The McDuffie Mirror

Top Stories
Subscribe Today!
Quick Hits
    · Home
· Subscribe
· Contact Us
· Archive
· Subscribe
    · News
· Business
· Opinion
· Schools
    · Sports
    · Community
· Obituaries
· Weddings
· Engagements
· Births
· Anniversaries
· Submit Event

· Search Legal Ads

E-mail this story Printer-friendly version

Southern Eyes

I have always considered myself a Georgia girl. After all, I was born in Augusta, now live in Thomson, and have never lived anywhere else. So I don't know how I managed to make a mistake about our beloved University of Georgia Bulldogs in a story I wrote last week. As is usually the case, it was my own teenager who pointed out my mistake (with a roll of his eyes, of course.) In a story I wrote about the Thomson High School black-out, I incorrectly compared the THS black-out to UGA black-out games against Florida, Hawaii and Alabama. Mr. 19-year-old-I-Know-More-About-Sports-Than-You set me straight that there has never been a black-out against Florida. It was against Auburn. I owe an apology to the Bulldog Nation, along with much gratitude for not giving me a hard time about it. (I wish I could say the same about my son, who continues to marvel at my lack of knowledge on football details of the past, and discusses them at great length with anyone who will listen, which consists of other teenagers, who likewise roll their eyes and shake their heads and sympathize with him about having such an ignorant mother). (Complaints about run-on sentences can be made to my editor and publisher, Jason Smith at

The black-out game for Thomson turned out to be a little disappointing. Not only because it was a loss, but because we received a down-pour of rain similar to what Noah probably received, except it was all in one night. So, everyone had to cover their black shirts with rain coats and umbrellas of many bright colors. Unfortunately, my raincoat is green. Again, Mr. 19-year-old-Son had to make another point as I was walking out the door to the football game Friday night. "Aren't Buford's colors green and gold?" he asked when I donned my coat. "Are you going to actually stand on the sidelines of the Thomson Bulldogs wearing a green coat?" And I did just that. But I think it was raining so hard that no one noticed. And what wasn't covered by my green raincoat ended up being covered by red Georgia mud by the time the night was over. I can't think of one single person that has to regularly step out on that Brickyard field who will be sorry when we get a new field with proper drainage. No one will roll their eyes, that's for sure.

I do appreciate all the homecoming candidates' wonderful attitudes during the game. The girls continued to smile and crack jokes about their high heels in the mud and their wet hair. It was still their night to shine. I'm sure their fathers were a little disappointed. They couldn't enjoy the great seats in the end-zone because of the weather. One consolation, they got to still wear black. Even if it was a dry-clean-only suit in the rain.

Web posted on Thursday, October 23, 2008

© 2011 The McDuffie Mirror. Contact the .
View our .