I don't know if you saw the story today about the man who's set to be the oldest college football player in history, but when I did---I laughed. You see, when I originally clicked the link, I was just interested in the headline. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that this is happening in the tiny town I grew up in...the one where I was visiting just a few days ago for my 20 year high school reunion...the university where my dad taught and where I earned both my teaching certificate and Master's Degree. And see the photo AP is using? My mom took it, fer cryin' out loud (although no one is sure how the larger media got their hands on it). She is retiring at the end of next week from 25 years working in news and publications, but is definitely having a good time with this last big story. (I just called to ask her if she was going to play football, too.) She said the phone was ringing off the hook today---CBS, ABC, ESPN...and one call she answered was from the Ellen De Generes show.
My mother was full of all manner of inside information. They tried to keep the story quiet. There are bunches of e-mails flying around between people who went to school with the guy (when he was first at the university). How she's off to photograph him again at the scrimmages on Saturday, as one of her last official duties.
I guess one is never too old to be beneath the Friday Night Lights (or in the case of college: Saturday). I love it.