with Green Memphis beating not (yet) green MSU?

woke me to check the score of the game. He lives in another state and was at some outside gathering.

It was half time and I read him the score as it scrolled by. We assumed my eyes were tired and insane so I got closer to see it the next time. Still 20-50.

Then we assumed whoever puts numbers up had made a mistake and they hadn't caught it yet. I went to the computer. Still 20-50.
It at least made him feel better about missing the game. But 20-50?

A change of subject but as long as I am here and my son came up...while all my great-grandparents had died before I was born my son had 4 great grandparents living. All of my grandparents were alive into my son's childhood, he still had 3 as he entered his teens. Then he lost one grandpa in a car and another to old age (97).
The last one's passing made for a dramatic story. She was in her late 90's and had been very healthy until the last couple years when she started quickly fading, well mostly in her mind.  She smiled and watched and seemed happy but didn't talk much or reverted to Italian. When my son came into town and visited her she'd sort of "awaken", her eyes would sparkle, she'd pat his face and she'd talk like the Italian grandma she was. Had he eaten, was he hungry? When she'd quit eating she would eat for him as long as he would eat to.

She died just days before his wedding. They scheduled the funeral for the same day so a day of dual emotions. I'd have been happy for her, I knew she was ready...but he was so heartbroken that my heart broke to.
His almost wife had been one of those nervous brides to be, had lost all sense of humor, worried about everything being perfect but you wouldn't know it that day. She was so there for him. She barely knew my grandmother and he told her just to do all her wedding day plans that morning but at the funeral mass everyone saw this beautiful lady in black come in alone and sit in the empty pew behind the pallbearers, I heard about that later.
I didn't see her until I saw my silently weeping son turn around when she tapped him on the shoulder. I will never forget his face when he turned and saw her, it was like a distressed baby given a pacifier and the expression changes from angst to ease. He lipped to sit beside her and she simply enfolded him in love. I absolutely fell in love with her.
After the funeral she asked him if it would be too hard to have my sister sing the Ave Maria at the wedding since she sang it at the funeral. He told her it was already on the program and he didn't want things ruined for her, didn't want crisis on her wedding day.
She stood tall, held his shoulders and looked him in the eye and she didn't care about anything like that, she loved him. Then she said "Look I'm Irish, you're Italian. If there wasn't crisis it could never work"
He laughed and they were in each others arms.
Did I mention I am crazy about her?
The day was better than this sounds. It was almost like that raw emotion had opened hearts and love just filled that church during the wedding, it was palpable. Even people who knew nothing about the death or funeral commented on never having felt something like it. Some confessed they hated weddings but wouldn't have missed whatever that feeling was for the world.
The wedding was healing for those who lost my grandmother too, her sons and daughters...it was like grief was transmuted into a certain joy.

Still I wouldn't recommend this.