He had finally done an interview about his “intention” to stay at U of L (after LSU passed) and I had been promised a phone call on the way home. I had my whole family with me, and I worked the phones on the drive back. An hour passed. No call. Another. No call. Then I got word that he’d call me at 7. Deadline approaching. Kids cranky.
We stopped at the Gaylord Opryland Hotel, where I figured I’d talk to Bobby, then write my story from somewhere in its cavernous spaces while my family wandered around. Seven o’clock. No call. Eight. None. Family goes to a restaurant. I stay in the car. No call.
It’s a glamorous life, let me tell you.
It also was 15 degrees for the game. Today, a gorgeous day in Memphis for the University of Kentucky’s matchup with East Carolina.
First, some commendations.
To the Flying Fish, which always delivers if you’re looking for quick and inexpensive in Memphis.
And to Silky Sullivans. I walked in, and within 15 minutes I heard this dizzying musical array in its various rooms: Marty Robbins, Elton John, Lil’ Wayne.
Keepin’ it diverse.
But still, Memphis remains an adventure.
I was on the phone about 10 this morning, and look out the window to check on my car parked on the street and I see two guys loitering around it, then one of the guy starts trying to bash in the back passenger window with his fist. I sprint down seven floors, get out there, tell them to get away from the car and the younger guy, in a Memphis Tigers T-shirt, jumps out at me and tells me it’s his car and invites me to do something I’m pretty sure I can’t do.
I call the police. He continues to scream that it’s his car. I stand across the street with a cluster of Cat fans and we see his buddy, who turns out to be a homeless guy, try to kick in the back window. Unsuccessfully.
Anyway, the cops get there, and it is all sorted out. They were supposed to be watching a car that looked just like the one I was in just a few cars up the street. The girl who owned that car showed up, his keys matched. So they uncuffed the guys and let them go. Memphis police were very professional with all. I still don’t know why they were trying to kick the window out of a friend’s car, but whatever.
Let that be a lesson to you all who are too cheap to valet park.
And what does any of this have to do with the Liberty Bowl? Absolutely nothing. We’ll get to that soon. I’m heading to the stadium, where Jody Demling and I will be live blogging throughout the game, and you’re all invited.
More to come . . .