Mississippians love their books. They have to, what with being
the state known for Faulkner, Welty, Tennessee Williams, John Grisham,
and others. Planet readers were astonishingly literate and one of our
constants was our book section. We did small book reviews and had lists
of regular book signings, and every now and then I'd do a book review
(we had an editor and several freelancers who loved to do them). This
was just one of my favorites.
I’m sitting on the couch,
watching Olympic event after Olympic event and nearly drooling at the
opportunity to watch my Chiefs smack around the Rams on preseason Monday Night Football
(by the time this sees print, I’ll find out if I was right). I’ve made
no secret of my love of sports, or of the fact that Kansas City football
and baseball are imprinted on my soul. I’m also a New England Patriots
fan – many moons in Maine caused me to adopt them, but they are a
distant second compared to my beloved Arrowhead Stadium roughnecks. I’m a
half-assed Ole Miss fan, simply because I went to a cow college in a
neighboring state, one in which the football team found mediocrity
something to strive for. I once screamed so loud and so long – at a high
school football game – that I broke my voice.
Put simply, I’m a sports fan.
