Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend
Loss is an essential part of life, right? I know we all have to experience loss. People and possessions don't stay with us forever. Some say it's how we deal with this loss that defines us as humans. Can we adjust and move on? Do we sit around and dwell on the heartache, refusing to go on with our lives? Well, this trip has caused me to suffer a devestating loss of my own. And now I must stand up and face this trial of life. The Fumigator shirt...is gone.
[Farewell Fumigator...farewell]
Weep not for me, my friends. Weep for the Fumigator. For it has been folded neatly, kissed goodbye, and placed in a Hefty kitchen sized garbage bag. Today it will be delivered to the Salvation Army by my wife and tomorrow or the next day or the next day (or never)
it will be placed on a shelf in a thrift store with a price tag on it. What price though?? Can you put a price on a shirt you can see through? Can anyone truly assess monetary value to an article of clothing that has seen me through countless Auburn/Florida games (more losses than wins unfortunately)? That shirt is older than some of the players currently on the Auburn roster! It used to belong to my sister Paige, who bought it when she was but a bright eyed, young college student. It was handed down to me, so that I might carry on the tradition. I'm not sure exactly what the tradition is, other than owning a really old, really soft, really see through t-shirt...but I digress.
The point of all this is to say that life goes on. When you are faced with the inevitable separation from a dearly loved personal possession, you have to suck it it up, remember the good times, and say goodbye to that soft old Fumigator shirt. However, if Cece thinks I'm getting rid of my lucky underwear (the ones that have seen me through four consecutive wins over Alabama) she can kiss my foot!
[Who Cares?? We all care about the Fumigator!]
[Farewell Fumigator...farewell]Weep not for me, my friends. Weep for the Fumigator. For it has been folded neatly, kissed goodbye, and placed in a Hefty kitchen sized garbage bag. Today it will be delivered to the Salvation Army by my wife and tomorrow or the next day or the next day (or never)
it will be placed on a shelf in a thrift store with a price tag on it. What price though?? Can you put a price on a shirt you can see through? Can anyone truly assess monetary value to an article of clothing that has seen me through countless Auburn/Florida games (more losses than wins unfortunately)? That shirt is older than some of the players currently on the Auburn roster! It used to belong to my sister Paige, who bought it when she was but a bright eyed, young college student. It was handed down to me, so that I might carry on the tradition. I'm not sure exactly what the tradition is, other than owning a really old, really soft, really see through t-shirt...but I digress.The point of all this is to say that life goes on. When you are faced with the inevitable separation from a dearly loved personal possession, you have to suck it it up, remember the good times, and say goodbye to that soft old Fumigator shirt. However, if Cece thinks I'm getting rid of my lucky underwear (the ones that have seen me through four consecutive wins over Alabama) she can kiss my foot!
[Who Cares?? We all care about the Fumigator!]
posted by Matt | 12:18 PM
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By the way...I throw out the Fumigator shirt and Auburn gets destroyed by Wisconsin in Florida. Coincidence? I think not.
How true, my friend, how true. It should have been framed along with the toilet paper you've been keeping from Toomer's corner in the early 90's.
I saw that toiler paper the other night. It's under the bed in the spare room. I sniffled a little when I saw it and thought about the Florida game in '94 and the bama game in '95.
Matt said that he "sniffed the toilet paper the other night"
Ha. Wussy Weirdo Auburn fan.
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