Cat fever is upon us and it has started in July. Although Matt is off covering the Nike camps in Indianapolis, I think the real story came to me during one of my weekly visits to my local watering holes. While standing at the urinal in Mcarthy’s, I hear the all to familiar “whoooooaa C A T S, Cats, Cats, Cats”. While it is commonplace to hear our battle cry ring out over the crowds at the CNN Food Court in Atlanta, or Roberts in Nashville, I was at a loss for words when this unusually cool July night brought me a war cry from afar. I slumbered from the bathroom to see a not to distant picture of myself. There sat a group of better than average size men wearing polo shirts and drinking beer by the pitcher. Yes, a group of men that will spend twice as much on tailgating and booze as they do their tickets. A group of men that care more about the Maker’s that’s taped to their leg than they do about seeing the kickoff. The Kentucky Football fan is alive and he is ready stumble down Nicholasville Road towards a season that has all the certainty of TurkeyHunter’s free clinic visits. I’m ready and waiting for these days to pass so I can rejoin my brethren in hazy jubilee.
Enough of the glimpse into the fall, pictures and reports to come from the camps at Indianapolis.