Rocky Top in Columbus, Ohio

Although he is an avowed Vanderbilt fan, this fall JP began expressing an interest in going to a Tennessee football game in Neyland Stadium.  In what might be my biggest failure as a parent, I've never taken the boys to a game there.  No real reason other than we've always been so busy with fall sports.  Because JP is such a sports fan, like his old man, it makes sense that he would want to see a football game in Knoxville.  

It's hard to believe what an outsized role Tennessee football played in my life for so many years.  By my count, I had season football tickets for 26 years, the majority of the time under cover in the second deck of the North End Zone after that sections was renovated.  For well over a decade, I sat with Sarge (Jennifer), Corley (Mike), TB (Kristin), and Mark (Elizabeth).  Before and after I began dating and, later, married Jude, my fall weekends were consumed with driving to Knoxville, staying with Sarge (or Jude's parents), tailgating on Saturdays, watching the Vols in Neyland, having dinner or beers at Old College Inn after the game, etc.  I made the drive back and forth to Knoxville on fall weekends a million times or so it seems.

On many fall weekends, I drove with a group to Athens, Georgia, Birmingham (or Tuscaloosa), Alabama, or Auburn, Alabama, to see the Vols play on the road.  So many happy memories of the days before kids or the days when my friends' kids were young and Jude and I had yet have our boys.  I've written about this before but in the fall, it was football, football, football, even more so when the Titans arrived in Nashville.  Often times, I'd pull a double header, watching Tennessee play in Knoxville on a Saturday, then rushing back to Nashville to see the Titans play at Adelphia Coliseum on Sunday.

As he approaches the week long gauntlet of exams - and believe me, it was a gauntlet for him - JP asked if there was any way we could go to see Tennessee play Ohio State in Columbus, Ohio, in the first round of the college football playoff.  I called one of my high school classmates and close friends, Neil Lynch - who lives in Columbus - and everything fell together pretty quickly.  Neil helped with tickets and graciously offered for us to stay at his house, which is 10 minutes or so from campus.  He even dropped us off at the game and picked us up afterwards, at close to midnight.  Now, that's a real friend!

Of course, I enjoyed the travel time with JP.  It's not often, anymore, that I get six hours or so in the car wit him as a captive audience.  It's a great way to try to do a check in and see how he's doing.  Plus, like Joe, JP is a really good hang.  We covered a lot of conversational ground on the drive up and back - school, sports, family, life.  He doesn't talk a lot, of course, so I treasure all of the conversations I have with him about matters of substance.

It was great to see Neil and Cindy.  They stayed up late and made dinner for us Friday night.  JP and I drove over to campus early Saturday morning and braved the cold (below 30 degrees) to watch ESPN's College Game Day, live, and to tour Ohio State's campus on our own.  It's a big campus but surprisingly bucolic, nestled in the trees and with the Oval seeming to be the center of campus life.  I liked Columbus a lot, actually.  

Saturday, for lunch, we went with Neil and Cindy to Katzinger's, a well known Columbus Jewish deli and had an excellent lunch.  Well worth the wait, as the place was packed.  Afterwards, we laid around, watched college football (Penn State-SMU and Texas-Clemson), and relaxed.  The calm before the storm, so to speak.  Then, we donned layers and layers of clothes, including long johns, and headed to Ohio Stadium to brave the 20 degree weather and watch the Vols take on Ohio State along with 102,000 + of our closest friends.

As was written often in the aftermath of a Buckeye bloodletting, Tennessee' fans showed up but the team didn't, as Ohio State pummeled the Vols, 42 - 17.  It was never close, much to the disappointment of the 25,000 or so orange clad Vol fans who made the trek to Columbus for the game.  

In the third quarter, JP turned to me and said, "Dad, the conversion is going to take longer than you planned."  Nodding my head ruefully, I replied, "I know, bud.  I know."  

While the Vols laid an egg and a rather large one at that, I was happy that JP got to see a big-time college football game.  Ohio Stadium was awesome.  So much tradition.  Rabid fans.  Everything that makes college football what it was and, well, what it is at least for a few more years.  I can't help but feel, though, that we're at the end of something, as we adjust to a world with NIL money everywhere and players entering the transfer portal year after year.  If you believe what you read, Ohio State alumni paid 20 million dollars for the current roster and Tennessee alumni paid 10 million dollars for theirs.  That can't be sustainable, right?

