James O. Born
This particular blog revolves around my experiences at the BCS National Championship, but is not about football. For some time I've been under pressure by my blogmates to post more often. I intend to start a series on how to write a novel, which I have discussed at length with Patty Smiley. But I wanted to get one last post that was at least tangentially related to sports.
My son, John, and I, made the long trip to Southern California last week and spent most of Monday in lovely Pasadena. The three pictures and video should give you an indication of how we spent the day. I will say that being a sports fan, and a father, and a Florida State alum came into perfect alignment Monday night. There are few men in the history of the world that could claim to have had such a lucky night.
As to the video, the conversation leading up to it will be etched into my brain for all time. The young man to my left told me what was going to happen. With a slight sway due to a day spent at tailgate partie, he looked up at me near the end of the game and said in a very polite tone, "Sir, if we win this game, I'm going to kiss you." Please keep in mind that we had almost no interaction prior to the statement (and I'm a little bit of a germ-a-phobe). After the final Florida State score, when Auburn had one last chance to pull out another miracle, the young man turned to me again and in a solemn voice said, "Sir, prepare to be kissed."
That capped one of the greatest nights anyone has ever spent in Pasadena, California.
John and I ran into the Governor and first lady of Florida. The Governor looked at John's retro garb and said, "Nice pants."
The Auburn fans are great. G-R-E-A-T! Here we are showing our mutual respect before the game was decided.
At the moment of truth and after the kiss.
I can never shave again.