Quote of the Day:
“She talks to angels. Says they call her out by her name.” –Black Crowes
It’s Thursday and time for the Thursday Pickin’ Playoff results, but ol’ TB made the dang game so complicated its gonna take me awhile to tally up the scores. In the meantime, I thought I’d pass along an account of a strange conversation I had yesterday with the Little Scamp.
We were sitting in a parking lot waiting for the doctor’s office to reopen for lunch. The Scamp was perched in her seat munchin’ on some crackers and apples and I was up front reading Twitter, catchin’ up on the previous night’s “flashoflight” excitement. Just before I cut off my phone, I saw a new tweet saying “everyone’s gonna be talking about this article.” Almost never do I follow Tweet links, just because that would take up more hours than are in a day, but this time I did. Here’s the article. The rest of this story won’t make much sense if you don’t scan through it. It’s about the unspeakable commonality between SEC basketball coaches Billy Donovan, John Pelphrey and Anthony Grant of losing children when they were all on the same staff.
I was reading the article, dispassionately at first, but as I became more and more absorbed by the story I found it difficult to stop tears welling up behind my eyes. Reading the details of the day a man lost his child–it’s not something I can easily contemplate. As the story moved on to all the good things these men are doing in the never-ending wake of their losses, I was entranced. I was oblivious to the Scamp in the back seat. She’d been sitting quietly for several minutes while I read. There were no cars around us, nothing in our vision in fact except the non-descript office in front of us.
Suddenly the Scamp spoke up. “Did you see the baby Daddy?” It broke the spell and released me from the sad grip of the story. “What baby, Sweetheart?”
“The BABY,” she said.
“I don’t know what baby you are talking about Scamp.”
“You didn’t see the baby,” she asked?
“No. Did you see a baby?”
“Was there a baby at school today?”
“No, Daddy, babies don’t go to school. Silly.” I looked all around. Still no one in sight.
“Scamp,” I felt a little silly, in fact, for what I was about to ask. “Did you see a baby in the car?”
“Well, what was she doing?”
“She was just smiling. She was happy.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She had to go back home.”
I dropped it there. Three-going-on-four year olds like to talk about babies and, mine in particular, is the master of the non-sequiter.
If you reside in the TBU you know how I feel about internet religiosity. So I’m not suggesting anything as a conclusion to my little story. Truth is, I don’t even have a conclusion. Could’ve been pure coincidence. Could’ve been some kind of telekinetic connection between Father and Daughter and she sensed what I was feeling at the moment. Could it have been a little angel among us?
The only thing I know for sure is it’ll be dang hard for me to keep from rooting for Donovan and his two former assistants from now on.