Getting To The Point

The injectable fertility med I am taking most definitely looks like your average, everyday ball point pen.

You know, the kind you pick up at a conference as a vendor freebie and then throw it carelessly in the kitchen or office junk drawer along with the other hundreds of pens, highlighters, stress balls, key chains, etc. that you’ve collected over the years.

But wait…this is no ordinary average pen my friends.

This one is special.

Even the ad says so.

See...

Whatyousay?

There are even more reasons why the Follistim Pen stands out?

Why yes.

Hmmmm, perhaps it’s that this almost too familiar-looking writing apparatus (in disguise) costs over $400 dollars!

Well, that did include the one teeny, tiny vial of medicine, but c'mon now.

Er, um excuse me.

It doesn't come in an array of colors like Sharpie markers?

WTH?

For that much moo-la surely one should be able to select a personal favorite color and whether or not you want it to be a fine tip or medium tip, know what I mean?

Oh, and just what in the world is the little pocket clip for?

Seriously.

Dear,

Sweet,

Drug

Manufacturer...

Do you really think that I am just going pop this “pen” into my pocket and wear it around the workplace just in case someone asks me if they can borrow it?

To which I can then say, “Oh, this little thing? No, it’s not a pen. It’s just my fertility medicine that I am not so inconspicuously hiding because I want to outwardly announce to the entire freakin’ world that I am having trouble getting pregnant on my own!”

How ‘bout you try my Uni-ball Gel Impact Retractable instead?

And, hey, by the way, I’ve got one in black, red, and blue.

An enhanced dosage window?

Nope, my Uni-ball doesn’t have one, but with a little bit of practice you can click out the tune to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

You wanna’ talk about standing out?

Now just try that with a Follistim pen!

Ha!

But then again, my Uni-ball can't produce egg follicles, right?!

Touche'

I Had A Date

yesterday…with the wahoo wand a.k.a. Transvaginal Transducer Probe.

Try saying that 10 times real fast.

Aside from the tongue twister of a name, what’s even more perplexing is that the Transvaginal Transducer Probe and the hand held mixer I have at home in my kitchen look eerily similar…just look for yourself.

Transvaginal Transducer Probe

Hand Mixer

Go figure?!

AN-Y-WAY, like I was saying, yesterday I had a date, well rather an appointment, to do this month’s Cycle Day 3 ultrasound.

It’s the one where they make sure your ovaries are clear with no remaining follicles, cysts, etc.

I must say that this appointment went a lot smoother than this one did last month.

However, I once again got the all clear and I also got a new protocol for this month.

It's called...OPERATION SUPER OVUALTION…tah, dah!

It can also be dubbed…TRACEY’S LAST DITCHED EFFORT TO GET PREGNANT VIA INTRAUTERINE INSEMINATION (IUI) BEFORE HAVING TO MOVE ONTO WALLET SPLITTING INVITRO FERTILIZATION (IVF)!

Here's my protocol:

Cycle Days 3 through 7 - 50mg - Clomid (tablets)
Cycle Days 8 through 11 - 75iu - Follistim (injectables)

Follistim is a follicle stimulating hormone and since it is an injectable med, it’s being used to “amp” up my egg follicle production and maturation. TRANSLATE: Give me more mature follies.

Cycle Day 11 - Estraidol (E2) level blood work done and ultrasound to check follicle size

Somewhere between Cycles Day 12 through 14, Ovidrel trigger shot and then IUI thereafter.

So there you have it folks. We are hoping that this protocol holds the winning numbers to our baby lottery ticket.

Ultimately, I know it’s all in the Lord’s hands and it is in HIS hands that I will trust and have faith.

God Bless and have a great weekend everyone!

I'm Over It

My pity party that is.

I had a couple of days of wallowing around in my, “Why can’t it be a pregnancy for me?” mode.

And, I am now ready to hit the road again…sort of like this young lady only minus the red hair and apparent bikini cleavage.





Nevertheless, you know what I mean.

