Life is just kinda that way sometimes.

Last night Peggy and I had a great time at the LSU-Ole Miss football game. A wonderful afternoon of tailgating and seeing old friends on the first crisp, cool day of the fall — it really doesn’t get any better than that.

Unless you happen to be hosting guests for the game. Guests who are proud to be Ole Miss alumni. And then LSU runs all over Ole Miss and wins the game easily. That just might be better.

And when I say “runs over” I mean that literally — Leonard Fournette broke the LSU single-game rushing record on his first nine carries of the game, and ran over a defensive back on one of the runs that will be played over and over on ESPN for the remainder of the season. Suffice it to say it was a glorious night.

We went to church this morning and were greeted by the same kind of crisp, wonderful day. Sang our hearts out for Jesus. Paid attention in Sunday School. Probably even helped an old lady across the street, though that part is hazy.

Then, walking out of church, I stepped on a rock. Not a boulder. Not a brick. Not even a stone. And heard a pop.

So, tonight I sit in a reclining chair with ice on my swollen ankle. Since we’re into descriptive comparison, the knot is grapefruit sized. Texas Ruby Red. With seeds.

My dreams of running like Leonard Fournette dashed in an instant. Hoping it doesn’t turn into a reality of walking like Fred Sanford.

I’ll keep you posted.