That great cheer you'll hear Friday night in Thomson may have nothing to do with the first scrimmage of the season for the Thomson Bulldogs.
It could be the collective celebration of local parents marking the first day of school - and the addition of a few afternoons alone.
The first school bell of the year will tone Friday morning for most McDuffie students - a sound I dreaded hearing for years. (Not that it made me get to school on time, but that's a story for Joyce Shurling and Lisa Cody to tell...)
For the record, the inevitable comes 24 hours earlier for Briarwood's students. Poor kids.
But just before the school year kicks off, I checked one more item off my life's "to-do" list. I took some time Tuesday to play golf at Champions Retreat in Columbia County. The course features three nine-hole layouts designed by golf legends Jack Nicklaus, Gary Player and Arnold Palmer.
I covered the course from it's beginnings - back when the development was on paper and the acres were largely untouched. It was wonderful to see the course at fruition during Tuesday's American Cancer Society tournament. Now, I've just got to figure out how to get back out there and play again.
Is it just me or does this summer seem the worst in years? I know it's always hot in July and August in Georgia, but this year's heat seems to just drain you of all of your energy.
This is the first summer I can remember that my father hasn't spent most of his afternoons in the yard working on his plants. It's just too hot, he says.
As for me, I've always been lazy. The heat just provides the perfect excuse to stay indoors on the couch.
And while I'm on the subject of weather, did I miss spring this year?
I vaguely remember winter - you know, that season that spurred the ice storm that bombarded my house with pine limbs - but it felt like it went from freezing to sweltering overnight.
Since the summer heat has been accompanied by inches and inches of rain, I spent an inordinate amount of time watching television over the wet weekend.
Never let it be said television is all evil. It helped me understand one of the mysteries of life: If there's something that ails you, your pet or your house, there's an infomercial for it. This product removes all traces of pet urine. Another product promises it can clean anything. This guy can teach anyone math. And Ron Popiel has anything you need - from a juice maker to a jerky maker (cause nothing goes together like jerky and juice, or is that gin and juice? Nevermind.)
But here's the part that scares me the most: Someone, somewhere is responding to these things. I'd like to meet the person that really thinks a device will "massage" away the cellulite. Then again, I'd rather not meet them. I've got enough crazy people in my life.