Oh, and I would be totally remiss without offering up a great big helping of thanks to all of you who commented and left such wonderful words of encouragement.

I really cannot express how much that meant to me, and it definitely helped me to get over myself.

I have to admit that sometimes I type my blog entries often wondering if anyone is actually out there reading and caring about what I’m writing, and then lo’ and behold, I get such meaningful and sincere comments and I know you are there.

Moreover, you like me, you really, really like me.

And the feeling is mutual my friends! :0)

So, here I sit in “spotty” land waiting for the dreaded monthly visit from you-know-who, but I am not despondent. Instead, I am rather rejuvenated and ready to tackle another month.

Michael and I have decided that we will give IUI (intrauterine insemination) one more try and then it’s off to IVF (in vitro fertilization) for us.

However, before that, we’ll need to rob a bank first (since our insurance doesn’t cover IVF).

But hey, we’ll tackle that obstacle when we get there.

I mean after all, it’s going to take me awhile to get bank layouts, safe codes and an undetectable get-a-way car…LOL!

You'll Know Where To Find Me

Yep, right here…in this hole.

You see, I am hiding from the truth.

And the truth is…

This month is a complete BUST...

A-G-A-I-N!

No doubt about it.

It’s another BFN (BIG FAT NEGATIVE) for me.

They say that sometimes the best thing that we can do for our mental health is to be honest, and so here goes…

THIS SUCKS!

I apologize if those words offend any of you, but I am being totally honest and it’s just how I feel right now.

Oh, and while I’m being honest, I’ll go on and admit that yes, I fell victim to the “Reading Into Every Possible Pregnancy Symptom Syndrome” this month.

Silly, silly me…I know better.

So here I am world. Almost one year since my second miscarriage and still nothing. Nothing, but heartache, and disappointment, and let down.

Oh, and medicine induced weight gain…how in the world could I forget about the weight gain?!

I know, I know…I am having a pity party for myself and I’m the only one invited…sorry. But seriously, you wouldn’t want to be coming to this party anyway. After all, the only party favors are stark white with no second line on them pee sticks. Whoo, hoo! Yea, right!

Wish I could tell you what’s next, but I don’t know the answer to that question right now.

Wait, I know what’s next…my period.

Oh, what fun and joy. UGH!

Er, um, Lord, I know you are here with me, especially when I am at my lowest, and I thank YOU and praise YOU for that, really I do.

But, I’m not asking for the colors of a rainbow here, just two pink lines and they don’t even have to be big ones, I promise.

Maybe next month?

You Asked

I asked you all a few days ago if you had any questions you wanted to ask me...and you did. Here they are!

1. Do you work? If so, what do you do (generally)?

Yes, I do work…full-time. I am in governmental relations TRANSLATE: I am a lobbyist. No, no, no, I’m not one of those slimy, high-powered, multi-million dollar making kind of lobbyists. I work for a state agency and represent our interests at the state legislature. It is very exciting work…never boring, although when the legislature is in session the hours can be really long and that makes the job very tiring. All in all, I’ve been in the governmental relations field for 17 years now.

2. Did you go college?

Yes. My undergraduate degree is a B.A. in Communications, and I also have a Juris Doctorate degree in law (although I am not a practicing attorney).

3. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would it be?

I would love to go to Europe…Italy for sure. My maiden name is Italian and I have always wanted to see the sights in that beautiful country.

4. If you could live anywhere you wanted, where would it be?

Honestly, I am really happy where I am living (Alabama) because my immediate family is really nearby and that is great. I just wish that my aunt and uncle (who I am really close to) lived close to me as well. They are still in New Jersey (where I grew up), and I only get to see them maybe once or twice a year.

I also like the fact that living in the south, everyone is so open about loving the Lord and faith is a huge part of everyday life here. It wasn’t like that up north where I grew up. People were not as open and free-talking about their faith. My family was, but as a whole, people were not.

