y'all why, but it all has to do with my beloved Granddaddy.

Trust me, I will.




Wednesday, October 2, 2019



I JUST KNEW IT!  We are looking at the next imaginary national Champeen, behind Boise State, who always bitches and moans because they cant' get no respect.

I am VERY proud behind the Rock!

That is all.

Thank y'all for reading.



Sunday, September 8, 2019

SMQ WEEK 2 2019

Hey y'all!

I know it's not Sunday Morning (I'm a bit under the weather, and slept in), but here be my thoughts after watching real sports all day Sattidy.

1)  I am quite sure that Bo is face down in his grave right now.  

Okay, we all know that The US Military Academy has a way of messing up everybody (ooops I don't mean that in a bad way.  I love me some Soldiers) that is ranked high in preseason guesses.  But c'mon!  When you know exactly what your opponents game plan will be, you need to prepare for it, and shut it down.

The Whooferines were not able to do that...even though anybody that understands football with an IQ over 30 knew exactly what  Army was going to do.  And they did it.  And Michigan was their victim.

I'm sorry...I have read a bunch of stuff today trying to 'splain why Michigan sucked so much, and that they are really really good...yada yada...

I don't buy any of it.  When you invite any mid-level team (even our beloved Soldiers) to your "BIG" house to play a game, and you're supposed to be one of the elite teams in 'Murica, it is your obligation to crush them, not luck out in OT.

Michigan needs a new drawing board...and somebody else to draw on it.

I don't think Bo is available.

2)  The fAGGIES ain't all that bad.

It truly pains me to say it, but they are not.  They did NOT embarrass themselves against the BEAST that Clemson is.  A 14 point loss AT Memorial is nothing to be ashamed of.

3)  Ole Miss is not as bad as Arkansas

That's all.

4)  Arkansas is really bad

5)  the Ohio State...keep a sharp eye on them.  

I have never been a fan, but they did EXACTLY what you are supposed to do.  When you invite a mid-level team to your "BIG" horseshoe, you are supposed to humiliate them.  You are supposed to prepare for how they might be able to humiliate you, and shut that down.

They did.

6)  Clemson is a BEAST.

My good buddy Gary (last name will not be revealed, so as to protect his life here in NWLA) is a Clemson grad, and huge fan.  He flies to almost EVERY Clemson game no matter where it is.  He was in Memorial yesterday when the Tigers beat the fAGGIES.  He told me "Wuh', we coulda'dun' awot bettuh'."

Honestly, I don't see how.  These. Guys. Are. Guud!

7)  My beloved LSU Tigers...I don't think I've ever been prouder.

Seriously, I don't.  Not even when we beat St. Nick 9-6 in 2011 (Still a classic for the ages).  Texas is a quality squad, and I knew they would bring some O.  They did.  Aranda will have to pick that apart, and retrain some stuff, but he is a genius when it comes to such things.

It was just lovely to see us get a quality win, against a quality team in Darryl K Royal Memorial.

8)  OU crushed South Dakota.  Yawn...

9)  'Bama is yet to be tested, but I am predicting two losses in regular season play.  

Yep, 2 (two).

10)  Boise State averted disaster, and will still probably be the the next IMAGINARY NATIONAL CHAMPION.  

The Thundering Herd gave them all they could handle on the blue turf, but they figgered a way...

Friday, September 6, 2019


Hey y'all, don't be getting your hopes up that this will be a regular thing...but a MAN keeps his promises, and I promised I would keep a sharp eye on Slippery Rock, because I had high hopes.  We played last night...on my 60th birthday...and I could not be more pleased with the results.

The Rock Raiders did not let us down.  The Rock crushed Wayne State 62-37...and there were over 3,700 fans in the stands to watch the murder of Wayne State (WARRIORS...nyuk...I'm surprised the NCAA hasn't make them change their name to something like Eagles...oh wait, that is an endangered species, so it will never happen...but WARRIORS  are connected to Injuns, so...where does poor Wayne State go from here?  I am quite sure when the NCAA forces them to change their name, they will probably hold a campus-wide vote, and come up with something really wussy like...well, I don't know...maybe Crimson Tide? ").

Serves 'em right too, for daring to put Slippery Rock on the schedule!

My beloved Rock was just completely awesome!

My new favorite small college's a LONG story that I may share one day that has to do with my beloved Granddaddy who passed in 1981, has kicked butt!  

