Seeing Random Red

Ron Burgundy and I went to a football game this weekend at the college where our "baby" is the head athletic trainer. The game wasn't pretty (as in, they lost badly) but it's always fun to see your kid work. To see those hard-earned college dollars that put you in the red, actually come to fruition, like wearing a red shirt and mopping up red blood.

How appropriate.

I came to the conclusion that this kid excelled in the course "1001 Ways to Be an Athletic Trainer Using your Mouth and Teeth." Apparently he forgot about our sizable investment in orthodontia back in high school. (Sorry for the ultra-grainy zoomed video)

1. You fill a bag with ice and suck the air out so it's easier to mold around a traumatized joint

2. You rip open a gauze pack with your teeth because your gloved hand is contaminated and who can rip paper with one hand?

3. You talk a lot, drink a lot of water, and carry a ginormous man bag (fortunately, not in your teeth).

4. You have never been able to kick that jock habit of chewing and spitting sunflower seeds.

(I'm sparing you the video - the spit was gross)

5. You show your pearly whites to the camera, while hugging your maw (who needs a haircut).

(And new tennis shoes).

To cap off the Labor Day weekend, I rode through the formerly verdant trails this beautiful fall afternoon and saw more red than I've ever seen before.

Except for this guy, who would have terrified me if he let go of his dinner long enough to fly my way.
Our Lord paints with a brilliant brush, doesn't He?

Tea tonight: White cantaloupe