5. How did you meet your hubby?

This is an interesting story. I met him on-line…sort of. The mom of one of my close friends was a kindergarten teacher at our local Air Force base. One of her students was also celebrating her 5th birthday and my husband (although not yet) and his mom had come down from Tennessee and Georgia to visit their niece/granddaughter that weekend to celebrate and it just so happened that since they got into town a little early that day, they dropped by the school.

Later that same day, I got a call from my friend and she left me a message that said, “Tracey, my Mom just called me and is convinced that this guy who came to visit his niece today would be perfect for you. In fact, she told him that she knew a great girl for him, and then she told me to call you right away to see if you would be interested. I made her swear to me that he didn’t look like a troll and she promised he did not. Oh, and do you have an e-mail address?”

I called my friend back and we discussed the scenario and given the fact that I had some doozey blind dates in my life, I was really a bit leery of this whole situation. I told her that I did have an e-mail address, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give it to a total stranger. My friend said, “Tracey, you know my mom and she just does not get involved in stuff like this so if she thinks he’s a good guy for you than he must be. Besides, if he turns out to be some psycho nut, just change your e-mail address.”

I gave my friend my e-mail address and she gave it to her mom who then gave it to Michael (on a little green frog post-it note that he still carries in his wallet…LOL!). I really didn’t give much thought to any of it after that.

About a month later, lo’ and behold I had an e-mail in my inbox from him.

We corresponded back and forth via e-mail for about a month. We finally exchanged pictures, and thank my lucky stars he was not a troll…LOL! He called me one night shortly thereafter and we talked for 4 ½ hours straight. We made plans for him to come (he was living in Georgia at the time) down one Friday night and meet me to go to dinner at a friend’s house (I figured I was safe if I had others around me…LOL!). He did, we hit it off, dated from then on, and we were married a year later.

I always liked the fact that I got to know my husband from the inside out first. You know…it wasn’t based on outward appearances, but rather what we were learning inwardly through our words to each other.

6. Do you have any pets?

No, not a the moment. Both Michael and I each had a dog when we met/got married. I had a miniature schnauzer, named Abbey and he had a mixed breed he got as a stray, named Spencer. My sweet Abbey got cancer and died two months before I found out I was pregnant, and dear Spencer died unexpectedly from anemia about 7 months later. Since we were expecting a baby, we didn’t get another pet at that time, but now that R.J. is getting older, we plan to get a dog so he can have a four-legged companion to love as well.

7. Do you collect anything?

I used to collect Precious Moments figurines and I have more than 50 of them in a lighted curio cabinet in my dining room. I haven’t purchased/received on in years though.

8. What is your hobby?

Scrapbooking. I just wish that I had more time to do so. I do go to a workshop once a month where I can spread out all my stuff and work on my books for a few hours at a time. I find it to be very relaxing and I love that I am creating such keepsakes for my family.

9. Did you always know (even as a child) that you wanted to be a wife and mother?

Yes, yes, yes. As I got older and it seemed as if my life was taking longer to achieve those two things, I must admit that I would get worried sometimes, but I always believed that the Lord would help to fulfill my wish to be both…and he did.

A Day To Remember

Eight years ago today became one those non-erasable moments in history. A “Where Were You When?” moment like the attack on Pearl Harbor or the assassination of President Kennedy.

I vividly remember where I was and what I was doing.

I was driving on the interstate on my way to work and was thinking to myself what a gorgeous day. Then all of a sudden the radio station I was listening to made an announcement that a plane had crashed into one of the World Trade Centers in New York City. At that time, the radio broadcaster sounded matter-of-fact and shocked (as if it was a horribly freak accident).

A short time later however, that radio broadcaster’s message became high pitched and alarming as he announced that yet another plane had crashed into the other Twin Tower and that this was obviously some sort of terrorist attack being executed upon the United States.

I was totally stunned! I know I kept driving, but I honestly don’t remember my foot being on the gas pedal or steering the car. I do remember calling my Mom & Dad’s house on my cell phone and when my Dad answered the phone I just started crying and relayed what I had just heard.

