They call me "Pete"

Lately we have had several conversations about what Hayes should call Libba and I.

We have gone through all of the obvious choices, you know the ones, and I have stated that I think we should let him be the one to decide. Well that might work if anyone would be patient enough for it to happen but we doubt that they will.

I started thinking about names and nickname that I have been called, some of them not flattering, and really don't think that any of them are appropriate for a young man to call his mother's father.

There is a man on my job in Heflin that calls me "Pete". I bet you wonder why. I have not a clue.

One day he called me Pete and I asked if he knew my name and he said "Yeah, Wayne, but you look like a Pete to me".

In the not too far off future Hayes will look at Libba and I and decide what we look like to him. There are many things that would be acceptable to me but I have to tell you, I hope that I don't look like a "Pete".

This has brought me back to my Blog!

I just watched the Lame Kiffin Show. Don't tell me that I misspelled his name, that is his name.

Bitch, bitch, bitch.

The way he got such a good looking wife is that he must do her hair for free. Or he decorates.

TV Guy: Coach why did you kick instead of running another play?

Lame: Well the way that the Refs have been calling the game, I could not take a chance that they would call a penalty that would put us out of range. Or we might have thrown an interception. I could not believe anything good would happen. And Cody took his helmet off. Our kicker does not suck, Cody took his helmet off.

Grow a set. You play this game and every game, like life. You play to win, you don't play to not lose.

Come to think of it, didn't Fat Phil whine? Maybe it is a Tennessee thing.