Been too long on the road. Is that the name of an old song, a poem, a story or just a dream? For me, it is none of the above. It is true.
After weekends in hotels on the Florida line and in Kentucky, I found myself on the road again this past weekend. On the road again. Now I know that is the name of an old song.
I left school on Friday afternoon and without even going home Pam and I headed straight to Sandersville. Straight to Sandersville? I didn't want to risk going home and sitting down only to fall off into a deep sleep and miss the big game.
The Thomson Bulldogs ran into a mighty tough bunch of Golden Hawks Friday night. Coaching, playing, prior competition nor officiating cost Thomson this game. Washington County had the better football team. They were equally as strong and physical as Thomson and at least on the line of scrimmage, I thought they were just a tad quicker.
Their deployment of a tight 5-3 defense was perfect to slow down the Bulldogs' running game. I will say that if the pass interception that Thomson returned for a touchdown in the first quarter had stood, the game likely would have been tight well into the fourth quarter. If Washington County had been forced to play from behind it may have tested their patience a bit.
By the way, I heard Coach Mark Daniel say that the video showed the call against Thomson to be legitimate. Washington County also had a touchdown called back.
I gave Pam and Ashley written directions on how to get from Sandersville to Millen so they could visit Pam's mom for the weekend. Have you ever traveled from Sandersville to Millen? You have to go through Riddleville, Bartow, Wadley and Midville to get there. Man, what a tour!
I left the game in a hurry because I told Wesley I would meet him in Madison at 10:30 so we could head toward the loveliest village on the plain, Auburn, Ala. When I got to the car I was blocked in and fought the urge not to go into a tizzy. When I finally got started it was past 9:30 and I took off through Warthen, Sparta and Siloam. That's a lonely dark road when you're traveling alone.
It was dead on 10:45 when I pulled into Madison, and, of course, Wesley was not there like I told him. That's why I told him to be there at 10 p.m. but that didn't work either. I can't imagine what would have delayed him leaving Athens on a Friday night. He said he was detained in the drive-in line at Wendys.
We pulled into a cheap hotel in Newnan sometimes past midnight. The beds were like concrete, but we weren't likely to sleep much anyway. There was plenty of hot water so that's about all I could ask for on my budget for this third straight Georgia road game. When I awoke at 5:30 Saturday morning I asked myself if I was crazy. I already knew what the answer was, so I got up, showered and donned my red and black.
We pulled into Auburn before 9 a.m. EST and Wesley immediately asked his routine question anytime we cross into Alabama, "Are we going to change our watches?"
My usual reply was, "Heck no, I'm headed back to Georgia as soon as this game is over so I'm stayin' on Georgia time." Wesley never cares what time it is but he always asks that question even though he knows what my answer will be.
When The Georgia-Auburn game started to unfold, I didn't really know what to make of it. We were there to meet the busses before the game and greet Danny Verdun-Wheeler, so I knew these were the same coaches and players that had stumbled through the season so far. Were they really thrashing the fifth ranked team in America on their home field? Yes, they were.
Wesley and I joyfully loaded up just a little damp and headed back up I-85. He quickly dozed off to sleep, and I thought he really deserved it. While I drove home, I thought about Sandersville, Riddleville, Bartow, Wadley, Midville, Millen, Warthen, Sparta, Siloam, Madison and Newnan. I'll bet those lovely little villages were full of happy Georgia Bulldog fans tonight. As for me, I was glad that I went to the trouble to go to Auburn, and I danged sure knew why was I was still crazy.