Going to the Army-Navy game had a big impact on my daughter. She was fortunate enough to be invited by a family who has a son in his second year at West Point. They took a group of teenage girls (God bless them). The game was played in Philadelphia with the fanfare it deserves. We watched on television, looking for a teenage girl with a gold beret and scarf.
We didn’t find her, but knew she was having the time of her life.
It reminded me of watching the game growing up with my Daddy. My Daddy was a Navy man; he had brothers who were in the Army and Marines, one being killed in action and one being wounded. He taught us to honor and appreciate all of those who served our country.
When it came to the Army-Navy game, it was all about the Navy. He wanted them to win and win big. Recently, the Navy boys have been having their way, winning nine straight. Daddy would have been proud.
Upon her return, my daughter boldly announced that she never wanted to date another boy unless he was “in uniform.” Evidently, the game had a big effect on her. That’s fine by me. Having taught on a military base for a number of years, I appreciate the level of respect and the work ethic of our nation’s men and women “in uniform.”
She didn’t seem to be very picky about it being an Army or Navy man; she just said “they were so cute.” Teenage girls, I have two, I love them, what can I say? Daddy would try to sell her on a Navy man; my uncles would try to sell her on an Army man or a Marine.
It reminded me of The Andy Griffith Show episode where Ernest T. Bass was dead set on joining the Army so he could get a uniform. He noted that the girls in the mountains “fall all over” guys in uniform. He thought if he wore a uniform then a girl would fall for him. Evidently, Ernest T. knew what he was talking about.
I’m just happy my daughter had a good time.
One of the most memorable college football games I have ever been to was one at the Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. A Southeastern Conference fan admitting that one of his most memorable football games was not one involving a team from Alabama, Florida, Georgia or Mississippi is a pretty big deal.
My Mama is staying in a place that has folks to help her get around and such. She gets a little blue, but enjoys talking on the phone. We were talking about my daughter and her thing with boys in uniform and it of course got my Mama started.
She started talking about how good Daddy looked in his Navy uniform. “He was a good looking man.” I enjoy hearing my Mama say this.
Then she started talking about the pictures in her closet. The tone of her voice changed like she was still keeping them a secret.
She kept pictures of movie stars and football heroes in her closet growing up. Her mother had a ten cent store in Alabama and she got to keep the covers of magazines that her mother didn’t sell. She used them to line the walls of her closet.
“There was this one Navy football player” she said. She couldn’t remember his name, she thought it was Davis. I researched it on the computer while we were on the phone and tried to figure out who she was talking about. We weren’t having any luck. I found a Frederic Davis that played at Navy, but that didn’t sound right to her.
Her memory is still very good. I knew she would come up with it.
After I hung up, it took about ten minutes before she called back. She didn’t say “Hello,” she just said “Glenn Davis.”
“Glenn Davis?” I asked. She said “That was his name.”
A quick search on the internet revealed that Glenn Davis was indeed a big football hero. As a matter of fact, he won the prestigious Heisman Trophy in 1946.
He was known as “Mr. Outside.” His counterpart “Mr. Inside,” was Felix “Doc” Blanchard, who won the Heisman Trophy in 1945. Both of these guys were big deals in their day and probably the most prolific teammates ever to play the game.
In the late forties, their pictures were on the covers of all the big magazines. Mama was right about it being Glenn Davis.
There was just one problem. “Mama, do you know who he played for?” I asked. She thought it was Navy. I said “Mama, he played for Army.”
“Oh no” she said. Then she said “That’s not a big deal.”
“I guess you could say Navy won that game too” she said with a laugh.
I love my Mama.
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