If this were fall, there'd be a game tonight. I remember going to one Huntsville game vividly because Mike Leary had brought a pear to eat. I was sitting with him on the bus, and he was tossing the pear into the air. I made a grab for it and knocked it out the window. Why do I remember things like that, when I can barely remember my own kids' birthdays?
I never knew who came up with the slogans for the football ribbons, and I don't remember many that were this fancy.
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