How many football rivalries get their own home page? It's this Saturday, and I'll have my traditional pot of blackeyed peas on the stove. How did that begin? Can't remember.
I was a Navy brat who joined the Army. My dad's brothers, all Army, loved it. My mom hated it. But here I remain, still rooting for Navy, the triumph of childhood over adult experience, I suppose. Or maybe it doesn't matter who wins any more. It's the last "old school" football game on the planet, maybe. No jerks on the field here -- unless you want to get court-martialed ha ha.
The Navy goat |
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