Football … friend or foe?
In the South, the nod goes to “friend.”
At 64, I would consider myself a mild to moderate football fan. But I continue to be amazed at how much the sport permeates our Southern culture — whether we like it or not.
I remember doodling power-T helmets on notebook paper when I was 10 years old. That was in 1968, a year that Oklahoma beat Tennessee in the Orange Bowl. I mourned the loss. Funny how heartaches stick.
I used to nervously wrap the fringe from a couch pillow around one of my index fingers while listening to Tennessee games on the radio. It cut off the blood flow to my fingertip until it looked like a swollen grape.