After last weekend, I'm pretty sure I know what Tony Cannon and his bandmates are talking about: I am up to my neck in red. Both literally and figuratively.
First, the figurative part. Miriam and I have invested in a spa behind our home. It was a tough decision - it took us 10 minutes in Target to decide whether to buy one or two of the oversized, inflatable kiddie pools. (We ended up buying two - just in case the first one couldn't handle the weight.) So, $16 later, we were on the way home and had picked the perfect spot on the back deck.
So, picture this, Miriam and I lounging on the back deck in an inflatable pool. Up to my neck in red? Heck, I'm probably drowning in it.
Which leads me to the literal part. Apparently we spent a little too much time in the sun Saturday. My chest and stomach are scorched - and with a belly like mine, that's dang near a crisis situation.
But it didn't bother me until Monday morning. For some reason, that's when the itching set in. Being the son of a pharmacist, I knew what to do: Call Dad. His suggestion was Benadryl.
Two hours later, the words on my laptop were starting to criss-cross. But I wasn't itching. Or awake.
By Monday night, it was back, inducing a fit that still has my wife a little freaked out. Between the spastic shower and scratching, she's still keeping her distance from me.
And, for the record, I'm not nearly as cute a lobster as my wife. Nor do I deal with sunburn as well.
But, hey, I've always been a whiny guy.
So let me whine some more.
It's too dadgum hot to be doing anything outside.
Especially playing football.
On my way to Briarwood Friday night, I glanced over at the thermometer at First National Bank and it was 89 degrees. At 7:10 p.m.
What ever happened to the good old days, when you actually had to bundle up to watch football games? I remember wearing an overcoat and gloves to the 2002 state championship game at The Brickyard. Last year, I don't think I ever even needed a pullover.
Just this week in Elbert County, one of the refs couldn't hack it. Late in the fourth quarter, he was overcome.
And who can forget Cephus Jones, who missed all of last year because of heat issues.
It's not worth it - and someone in the Georgia High School Association should take notice. They allowed the season to start this early, they have the power to change it back.
And they should. Before someone else doesn't make it through the summer heat.
This week kicks off our weekly recognition of standout players from Thomson High School and Briarwood Academy. We've partnered with Captain D's this year, and they've really stepped up to the plate.
Each Player of the Week will receive a gift pack and free food from the restaurant, and Capt. D's will put the players' names on their sign.