GRANDSONS
AT TECH AND UGA MAKE FOR SOME HARD CHOICES
I’ve been a
grandfather for more than 19 years, and until now it has been a
slam-dunk. Grandparenting is great revenge for those fortunate enough to
have survived raising their own kids. Now you get to listen to your
children complain about how temperamental their kids are, conveniently
forgetting that they were a king-sized horse’s rump themselves at the
same age.
You also get to hear
your grandchildren tell their parents what a kind and caring grandfather
you are and have them wonder aloud why Mom and Dad can’t be more like
Pa, and then have your children try to explain how judgmental,
stiff-necked and unreasonable Pa used to be when he was a mere father
and didn’t walk on water. The grandboys don’t buy it for a minute. Tee-hee.
Well, the easy part
of being a grandfather is about to come to a screeching halt. Here’s my
problem: A new football season is upon us, and my oldest grandson, Zack
Wansley, is entering his sophomore year at Georgia Tech at the same time
that his younger brother, Nicholas, begins his freshman year at my
beloved alma mater, the University of Georgia — the oldest
state-chartered university in the nation, located in Athens, the Classic
City of the South. I have some hard choices ahead of me.
Zack is a Yellow
Jacket to the core. Growing up in a house full of Georgia Bulldogs
hasn’t affected him at all. The rascal has been a Tech fan all his life
— he may have been dropped on his head when he was a baby — and is as
proud of being a Ramblin’ Wreck from Georgia Tech as Nicholas is of
being a Bulldog. To my Tech readers, you will be pleased to know that
Zack can more than hold his own with woof-woofing Dawgs. He’s had a lot
of experience in his own household.
Meanwhile Nicholas
is a third-generation Wansley at UGA, following in the footsteps of his
granddad, Jerry, and his father, Ted. He is also the third generation in
my family to attend school in Athens. His momma, Maribeth, and I both
got journalism degrees there. Ironically, he is housed in the same dorm
on campus where his mom and dad stayed during their college days.
Obviously, I am
extremely proud of both these high achievers. (Zack is majoring in civil
engineering, and Nicholas plans to be an environmental chemist.) But
having a grandson at Tech and one at Georgia puts me on the spot. Who do
I support when the season starts?
Do I attempt to
change a lifelong behavioral pattern and root for Georgia Tech — except
when they play you-know-who — even though I derive much amusement from
twitting Techies, most of whom have about as much of a sense of humor as
flaggers, liberal weenies and transplanted Yankees? Since it is
generally agreed by most relevant theologians that God is a Bulldog,
would he strike me dead for my blatant hypocrisy?
Seeing me pull for
Tech would thrill Zack, no doubt, but what about Nicholas? How could his
grandfather, who has been president of the University of Georgia
National Alumni Association and bleeds red and black, go disloyal on him
now? How many times has he heard me tell him that Georgia Tech is my
third favorite team on earth — UGA being first, anybody playing Tech is
second, making the Yellow Jackets a solid third. And now that Nicholas
is at Athens like his momma and daddy and both grandfathers before him,
Pa starts rooting for Tech? Why not just announce that I am going to
streak across the campus at high noon in my birthday suit and really
embarrass him?
There is no way that
Zack and Nicholas are going to allow me an easy way out of this dilemma.
They know that whichever way I go will send a strong signal as to which
of the boys I truly favor. So, with one grandboy at Georgia Tech and
another one at Georgia, to whom do I give my allegiance this season?
Why, to my grandboys, of course. Sometimes I am so brilliant I scare
myself.
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