What an embarrassment.
Did you bother with the second half?
I'm not really a fan of either team, so I was just hoping for a good game.
I wonder if Jerry Angelo was watching and thought, "Those big guys! Who are they? Those big guys all in a row, with that one guy in the middle who hikes the ball...they're making those other guys with the shiny gold helmets go uh oh and fall over. And then that fast man with the ball runs over them when they're laying down."
Whatever, college ball goes out with a bang for Alabama, and you wonder what a Notre Dame/Northern Illinois Sugar Bowl would have looked like.
So this painting is one I did last summer after I went and stayed with my buddy Sloppy John Messbarger's and his family.
It's their dog, Tyson.
And here's the story of how he got that name.
A friend of Sloppy John's is a hunter, and he's out in the sticks somewhere hunting.
And his dog is yapping like crazy cause he (or she) found an animal.
And Sloppy John's friend sees that it's no animal, it's a boxer puppy.
Out in the sticks.
Covered with bugs and ticks and stuff.
But he put him in the back of his truck and cleaned him up at home.
And when he was a little healthier, he brought him over to Sloppy John's house because he knew Sloppy John's dog had recently passed away.
So the dog is over at Sloppy John's house and he's a puppy and he's super cute and the family goes, "Ohhhh mom, can we keep him?" And Sloppy John's wife Laura says okay even though she'd just had the wood floors redone and she knew the dog would scratch it all up.
And Sloppy John's friend says okay. You all can keep him but you have to name him Tyson.
And Sloppy John's family goes, "Why?"
And Sloppy John's buddy says, "Because he's the lost boxer."
Tyson the Lost Boxer.
That's the nicest Mike Tyson story I ever heard.