Just a little trash-talkin'...Eat our dust Shippensburg!  We got y'all on Sattidy' night, and you will rue the day that you scheduled us!  Trust me, you will.  And y'all must know that I was the first one to tell y'all.  Maybe the only one, know...but it's gonna be bad.

Really bad.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

SUNDAY MORNING QUARTERBACK (SMQ) back by popular demand

Thank the good Lord up above, College Football has finally returned!  It is a great relief to me in the intense heat to have something to actually look at on the TeeVee in the AC.

I know y'all share my joy...

I have been coaxed in to trying another shot at SMQ.  So, when I write "by popular demand," it really just means that the one guy that liked it suggested it (he might not have really liked it, but is just a guy that likes to encourage anybody, no matter how bad they are at sumpin').

Let's get on with it...

My takeaways from Week 1 of collij football...

1)  Unfortunately, Florida Atlantic University will not retain their National Championship. 

Lane Kiffins' Owls lost right out of the box to the meager Buckfries.  HA! 

How wuss....  I mean...they must have all had the flu or something, because as the reigning National Champions I personally thought they would come out and kick Buckfries! 

I thought at the end of last season when FAU claimed the National Championship that all those sun-drenched lizards must be just as crazy as Lane Kiffin.  But, after pondering it for a long, long time, I finally realized, and said to myself, "Andy, you're right."

I will give them that they did score 21 purnts agin' that worthless program in Columbus.  But as our good Buddy Two Dogs said, we won't really know how bad they are until they quit scheduling the Big 10 as warm-ups, and actually try the SEC.  I mean, if they had any guts they would schedule Vandy, or Arkansas...or maybe even Ole' Miss.

2)  Ole Miss sucks. 

Don't get me wrong...The Rebels faced a very tough Memphis squad (that Taylor Kid from Memphis is spooky good) from the American Conference, in the hostile environment of a football stadium.  But, I think Matt Luke forgot to show the Smiley Bears their standard pregame slide-show entitled "WHAT IS AN END ZONE?" in the locker room before heading out to the hostile environment of a football stadium.

3)  'Bama is not all that great.  

Sure they killed Duke, but I saw a zillion flaws.  Nick is losing his edge.  Just sayin'.  Sure, the commentators were all like, "well just wait until so-and-so gets in there, and it'll all change, yada yada."  But there is just something not cohesive that is the trademark of a Saban team.

The Tide can be beat.  Maybe twice this season.  (Remember I told y'all that first).


4) Boise State might be the next Imaginary National Champion.

The Broncos might actually run the table after defeating Flarda' State.  Looking at their schedule, I don't think any opponent can take them down.   Unless they all have influenza like Lanes' boys from FAU did against standing trees, they will run the table.

They have my wishes, and prayers to end up undefeated, and we will have to hear them bitch once again like we did a decade ago again about how "we can't get no respect...we can't get to the big dance...we could kill Clemson if we just had a chance, etc."

Schedule 'em.  And find out..

5) My beloved LSU Tigers might actually have a shot. 

Seriously.  We started the season ranked #6 in many preseason guesses.  As a life-long fan I have learned to distrust any poll that ranks LSU Under #20.  However...even though it was only Georgia Southern (those boys tried hard), I saw something I've never seen in LSU football, even when King Nick ran the show and was a National Champeen.

It is a complex offense.  Our D has always rocked, and has been almost impossible for everybody except for Nick to figure out.

I just hope that Corch O didn't play all his cards against Georgia Southern, so everybody will now know.

I have a feeling he didn't.

6) Slippery Rock still plays football.  

I have high hopes for The Rock this season.  I will be following with a sharp eye.  

Don't bother to thank me.




Sunday, February 10, 2019


That is what I said to my Big Sis about 6 pm on Saturday, December 15, 2018.

Our beloved Daddy, Don Reeves had just passed away a few minutes before.

Daddy was a wonderful man.  He was so kind, and sweet, and extremely generous.  He would help anyone with anything.  It seems that he made his life goal to focus on "others," and not himself.  Maybe he was just born that way.  It seems so looking back on things.  I can't remember a time when I EVER saw, or heard Daddy do, or say anything that was just for himself.

He was a GIVER.

To rewind...Mom and Dad had been married almost 64 years when Mom passed away on November 9, 2018.  He was her full-time caretaker.  He did EVERYTHING for her.  Moms' health had declined over the last several years, and at 81, she was an "old" 81.  She had not been able to walk more than a few feet for a long time.  He would drag her out of the chair to get her on the potty chair, and then clean her up before getting her back in her chair.