My parents had not yet turned on their T.V. that morning so I was the first one to break the news to them. As former member of law enforcement and a military man, I knew my father would take such a blatant attack on innocent people particularly hard.

As I was talking to my Dad, he said, “Dear Lord, another plane has hit the Pentagon! Tracey, we all need to pray like we’ve never prayed before!”

By the end of our conversation and prayer together, my Dad too was overcome by emotion.

Of course, we all know it did not end there as yet a fourth plane believed to be headed toward Washington, D.C. crashed in a Pennsylvania field after those courageous passengers tried to thwart the hijackers attempts.

In just minutes, thousands of people lost their lives that day. I don’t think that any of us could understand the full impact of how 9-11 would change American life in the years ahead.

Ironically, before that dreadful day, my husband had decided to join the Army Reserves and become a member of the Judge Advocate General Corps. His paperwork was already being processed and we were just waiting for his final approval. That approval came just two days after September 11, 2001.

I remember standing there when my husband took this oath:

"I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign or domestic, that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservations or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office upon which I am about to enter; So help me God."

Never had words held such meaning. I was filled with pride that my husband was willing to defend HIS country, MY country, OUR yet unborn children’s country, THIS country...THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

Remember when I said I didn’t think that any of us could understand the full impact of how 9-11 would change our lives in the years ahead?

Little did we know how it was going to change ours.

After our son was born in 2002, my husband was called to active duty about a year and a half later. And while he did not serve overseas, he was gone (with only infrequent visits home) for a total of four years. For the most part, I was a single mom from the time our son was 19 months old until September of 2008.

I am not telling you that to complain. I would do it again if I had to.

I am one of the lucky ones. My husband is home with us alive and well. Sadly, so many other families cannot say the same.

Nevertheless, they, like me, are proud of the fact that they have/had a service member freely ready to defend and protect, not only willing to give their life in order to do so, but also willing to help to make this world a safer place so that no such attacks will ever happen again…especially on American soil.

Thank you my sweet hubby!

My Captain

The memories of that day have not faded, nor should they ever pass from the national memory.

Today as we remember September 11, 2001, please pray for our country, pray for those who died on that fateful day, for their friends and families, and for the hundreds and hundreds of military men and women called upon to protect and defend freedom for all.

God Bless You and God Bless America!


P.S. On Monday I will post the answers to any questions I get from yesterday's blog post.

Got Any...

Now I'm not usually one to be at a loss for words let alone a blogging topic, but I got to thinking that I tell you stuff (that is, the stuff I decide I want to tell you about) all the time.

But, wait. There might be some things you want to know about me that I haven't already shared.

So here's your chance.

Yes that's you oh, blog lurker who never comments. I really AM talking to you here...LOL!

Ask me anything you want. I will compile a list of the questions and my answers and post them here for all to see.

Of course, those who never comment...that means that you will have to post your questions in the comment section.

Okay, okay, if you don't want to do that and you'd feel more comfortable by e-mailing me your question. I do have an e-mail button on my side bar...HINT!

So there you have it...You ask it and I will answer. Sort of like, "If you build it, they will come."

I have always loved that Field of Dreams movie...probably more because of Kevin Costner than the often-quoted saying though (LOL!)

Tell Me Tuesdays, Chapter 8

I am a chocolate L-O-V-E-R!

I even had a chocolate wedding cake (back before chocolate wedding cakes were the “in” thing to do).

In fact, if there was an “Eat All The Chocolate You Want Everyday And Still Lose Weight Diet”, I would be its spokesperson…for free.

Just give me a Hershey bar and an infomercial set-up and I’m there!

Actually, speaking of diets, I am a complete sucker for any type of chocolate weight loss food.

Got a Weight Watchers chocolate snack cake, I’ll take it. What? A chocolate cherry almond Fiber One Bar…gimmee two boxes. No way, a Skinny Cow low fat chocolate ice cream sandwich! OMG, let me clear a few shelves in my freezer!!!

