DogFight Summer Games were Friday. Second summer school session is well underway.
In just a little over a couple of weeks in early August, Fall practice starts. And any college player who is serious is already on campus pumping iron in the DAC and doing sprints in the hot sun on the turf of The Joe. Preparation is already in full throttle for the serious participants. Any freshman worth a damn is already there.....being motivated by Kurt Hester who runs the team this time of year until the NCAA rules permit the other coaches to re-engage.
The month of August will go fast....and Labor Day Weekend for the first slate of games to start the season will be right around the corner.
The fever Friday night reminds us football is around the corner. I've always liked how Bear Bryant opened his first aTm pep rally . . . .:
".... That first night in Aggieland, Bryant wore a dark flannel suit with cuffed pants. A dab of Brylcreem mixed with his dark curls. Walking slowly to the front of the stage, he could see rows and rows of cadets far into the darkness. The army ROTC boys wore olive shirts with black ties, and the air force ROTC boys had donned dark shirts with green ties. Several flags signifying the colors of the squadrons and the companies were held aloft, and for a time Bryant could feel himself drifting back to his own naval days on the USS Uruguay, sailing to North Africa during World War II.
"The torchlights created strange flickering flames that cast long and jerky shadows. Suddenly the adrenaline kicked in and his charisma bubbled to the surface. Bryant ripped off his suit coat and glared at the crowd like a man ready for a back-alley fight. He slammed the expensive fabric down on the stage and stomped it with both shoes. Whipping off his tie, he twirled it above his head and threw it down. He kicked and stomped the tie like a menacing rattlesnake and then danced around it. He mimicked the yell leaders by rolling up his sleeves almost to the elbows. Then he cradled the silver microphone in both hands and waited for the silence.
"Boys," he drawled deeply and resonantly and then paused. "It's time to win some damn football games......"
In just a little over a couple of weeks in early August, Fall practice starts. And any college player who is serious is already on campus pumping iron in the DAC and doing sprints in the hot sun on the turf of The Joe. Preparation is already in full throttle for the serious participants. Any freshman worth a damn is already there.....being motivated by Kurt Hester who runs the team this time of year until the NCAA rules permit the other coaches to re-engage.
The month of August will go fast....and Labor Day Weekend for the first slate of games to start the season will be right around the corner.
The fever Friday night reminds us football is around the corner. I've always liked how Bear Bryant opened his first aTm pep rally . . . .:
".... That first night in Aggieland, Bryant wore a dark flannel suit with cuffed pants. A dab of Brylcreem mixed with his dark curls. Walking slowly to the front of the stage, he could see rows and rows of cadets far into the darkness. The army ROTC boys wore olive shirts with black ties, and the air force ROTC boys had donned dark shirts with green ties. Several flags signifying the colors of the squadrons and the companies were held aloft, and for a time Bryant could feel himself drifting back to his own naval days on the USS Uruguay, sailing to North Africa during World War II.
"The torchlights created strange flickering flames that cast long and jerky shadows. Suddenly the adrenaline kicked in and his charisma bubbled to the surface. Bryant ripped off his suit coat and glared at the crowd like a man ready for a back-alley fight. He slammed the expensive fabric down on the stage and stomped it with both shoes. Whipping off his tie, he twirled it above his head and threw it down. He kicked and stomped the tie like a menacing rattlesnake and then danced around it. He mimicked the yell leaders by rolling up his sleeves almost to the elbows. Then he cradled the silver microphone in both hands and waited for the silence.
"Boys," he drawled deeply and resonantly and then paused. "It's time to win some damn football games......"
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