It took a Thomson High School student to help me look back a little at my own high school career last week.
Taylor Carrington, who I've seemed to run into at both Thomson High and Briarwood on each visit in recent weeks, seemed to think I spent more time at THS than he did.
Actually I feel like I spend more time at Thomson High now than I did when I was a student there.
I know this will surprise a lot of people, but I had a slight problem getting to school on time. I wasn't very late. Back when the first period of the day was 15 minutes of homeroom, I would show up for a fraction of it. (Luckily, I had a great homeroom teacher who was very understanding of my plight.)
I also found a way to slip away from class at each opportunity, usually using the school newspaper as an excuses.
The best part was, I only got detention one time for my class transgressions. Thankfully -- I'm assuming here -- the statute of high school limitations has long since expired. Sitting in detention now would be more than just a little uncomfortable.
But I do enjoy my trips back, whether it is to take pictures of the students getting ready for "Anything Goes" or working with the staff of The Bulldog Bark.
But the best part -- much like my first go-around -- is my hug from "Mama Joyce" on every visit. That makes the every visit worthwhile.
With the Georgia Bulldogs' season over, my wife has latched on to a new bandwagon.
She's had a black, blue and white transfusion.
The Carolina Panthers have scratched their way into her heart.
And she's just as "dedicated" -- and vocal -- for the Cats as she was her Dawgs. (Unless the Panthers are playing the Falcons, of course.)
She contorts, claps, laughs, yells as if war was underway between the hedges. Instead, the clash is in Carolina. Or Philadelphia. Or Houston in two weeks.
In her adopted, during-the-week home of Charlotte, the Panthers are world beaters. The city came together last week for a pep rally and the city's mayor has had mini-bets -- a barbecue gift basket here, a jersey there -- on the outcomes of games.
I'm betting on something more obvious: I've lost my wife to pigskin.
As she explains it: "I wasn't raised watching football, so I'm making up for lost time now."
I guess I can take solace in the fact that it'll all be over soon enough with the Super Bowl at the end of the month.
Then again, NASCAR's season's will be up and running by then so I'll be a racing widower for the rest of the year. I never thought I'd be looking so forward to the start of college football season.