Me and Kenny C.

Technically I guess we should call this post “Coach and Kenny C.”   I’ll not dwell long on the fact that I am still lamenting my missed opportunity to meet my weight doppelganger. 

I’ll be over it momentarily. 

Okay, not momentarily, but I’ll repress it deep inside and let it fester for a while, and when the time is right I will remind Coach again about the benefits of communication.  I’m sweet that way.

I have to say I was taken aback by the comments and Facebook posts that were more concerned with how and why Kenny Chesney and Coach were hanging out, than my Kenny Chesney jilting.

I’ll just say this- if you’d like to have Coach’s e-mail so that you too can send him gentle, yet stern reminders about the benefits of communicating- especially when Kenny Chesney is involved, well I’ll be happy to give it to you.

Anyway, Kenny Chesney has released a new song.  It’s called “The Boys of Fall.”  You can watch the video here.  (And I highly recommend that you do if you like football or the South)  It has moved me deep in my soul.  Turns out that KC’s songwriter has a boy at our school, a boy who is also a quarterback.  I love quarterbacks, and runningbacks, and linebackers, and football pants, and tight ends. 

Long story short- our football boys are in the video.  KC was so excited after seeing all the football footage from various high school games that he went on to make a full-length documentary which aired on ESPN yesterday.  It is also titled The Boys of Fall.

Tuesday evening, unbeknownst to anyone, KC came to school to give the boys a private viewing.  It was all very secretive and country-cool. 

Well, until the cheerleaders and the girls volleyball team caught wind of what was happening.  Then it apparently turned into a whirling dervish of hair bows, lip gloss, and squealing.

So, Coach ended up standing by KC watching a video and not calling his wife.  But we’ve been over that.  Except for the part where I started calling his phone frantically because I was sure he was dead in a ditch.  I was about to call the ER when I received a text from him that simply said, “Will call in a minute.  Watching a movie with Kenny Chesney in the small gym.”

Well, of course he was. 

At that point I wasn’t sure if he meant he was watching a video that contained Kenny Chesney, or if he was literally watching a movie with Kenny Chesney.  I reasoned it was the former.  I was wrong.  Typical.

It was all very uneventful for Coach as he is not impressed with country music superstars, but the kids enjoyed it. That’s the important thing, right? 

No. No it’s not, but after today I’m going to let it ride.

Then a  former student and current track athlete that I’ve taught/coached for 3 years did me proud.  He knows about my KC thing.  He was at the viewing.  He said he kept looking back at Coach wondering when I would show up, wondering if Coach had thought to call me (which we’ve already covered, but in case you forgot, HE DID NOT) and generally working himself into a tizzy because he knew I’d be heartsick if I missed KC.

Well, we all know how that story ends don’t we?

But, that sweet boy came in the next day, and we had a conversation that went like this:

Him:  “How mad were you last night that Coach didn’t call you about Kenny Chesney?”

Me:  “How did you know he didn’t call me?”

Him:  “Because you weren’t there.  If he had called you, you would have been there.  Duh.”

Me:  “I know.  I KNOW.  He didn’t call.  We discussed it when he got home.  He said he didn’t think I liked Kenny Chesney that much.”

Him:  “It’s like Coach doesn’t know you at all.”

Me;  “I know.  I KNOW.”

All I have to say is this: you can bet your right arm that if I am ever in the presence of Elizabeth Shue, someone will probably not get a phone call.  I might even get a picture with her and trade childbirth stories, but I will not call Coach- he loves her so. 

The mere mention of Karate Kid and his eyes glaze over and he turns into a sappy mess and  waxes on about the siren that is Elizabeth Shue.

Whatever.

I’m just saying.  I won’t call.

But he’ll be fine with that because he ran into her in a California Pizza Restaurant in LA a couple of years back.

Punk.

See y’all.

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3 Comments on Me and Kenny C.

  1. Brittany Ann
    August 30, 2010 at 3:09 pm (7 years ago)

    For shame, Coach! He better be glad you’re a good Christian woman who believes in forgiveness and therefore didn’t divorce him right on the spot! But IF there’s a next time…I’ll help you draw up the papers!

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  2. emily
    August 30, 2010 at 7:02 pm (7 years ago)

    Oh my word, seriously, love that you followed up. Hilarious. Not hilarious that he didn’t call, because that was WAY wrong, hilarious post, I mean.

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  3. Leslie Ruth Petree
    September 4, 2010 at 1:35 pm (7 years ago)

    Jason and I happened to catch The Boys of Fall special, gave me goosebumps. And I read Jason this post…there was much rolling of eyes. Men. 🙂

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