Close your eyes,

Feel this epiphany.

Let it ring in your ears,

Sounds like a symphony.

(Silence)

Somehow, somehow.

Somehow, someway.

The world turns,

It’s another day.

Kirk Herbstreit on the TV

Telling me what to think,

Rece Davis controls the show,

Perhaps it’s what He thinks.

No matter, that was a crazy scene,

Thinking of All People left in terror,

From the violence of Helene.

(silence)

The earth storms and surges

“Flee from your home” the television urges.

Flee from its path, its wind it bites,

Slices it knifes, shreds all in sight.

Hoping all recover from the fear and fright.

(silence)

That said,

The TV says,

Football is still on today,

And I’m telling you,

Somehow, somehow,

Somehow, someway.

These things are bound to happen:

Arkansas and Auburn, well they both get a win,

 lump em in a parlay and watch the nickels flow in.

36-12, I mean that sounds about right,

Penn St Wins and the Illini lose their Fight.

UGA and AL will be an UGly blunder,

Bet it all on the first half under. (24)

Somehow, somehow.

Somehow, someway.

The highlights will show

These picks true today.

Find the Humor and Keep on Movin’

Whit W.

p.s. Neither Kirk nor Rece is on Tv telling me anything. I’m sure they are sleeping soundly before their big day in Tuscaloosa. Only dummies like me are awake at 3:30AM typing the dream they just had. Yeah. That’s right, I dreamed those picks. It’s either the 6 Chorizo Tacos I smashed earlier speaking to me or the universe. No matter. ‘Somehow, someway’ or however that goes. Actually, it’s 4:30Am central. Rece and Kirk are most definitely awake. Speaking of awake, I am not. I wish I could describe to you the realism of these picks happening in my own dream state, as well as Helene, but thankfully for you, I’m not that good of writer nor motivated for such an endeavor. Somehow, someway. See you another day