JP and I sat in the cold in Ohio Stadium, shivered in the cold, and had an honest to God father-son night, watching football in a stadium neither of us likely ever enters again.  A snapshot moment and a memory I will never forget, for sure. 

It's funny, as JP is set to begin the second half of his sophomore year, I find myself beginning to realize that it's all coming to and end too soon.  By that, I mean, the ability to spend time together on a daily basis, something it's so easy to take for granted when you're raising a child or children.  It seems like my hands-on, fatherly duties will never end, until one day it hits me that he's almost half way through high school.  Soon enough, he will be off to college and it's all over.  

I realize, of course, that our relationship will evolve and I will transition into being a different kind of father.  Still, as a control freak of the worse sort, I am going to have a very hard time letting go, as JP leaves our home and goes off into the world to live his life.  It's making me sad, siting in Dose and finishing my coffee on Christmas Eve's Eve, just thinking about it.

For now, though, I'll enjoy the last minute hustle and bustle of this Christmas, and be thankful for Jude and my two sons at home.  JP, already off for a 7 a.m. run with some of his former (and current) cross country teammates, in town for the holiday, and Joe nestled in bed reading or watching Dude Perfect on his iPod.

Christmas is upon us.  

"Joy to the world, the Lord is come."

More Basketball for Joe

It was a basketball weekend, for sure, for Joe and the rest of us.  In the meantime, JP studied for exams, the first of which was on Friday with the rest this week.  In truth, he probably appreciated having the house to himself for most of the weekend as we drove to Brentwood Academy and Legacy Courts for Joe's basketball games.  

Saturday morning, the glow from Friday's night's USN win over Harding quickly disappeared as Joe's Starts team was absolutely steamrolled by its opponent in a Darius Garland League game.  Although the stop counting baskets with a 20 point lead - which I think is silly - I bet Joe's team lost by at least 40 points, if not more.  

The Stars team is not a good team and, really, is a perfect example of what is wrong with youth sports.  Technically, it's a club team in the sense that the boys have to try out for it and pay to be a part of the Stars' organization.  However, the players - including Joe - are good recreational league level basketball players and there isn't anything wrong with that.  In reality, it's a money grab.

Joe's WNSL team - the Bucket Squad - played in the annual WNSL Christmas tournament at Legacy Courts in Franklin.  It's funny but I'm really going to miss watching these boys play together when it's all over.  They have been together for so long - since they were very young - and played a lot of basketball together over the years.  Fall, Winter, and Summer leagues and tournaments.  3-on-3 tournaments.  

What is really cool to see is that, now, they're at a point where they share the ball so well and so unselfishly.  Every player knows his role.  They're not the best team but they're a very good recreational league basketball team.  And, I'll say it again.  There isn't anything wrong with that.

Joe missed the first tournament game on Saturday morning because of a conflict with the Stars' game at Brentwood Academy.  The afternoon game was a laugher.  Joe's team won by 30 + points against a gross inferior team.  Lose by 40 in the morning and win by 30 in the afternoon.  That's youth basketball.

Yesterday, Joe's team played a closer game against the team they had smoked Saturday afternoon.  At least in the first half, it was close.  In the second half, I stepped in for Thomas to coach because he had to drive his youngest son, Henry, to basketball practice.  I encouraged the boys to focus on getting Cole the ball inside and I implored Cole to shoot it at least five times.  They listened and Cole listened and, suddenly, he had eight points and the offense was running through him, our big man, in the paint.  I wanted Cole to get his confidence back and, at least for a half of a game, he did.  

I was joking with Preston on the bench and we decided to call the Cole post up play "hight tide," after a silly All State Insurance commercial that seems to run non-stop on television during college and pro football games.  It was hilarious to see the boys yelling "high tide," then running a play.   More importantly, they were having fun and playing free of any pressure, which always is good to see.  It was a memorable half of basketball.

In the final game, the boys couldn't hit much early and fell behind to a team they had beaten in a close game the day before.  None of our boys was playing particularly well.  It was close at halftime, then the other team pulled away and built a lead.  Relatively late in the first half, Joe chased a boy down after a steal and grabbed him from behind as he was about to attempt a layup.  Obvious intentional foul.  A bonehead play, although the boy missed both free throws and his team missed a shot or turned it over, so no harm was done.  Joe claims that play galvanize what became a classic Bucket Squad comeback from an eight point deficit but I'm not so that was the case.

