Is it childish to get on a football site like this and pour your heart out, like I do?
Well, it is child-LIKE. To think that anybody in this life can spend it like a stuffed shirt -- THAT is childish.
The most well-rounded people are those who understand that there is a time and place for everything. (I'm not sure I always do.) Are you going to wear a Bama jersey with a '12' on it to the most important job interview of your life?
This fall over 100,000 people are going to crowd together at Bryant-Denny Stadium, and they are going to scream their lungs out when Mark Ingram scores a long touchdown. They every one will be "in the child," to use 'Transactional Analysis' terminology.
One of the greatest people I have ever known is my former college roommate at Howard College, Wayne Atcheson. Ray Perkins brought him from Old Dominion as SID at Alabama. After Perkins left, Wayne worked for Tide Pride several years. Wayne, last I heard, is head librarian for the Billy Graham library in North Carolina.
One of the several articles Wayne wrote while at Alabama was one in which he documented the fact that the dress at Alabama football games had moved more and more 'down,' away from the white shirt and tie that was worn during the sixties when Bryant himself sort of set the standard.
Wayne got me two tickets for the 1993 Sugar Bowl. Since I lived in New Orleans, I was used to seeing people in flip-flops and bermuda shorts at Saints games. My son and I simply dressed as if we were going out for a regular, ordinary evening in New Orleans. In fact, we had already dressed that way weeks earlier, when Alabama played Tulane, also in the Superdome.
When we got to our Superdome seats on that balmy day in January, though, we found that we were in the midst of Baptists, all of whom were dressed up in their Sunday best. (We were located directly caticornered from the steal of the ball from the Miami runner at the other end of the field.) The two most prominent Baptist pastors in Tuscaloosa were seated to my son's immediate right, and to my immediate left was an executive of the Alabama Baptist Convention. Behind us was Wayne and his family.
I have always felt, well, childish, about this. If I had had any sense, I would have dressed better for that game. Every time we all stood up and cheered, I felt a little silly.