January 26 - “Discombobulated”

OK. Before I get started telling about my day, I have to record the absolute best surprise I have ever had in watching a movie. We were watching an old romantic comedy on Freeform Channel. Name was “Sweet Home Alabama.”  

We were sufficiently caught up in a dramatic scene when I let out a rather loud “Whoop!”  What should appear on the screen but a sign that we had actually seen in person. Not one anyone would expect, though. See, we saw it in a rather off-the-beaten-track location. 

Ready for this one? “Coon Dog Cemetery “! Yep. Same sign. And the characters walked around in the cemetery. Almost perfect reproduction. How did I know it was a reproduction? There were houses in the background. When we went to the real thing, there was no sign of civilization.  Anywhere. But, hey. Nice job on the realism, there, movie makers. I was impressed. 

OK. On to the day’s key event. We spent our fine Saturday morning inside. Actually it was cloudy and overall yucky. Chris worked on her quilt and I worked on a new jigsaw puzzle. Like I said … “Fine.”

Then we had some lunch and shifted gears. Had to get fired up for football! No, not on TV. Yesterday was college basketball day, anyway. There were a few really exciting games, too. Baylor beat Utah. Then University of Houston bested Kansas in Kansas in double overtime. Then Tennessee almost knocked off number one Auburn. But enough of that. 

We bundled up and hit the road for a game of our own. Ezra had a football game at Victory Lakes Intermediate School. Not against a bunch of junior high kids. I just wanted to say “Victory Lakes Intermediate School.” Sounds kinda intimidating. 

The game didn’t turn out like we hoped. Bad guys won this one. But the biggest issue was … it was cold. And wet. The temperature read 60 degrees. Felt more like 30. Miserable. 

Oh! There was one high point in the game. The opposition had the ball and lined up for the snap. When from somewhere in the clouds a voice resounded, “Hut!”  The center hiked the ball. The QB received it. But that’s as far as it got. The QB started crying and pointing to the defensive secondary. Yep. The signal was not given by the QB, but instead came from one of the defenders. His name may or may not have started with E and ended with A and had some combination of Z and R in between. 

Now technically, that’s not allowed. And the coach immediately demanded a penalty be called. But the ref was well-versed in the rules … of baseball. A heated argument ensued between the two, and the ref’s bottom line? “It’s just like in baseball when the defense yells, ‘Hey, Batter, Batter, Better!”  Hmm. That’s even frowned upon in Little League nowadays. And apparently it’s a penalty in the NFL. Not sure why the coach made such a big deal about it, though. They were ahead by two touchdowns. 

Oh. And that kid who discombobulated the coach and quarterback? He beamed. 

‭‭Luke‬ ‭12‬:‭15‬ says, He then told them, “Watch out and be on guard against all greed because one’s life is not in the abundance of his possessions.”

Father, thank you for keeping the youngsters safe on the field. Help them (and us!) to stay warm today. Amen.