Either way, Nash took over the last two minutes of the game.  His rebounding and put back baskets cut into the lead until, finally, he drove the lane and hit a layup to tie the score.  The other team missed a shot and Joe's team ended up inbounding the ball on the sideline, in front of our bench, with 15 or so seconds left in the game.  Joe inbound it to Nash, he swung it to a wide open Pike, and Pike hit a 3-pointer!  Bucket Squad up by three points with 12 seconds left.  

The boys held on and that was that, 41 - 38 final.  Bucket Squad win.

The comeback was impressive, to say the least.  Down eight or 10 points with two minutes to play.  No panic.  Played together.  No turnovers.  Finally started rebounding and played tight defense.  It was a good team win and a really, really fun game to watch.  All in all, it was a great way to finish a weekend of 6th grade basketball.

These days are coming to a close, I know, and I'm going to miss them.  Middle school and high school sports signals the inevitable end of recreational league sports and that makes me sad.  I'm going to enjoy this one, though.

The Ultimate Glue Guy

I'm struggling to find the right words to aptly describe how proud I am of Joe this morning, as a competitor, as an athlete, as a teammate, as a friend, and as a leader.  He was all of those things last night, and more, as USN's 6th grade basketball team ran their unbeaten streak to three games by defeating Harding Academy, 37-29.

The game was big - no, huge - for Joe because so many of his friends play for Harding, including his best friend, Pike.  Rex, Nash, Austin, Cullen, Cole.  All boys Joe with whom Joe has played basketball (and soccer, too) for years on the Bucket Squad.  He had been thinking about this game since USN's soccer season ended and basketball began.  He talked about it all week long, even as USN's boys handily defeated Davidson Academy and Donelson Christian in away games I missed due to work.

Thursday night, before bed, Joe told me he was thinking about running through Cole, Pike, or Nash at the beginning of the game to set the tone for the game, much like when Kobe leveled Paul Gasol as he ran through a screen in the 2008 Olympics, USA vs. Spain.  I smiled at first, then realized Joe was dead serious about it.  That's how much the USN - Harding basketball game meant to him.

I drove Joe to school Friday morning, in part so I could talk to him about the game.  I told him not to run through anybody or try to put anyone on the ground, not unless he was taking a clean, hard foul to prevent a layup.  I encouraged him to play his game, to play loose and free.  I didn't want him to be too keyed up or too tight because he was playing against his friends.  

My thought, too, was that Harding would beat USN because they're a deeper team with more basketball talent.  What I didn't realize, though - or maybe it's just something I forgot - is that with Joe, Sawyer, and Bennet, USN is a tougher, more competitive basketball team.  That's a fact.  No bickering among players.  Sharing of the basketball.  Balanced scoring.  Team basketball.

Of course, Joe came out tight after all.  He missed his first three or four shots badly, particularly a couple of 3-pointers that came up way short.  Here's what Joe did do, though.  He played great defense, all game long.  He hopped in passing lanes and he prevented Pike from driving to the lane or getting open looks.  He shut off Nash's drives more than once.  He also inbounded the ball on every in bounds play for USN.  He initiated the offense, especially in the third and fourth quarters.  He made several nice passes for buckets.  He had a calming effect on the rest of the team.  He was the unquestioned team leader. 

Not the best player.  Not the most athletic player.  Not the biggest player.  Perhaps, though, the most important player on a team that needed him to lead them, and that's what he did.

He was the ultimate glue guy, which is who Joe is on the basketball court.  It's especially who he was in the biggest game he and his USN team probably will play this season.  

Running Lane 2024

Yesterday, JP and the rest of the MBA cross country team ran in the final race of the season, the Running Lane Cross Country Championships in Huntsville, AL.  Jude drove down with JP and I stayed home with Joe, who had two basketball games and the ICEE preparation class.  Honestly, I hated to miss the race but I had been to almost all of JP's other races and, as always, life is about balance.  I wanted to see Joe's two basketball games, too.

