First let me start by saying that I am not the only one who gets to take weekends away. Grant has actually had two weekends of boy time this summer and his most recent trip made us both cry. First stop was after a 6 hour drive on Thursday night he arrived in Fairhope, AL. Stephenie was on a vacation herself so it was just Grant and Anthony on Thursday and Friday. You'll never guess what they did the entire time...golfed, yes I know that there was no surprise there.
Friday night Blacky arrived and off to Baton Rouge he and Grant went. I wasn't there, but I am going to assume after a mass amount of alcohol consumption they finally made it to the game. As you all know Grant and I bleed orange and white which poses a problem since we live so close to the swamp, but we survive. I'm not going to get into the details of the game, but the Vols and their ability to count officially broke our hearts and then the boys went home. All I can say is thank goodness I didn't go, because at least now I know I'm not the kiss of death when it comes to away games. Maybe Blacky is the problem...
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