It would take Daddy about an hour to get her in the shower, get her nice and clean, dry, and dressed.

He was madly in love with her.

About two years ago she was in the Hospital, and she was ready to die.  She looked me in the eyes and said, "Andy, I want to die, but your Daddy just won't let me!"  And, she was right.  He was determined that he was going to make her get better...get back up and walk...get back up and get in to life again.

Without rambling on and on with stories, I will tell y'all that he failed.  Mom was just not gonna get better.  Her heart was weak, and it finally gave out, even after Pacemaker surgery, and Home Health, and Physical Therapy.  She was ready to go, and I was happy for her.  In the last few days before she died, Mom was describing the things that she was seeing...Indian Tribes with lots of women, and children around a fire...she told me I had a Black Bird on my nose.  I asked if it could be a mosquito.  She said, "No!  It's a Black Bird...swat it away!"

I did, and she was happy.

The night that Mom died a lot went on, but the thing that I will always remember is that when we were all getting ready to leave the Hospital, Daddy said he needed to go back in the room to make sure that he hadn't left anything in there.  My Big Sis and I acted like we weren't watching, but we did.  Daddy halfway looked around the room for stuff, and then he walked over to Mom, gave her a last kiss, and said something.  I'm not sure what he said.  I didn't ask.

My Daddy was the strongest 83 year old man I've ever seen.  He was a HOSS!   He could pick heavy stuff up, get around, take care of their massive house and property, cook, clean, get Mom in and out of their car for Doctor appointments, and back home and make her comfortable.

A week or so after her death, a Memorial Service was held for Mom.  Daddy didn't really want a Preacher to do it.  He wanted us 4 kids to speak.  I don't think any of us really wanted to, but because Daddy wanted us to we did.  And, it was an amazing time.  Daddy was right, as it was good for us all.  Too many stories from the day, but Daddy was on his feet for over an hour receiving guests, visiting with those coming to console, and then seemingly just fine for a few hours afterward at the Family Dinner at Big Sis' house.

About a week later he couldn't stand up on his own, and 10 days later he was in the Hospital.  Every possible scan, and test was done.  The Neurosurgeon couldn't figure it out.  The Radiologist couldn't figure it out.  He was just in tremendous pain, and immobile.

But still so sweet, and thanking everyone for everything they were doing for him.

Finally we got the word.  Daddy had extremely advanced Multiple Myeloma.  The very fine Doctor, Dr. Royal Becker (who I will always be grateful to for his love, and care for Dad, and us) notified us that Daddy had probably had this for several years, and it was so advanced that there was no way to treat it.  When I heard bone marrow cancer, I was ready to let Daddy go.  Pam's Dad died with the same thing, and we watched the hell that it is on the body...and all those trying to care for them.

The thing that amazed EVERYONE is that Daddy had been able to function so long at the level that he did, taking care of Mom.  Dr. Becker, nurses, and really everyone with any knowledge of this disease just could not believe that he had been able to push through the pain to keep going.

Daddy was a HOSS.

The morning of the day that Daddy died my older brother Chip, and I were in his Hospital room.  Every once in a while, Daddy would lift his left hand, and point right straight up to the ceiling.  Then a couple of minutes later he would raise both hands up toward Heaven.  Then the cycle would repeat.

Later on in the day, our little brother David (who had driven in from Columbus, OH in his big-rig in about 12 hours) was in the room with Daddy.  Daddy was lifting his right hand, and thumbing his fingers.  David asked him what he was doing.  Daddy said, "I'm trying to see if these flowers are real."  David told him they were, and Daddy smiled.

It was a terribly rainy, gloomy day, and had been for days.  Dr. Royal Becker was in the room with Big Sis Neale, holding her hand as Dad slipped away to Heaven.  The clouds opened up, and a bright beam of sunlight lit up the room.

Daddy was gone.

About two days before Daddy died I could tell he was fading fast, and it didn't seem like a time that you should leave anything not said.  I would always tell him that I love him, and have probably done that a thousand times.  But, before I left the room, I said, "Daddy, I need you to know something.  I need you to know that you are my hero."

He smiled big, and said, "You're mine, too."

That was SO Daddy!  Always about the other person...

Before we left the Hospital after I said to Big Sis that "we sure did get to be orphans quick," I went back in to the room and kissed him one last time.

I don't know what Daddy said to Mom when he last kissed her, but I know what I said to him.

Thank y'all for reading.