Running Lanes always is an exciting end to the cross country season for high school boys and girls because this course is very fast.  Many runners set PR's at Running Lanes.  Yesterday was no different, as Jack Wallace ran a smoking 14:52:16 to grab 5th place overall.  He set a new school record, besting the one he set earlier this fall in Louisville by 12 seconds.  Gabe Guillamondegui set a PR, as well, finishing in 15:42:48 (86th overall).

JP finished 36th overall, running the course in 15:19:79.  That's fast but, in truth, I think he was a little disappointed he didn't run faster than the PR of 15:14 he ran earlier in the season in Louisville, KY.  As he mentioned to me, the fastest sophomore finished slightly ahead of him in 15:13.  JP would have liked to have clipped him.  In his mind, I think JP wanted to find five more seconds somewhere on the course, which would have given him a PR.  

Still, finishing 36 out of 286 runners is impressive.  As JP also said, had he been told at the end of last season that he would run under 15:20 twice this season, he would have taken that result in a heartbeat.  Either way, I was proud of him for running as well as he did on a fast course against a very fast field with boys, literally, from all over the country.  California, Florida, Texas, etc.  It was a big day for him.

MBA finished 7th overall in the Gold Division, which was impressive, since they were seeded 11th or 12th.  A strong finish to a memorable cross country season for the Big Red.  

Next year, JP will go from being the hunter to being hunted.  It will be interesting to see how he handles it.  Every cross country season and every cross country team is distinct from the others.

Friday night, Joe and I had dinner at Samurai Sushi on Elliston Place.  Great sushi.  I introduced Joe to the term, "hole in the wall," and he used it to describe the restaurant to Jude when we spoke to her on the telephone Saturday morning.  It had been years since I had been there but I knew it would be good, and it was.  I have a distant memory of eating here with Hal and Kim 20 + years ago, maybe more.  I think Jon Meade may have been with us, too.

Yesterday, Joe and I rushed from his ICEE prep class to West End Middle School to catch the second half of his basketball game with the Bucket Squad, the WNSL (recreational) league team he has played on for years.  They won handily against an inferior opponent.  Joe played fine but, I think, had difficulty getting into the flow of the game because he had no time to warm up.  

Later Saturday afternoon, Joe played his first game with his Stars team.  The Stars are a more competitive team for which Joe tried out a month or so ago.  The team got boat raced by a more experience, more athletic Darius Garland League team.  The game was never close.  Playing time is merit-based on the Stars team, which is a new for Joe.  Although there aren't any real athletes or basketball players on this team, I think it's going to be tough for Joe to earn playing time due to his lack of size and ball handling limitations.  We'll see.

Although Joe didn't start yesterday, he played most of the first half.  Upon entering the game, he promptly turned the ball over three times before settling down.  He had a nice drive to the bucket, in traffic, for a lay up.  He missed a three pointer that has nice rotation on it and looked like it was going in.  He also had three assists, two off out of bounds plays and one on a nice entry pass to his Bucket Squad teammate, Cole.  

Joe started the second half but didn't play near as much as in the first half.  He hit a baseline eight foot jumper early and that was it.  Defensively, he needs some work, as he was beat to the cup more than once.    

What I really liked about Joe's game was how much he as moving away from the ball.  His teammates weren't skilled enough to get the ball to him or, really, to notice that he was moving and getting open.  I love the hustle and the way he was moving, though.  

My sense is that it will be a long season for the Stars team.  Time will tell.

Gratitude

As the curtain falls on another Thanksgiving weekend, it occurs to me that it might be a use full exercise to spend some time thinking about all I have to be thankful for, in no particular order.

I'm thankful for good health.  My family's and mine.  I lost a longtime friend - David Easterling - to a glioblastoma earlier this year.  Presently, four people in my orbit - three of them friends - are fighting some form of cancer.  At my age, I guess, every healthy day is a blessing. 

I'm thankful for my family.  Full stop.  I am so blessed to have Jude as my wife and JP and Joe as my sons.  

I'm thankful for my work.  After 30 + years as a practicing attorney, I'm blessed to have built a family law practice and reputation that allow me to earn a comfortable living.  Clients place their trust in me to help them through, perhaps, the most difficult time in their lives.  I don't take that responsibility lightly and I never will.

