I’m having a hard time getting excited about football season…
…without Colt McCoy.
Yeah, I know this is not a sports blog. But the Texas Longhorns without Colt McCoy is kinda like chocolate chip cookies without the chocolate chips.
And it’s kinda hard to get excited about his replacement. So hard to get excited that I’m not even gonna look up his name. His first and last names start with a G and he stunk in that nightmare game against BAMA. Yeah, I know. Even though I still have a “Oh, no! Colt’s injured!” hangover from that National Championship game with the TIDE in January…
I have to let it go.
That’s what this post is about. Letting go of the dreams that we had that Colt McCoy was going to get the Texas Longhorns the National Championship. Because he gone to the NFL now…
So good luck, Colt. Godspeed.
I’ve had to let go of a lot of things this summer.
I got divorced.
I let go of a fifteen year marriage.
That was letting go of many dreams that the Artist and I shared, many things we thought would happen but didn’t.
I wish him well, and hope that we will nurture a friendship as we continue to raise our four precious children together.
Those of you who know me know that this summer we have had to say good-bye to not only our beloved LGD Rusty, but also our two house dogs, Rex and Riley, our collie and our beagle. It has really been a time for letting go of those we love around here. Maybe that’s why I want to hold on so tightly to Colt.
The alpaca, that is.
Last week I sold our beloved alpaca Colt McCoy. However, I haven’t been able to bring myself to mark him as SOLD on the list.
I’m having trouble letting him go.
It was like I needed to see if the Longhorns could win a game without his namesake (superstitious craziness)….
or I needed to just wait a little longer…I dunno.
We really will hate to see Colt go. I told my oldest, “He’s the REAL McCoy.” Who wouldn’t like to see a field of alpacas who look like Colt? If I had that, then I could probably retire. Luckily, I was smart enough to retain some breedings to the little stinker.
To let go…