TOUCHDOWN KENTUCKY!!!

Once a Wildcat, always a Wildcat.

When I was a kid, I found it a little funny that my dad thought of Pat Riley, first and foremost, as an alumnus of the famous Rupp's Runts team, even at the height of Pat's slicked-back Lakers glory.  Even though we were a UK household, it just seemed a little old-fashioned or something.  Fast forward a couple decades, and I'm following in Daddy's footsteps.  I broke down this year's NBA Playoffs with statements like "Well, the Heat have Magloire, who's my boy.  On the other hand, they have D-Wade whom I respect as a player but I haven't forgiven for 2003." or "I've gotta cheer for the Thunder; I always thought Nazr had more talent than Tubby got out of him.", or my personal favorite "Does Bogans negate Noah?"  It was more than little psychotic, but it reinforced the point my daddy made thirty years ago: We're UK people.  For a lifetime.

Now, I'm not a huge professional sports fan.  I'll watch NBA games around the Playoffs, but  generally find professional play to be way too slick and packaged.  And I've tried and tried to watch NFL, but I just can't muster any passion for pro football.  I don't have a strong allegiance to the Bengals, although so many Kentuckians consider them our local team. I've tried to pick a team to follow, but I find my attention wandering as my beau and my dogs spend their Sundays (and Monday nights) glued to the TV.  This year, my allegiance was picked for me.  A team whose roster includes two of our boys -- one a testament to perseverance, the other a superstar?  This is me, y'all.  Jumping on the Packers Bandwagon.

All of this is really just a fancy way of saying...

TOUCHDOWN KENTUCKY!!!! 

Go Cats... Uh, I mean Pack!

-- HCW