I'm thankful, at 58, to be able to run.  Maybe not as fast as I once did or for as long, but to be able to go out several days a week and run, pain free, is a gift.  A true gift.  

I'm thankful for our church, St. Patrick.  It has been hard, to be sure, losing Father Hammond to the Cathedral of the Incarnation.  We miss him terribly.  However, it was time for him to take on more responsibility at a larger church.  I know that and I'm very proud of him.  Every Sunday that I am at St. Patrick, I feel a sense of peace and a sense of belonging.  That's no small thing.

I'm thankful for books and the writers that write them.  Reading for pleasure is, well, everything to me.  Fiction.  Non-fiction.  Biographies.  Memoirs.  I love it all.  Last year, I discovered Walter Mosley and Easy Rawlins.  This year, it's John D. MacDonald and Travis McGee.  Give me a good book and a few minutes of solitude.  That's contentment for me.

I'm thankful for music.  Right now, as I write this, I'm listening to John Coltrane's "Coltrane For Lovers" (Deluxe Edition).  It's been my go to album in 2024.  

I'm thankful for podcasts.  I pass so much time in my truck, commuting to and from work, listening to podcasts.  Bill Simmons.  Press Box (Bryan Curtis and David Shoemaker), Ezra Klein, Derek Thompson (Plain English), Ryan Rusillo, the Run Up (Astead Herndon), and so many others.  

I'm thankful for Fall.  It's my favorite season of the year.  Every August and September, as I fight the oppressive heat, what keeps me going is thinking about September 30, when my boys and I put up my Halloween decorations at work.  All kinds of crazy stuff.  My law partners tolerate - barely - my love of Halloween and all of my crazy zombie heads, etc.  I love October 1 - January 2, every year.  Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.  

I'm thankful for our cats, Mini (18 + years old), and Angus.  Stray cats that found us and enriched our lives immeasurably.  

I'm thankful for a good bourbon, preferably Calumet Farms 15.  Maybe a little too thankful!

Happy Thanksgiving. 

  

Magic on the Mountain

To me, there's always a little magic on the Mountain.  Good, memorable things just seem to happen every time we're here.  

Yesterday, while the four of us were at the Fowler Center, playing tennis, then pickle ball, we ran into Walter Kurrtz, one of my favorite people.  Walter was a Circuit Court Judge in Davidson County (Nashville) for many years.  I appeared in front of him on several occasions, most memorably in a trial of a small claims court appeal - Sonya Henderson v. Jerry Harlan - in which my close friend, Worrick Robinson and I went toe-to-toe. 

This was in the mid-1990's.  Worrick beat me in a bench trial (no jury), when Judge Kurtz refused to allow me to voluntarily dismiss my client's appeal from small claims court.  My client, Jerry Henderson, was a character, to be sure.  As I recall, he wanted me to play tapes of conversation he had with Ms. Henderson which I did, on a large jam box.  It was a landlord-tenant case and the facts were unsavory.  I was very uncomfortable and Jerry Henderson wasn't happy with the Judge's Kurtz'a decision, particularly since it included an award of monetary damages against him.  

One of things I recall this most, though, is that after the trial, as I was licking my wounds outside the courtroom before I got own the elevator and walked back to my office at Manier, Herod, Judge Kurtz sent his longtime court officer, Joe, out to talk to me.  Joe passed along to me that Judge Kurtz thought I had done a good job with the facts that I had.  He also told me that Judge Kurtz knew, as a young associate, I didn't always get to pick my clients.

Those words from Judge Kurtz meant the world to me, as a young lawyer.  He was a judge that I respected - a judge we all respected - and for him to have the thoughtfulness to send Joe out to talk with me and share an encouraging word or two was a kindness I will never forget.  I've tried to do the same thing when I have a case against a young lawyer and I have the facts or the client is difficult.  

I appealed Judge Kurtz's ruling on the issue of whether my client could voluntarily dismiss his appeal from small claims court.  I wrote the brief and argued the case in the Tennessee Court of Appeals.  Fittingly, I got the last laugh when the Court of Appeals agreed with me and reversed Judge Kurtz's decision.  In the end, Jerry Harlan and I got the win.  It's a reported case.  June 11, 1997.  You can look it up.

