Maybe that should be the new name for the Willie. It seems as if the Willie goes to all of the big football games that we don't win. The Auburn game was the most recent.
Never have we heard so much noise as we did during the game. I am grateful I had my earplugs in - I would have hated being there otherwise.
I was already losing my voice because of a cold, but the game put the finishing touches on it. By Sunday, I only sounded a little like Lauren Bacall, but Friday was pretty grim.
The 'Cats had every opportunity to win but did not. Between the surprise, being back with our tailgate friends, and good food, however, all was not lost, and by the time we returned home Friday night, we were able to put it all in perspective.
This trip was a great one, except for one thing. My intrepid little traveling buddy was not by my side, and I missed her. Although she has been gone a month, I still look for her when I come home. I know when we get a puppy that will help, but it probably will not be until the spring that we do that. Until then, I just have remember the fun we had with her and be grateful we had her for 17 years.