You may notice that I "joined" Peegs.com exactly five years ago today. I mean, you probably wouldn't have noticed, but if you read this post, you might glance over there on the left and see that it is the case.
In truth, I've been a member for much longer, since before the move to Rivals. But five years ago today, my life changed forever when my mom called me to tell me my dad had passed away. At some point during the evening, after doing all the talking to real life people I could handled, I decided to sign on for the first time in a while and blow off some steam. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my password to work (I was also really, really drunk), so I had to create a new account. My membership date serves as a perpetual memorial.
I've got my dad's "killer chili" recipe simmering on the stove (along with some black bean queso dip that's my own invention). Uncle Goat will be here shortly. Sister Goat is bringing over some deviled eggs and a nice big bottle of Sapphire. We'll be toasting the old man with his favorite cocktail. Nothing big, just a few family members, some food, some gin and some football. I'm wearing my dad's old IU sweatshirt right now. It fits a lot better than I expected, which probably means I should get my ass on a treadmill.
Anyway, this post isn't to get any sob stories going. We've all dealt with the loss over the past five years. We do these little memorials each October simply as a way to keep good memories fresher in our heads and make sure he stays with us in spirit. But I just wanted to add, if there is an afterlife, may my dad's spirit flit down among the mortals at an opportune time and cause a Cardale Jones fumble. Amen.
In truth, I've been a member for much longer, since before the move to Rivals. But five years ago today, my life changed forever when my mom called me to tell me my dad had passed away. At some point during the evening, after doing all the talking to real life people I could handled, I decided to sign on for the first time in a while and blow off some steam. Unfortunately, I couldn't get my password to work (I was also really, really drunk), so I had to create a new account. My membership date serves as a perpetual memorial.
I've got my dad's "killer chili" recipe simmering on the stove (along with some black bean queso dip that's my own invention). Uncle Goat will be here shortly. Sister Goat is bringing over some deviled eggs and a nice big bottle of Sapphire. We'll be toasting the old man with his favorite cocktail. Nothing big, just a few family members, some food, some gin and some football. I'm wearing my dad's old IU sweatshirt right now. It fits a lot better than I expected, which probably means I should get my ass on a treadmill.
Anyway, this post isn't to get any sob stories going. We've all dealt with the loss over the past five years. We do these little memorials each October simply as a way to keep good memories fresher in our heads and make sure he stays with us in spirit. But I just wanted to add, if there is an afterlife, may my dad's spirit flit down among the mortals at an opportune time and cause a Cardale Jones fumble. Amen.