Everything Walter Kurtz said in Court, he said with a twinkle in his eye and an almost grin on his face.  His judicial temperament was A +.  Inquisitive.  Highly intelligent.  Interested in what the attorneys had to say.  He always seemed happy to be a judge.  

That's a long story, to be sure, but it was a treat to see Walter Kurtz at the Fowler Center yesterday.  Later, walking Abbo's Alley on the way back to house, Jude stopped by and visited with Walter and his wife, Ellen Hobbs Lyle.  Judge Lyle was a Chancellor in Davidson County for many years.  Jude and I are big fans of her, too.  She and Walter are a delightful couple, to say the least.  Years ago, on a run across from MBA on a route I've not run since, I happened upon them in the front yard of their house on a secluded street off West End Avenue.

Today at 10 a.m., Jude is going to hike the Fiery Gizzard with her friend, Betty Teasley.  Betty was displaced from her home in Asheville, NC, after the recent flooding.  As I understand it, she is living temporarily in a home her family owns in Monteagle.  Betty always has been one of my favorite's of Jude's friends and I'm happy that Jude is going to get to spend some time with her today.  

After we played pickle ball yesterday, Joe and I flopped down in the high jump pit - or what passes for the high jump pit - and talked for a few minutes.  He had left me a thoughtful, handwritten note when he and Jude left for the Mountain Tuesday night.  Apparently, at school, one of his teachers had asked the students to write an note of gratitude to someone.  He chose me.  I'll save the note forever, of course.  I wanted Joe to know how much I appreciate him and treasure our relationship.  I also wanted him to know how proud I am of him.  

Those kind of moments just seem to happen on the Mountain.  Magic moments.

Thanksgiving Weekend on the Mountain

For what I believe is the fifth year in a row, we're spending Thanksgiving weekend on Monteagle Mountain, in a house on Tennessee Avenue in the middle of Sewanee's campus.  It's the same house we've rented each year, as a result of which it's come to feel a little bit like our house, at least at Thanksgiving.

This year was a little bit different, because JP wanted to run in the Boulevard Bolt with some of his cross country teammates, past and present.  As a result, Jude and Joe drove up to the Mountain on Tuesday evening, hung out on campus on Wednesday, then returned home Thanksgiving morning.  I stayed in Nashville with JP, who got up early and ran in the Bolt, also on Thursday morning.  We had Thanksgiving lunch with Jude's parents at noon, which was nice, as always.  Jude, JP, and Joe drove back to the Mountain mid-afternoon.  I followed later in the evening, after I got coffee at Pinewood Social from the Crema baristas inside the restaurant.  Rest assured, I can always find good coffee, even on a holiday.

JP finished 6th overall in the Bolt, finishing in 27:01.  His finish wasn't office because he didn't know he had to pick up his race number before the race.  Live and learn, I guess.  His time was impressive, though, particularly since he ran the first three miles at more of a practice pace, before racing the last two miles.  JP's teammate from last year and close friend, Samuel Trumble, who is running at Kansas University, won the Bolt going away, clocking in right at 25:00.  Impressive.  

Earlier in the week, Jude made the point that this is quite likely our last Thanksgiving weekend on the Mountain because JP will want to spend the weekend out of school with his friends.  Sadly - for me, anyway - I realized she was right.  There is no way I would have wanted to go out of town every Thanksgiving weekend when I was in high school.  I would have wanted to hang out with my friends.  I guess all good things must come to an end, right?

I stayed up late last night reading and finished my third John D. MacDonald (Travis McGee) novel.  It's been my favorite literary find of 2024, thanks to an afterword in one of George Pelecanos's novels.  As much as I love James Lee Burke (Dave Robicheaux), Michael Connelly (Bosch), Robert Crais (Elvis Cole and Joe Pike), and Walter Mosley (Easy Rawlins), John D. MacDonald is quickly becoming one of my favorites.

I went for a run this morning - this first cold weather run for me of the season with temperatures in the low 30's when I started - three miles to the Sewanee baseball field and back.  Later, JP ran five miles and we all met up at the Fowler Center for tennis.  JP and Joe threw the baseball, inside, on the indoor tennis courts, and Joe and I played a spirit pickle ball match.  Joe won the first game and I one the last two, as all of the games were very close.  It was great fun.  

Tonight, it's off to Shenanigan's for dinner and Hearts.  

It's good to be back on the Mountain.