There’s only one problem…I think you are only supposed to eat one of those at a time…LOL!

Seriously, I am not a person who can say "No" when it comes to a hunk of sweet brown goodness. Let me at it I say. Sort of like the chick in this photo:



My friends laugh at me because they know that if a restaurant or conference meal doesn’t have anything chocolate to offer, I’m not down for it.

You can keep your lemon filled, banana flavored, peach cobblered, white cake desserts all to yourself. Just point me in the direction of a snack machine with a Kit Kat or a Snickers and I’m good to go.

Want to know something funny? My son, the love of my life, does NOT LIKE chocolate. Yes, you read that correctly, my own flesh and blood does not share the same liking that I have.

Ironically, I think that perhaps I created his dislike…unintentionally of course. You see, I was one of those moms who did not let him eat many sweets while he was a baby/early toddler. In fact, I think the first time he even tried chocolate was when he was almost 3 years old. I guess going so long without having tasted that luscious delicacy left a permanent imprint on his taste buds.

Every now and then some chocolate slips by him and he’s totally okay with it. Like the chips in mint chocolate chip ice cream, or a Wendy’s frosty. But as far as him clamoring for a slice of chocolate birthday cake or reaching for a chocolate cupcake…nope, it ain’t gonna happen.

Oh, and he thinks Halloween Trick-Or-Treating is cool, but not for the chocolate and/or candy part of it. He just likes dressing up and ringing the door bells. In fact, he doesn’t even eat the candy he gets. He just likes to see the amount he can rack up. But, as far as gobbling it up, eh, well, he’d rather watch a Sponge Bob Square Pants marathon on Nickelodeon.

As for me, well, just let me at that pumpkin bucket and I’ll have all the chocolate sorted out, lined up and ready for consumption in no time!

Here are some of my favorites (just a few to say the least):

~ Black Forest Cake (homemade by my Mom)
~ Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie Ice Cream
~ Butterfingers
~ Double Chocolate Macadamia Nut Cookies
~ Sonic Chocolate Shakes
~ Swiss Miss Hot Chocolate Mix

What about you? Do you love chocolate or some other sweet delicacy? Are you a vanilla or chocolate ice cream eater? Maybe you like both. It’s Tell Me Tuesdays so c’mon now readers…let me know. HINT...that's what the comment section is for. ;0)

My Hero

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to swim past a cervix and through a fallopian tube in a single lap.

Look up in the uterus.

It’s a bird, it’s a plane.

No!

It’s....

Super Sperm!

Seriously, if my husband could go around wearing this costume and not get ridiculous looks, I swear it would be his official attire every time we do an IUI.

We do not have any male factor issues in addition to my secondary infertility issues, so every time we get the semen analysis results from his sperm washes he walks around puffing out his chest proud as a peacock.

Almost as if instinctively any man that crosses his path should give him a high five or bow in awe at His Royal Sperminess.

I do have to give him credit though. He has never one time complained about having to do his business in relatively unfamiliar surroundings and then walk back into a day lab's waiting room with paper bag in hand for all to see.

Bless his heart!*

And he definitely recognizes we are in this trying to conceive thing together.

He always goes with me and stays in the room while I get my IUI done.

In addition to his presence, he lends his support and encouragement. He lets me know I am not going through this alone, and I love him for that.

So, now that this month’s IUI has been done, I am embarking on my two week wait. That's the wait (in days) before I can do an official pregnancy test.

Oh, sure, I can do one before then, but since the trigger shot I took yesterday contains that same “hormone” that is prevalent in your urine when you really are pregnant, “officially” testing before the two week mark will only give me a false positive since the trigger shot will still be in my system.

Although I must admit that seeing two pink lines (albeit trigger induced) certainly does bring a smile to my face nevertheless.

So folks, there you have it. Let the countdown begin.

Please say an extra prayer for me this month.

In the meantime, have a wonderful weekend!

God Bless!

*For those of you who are not familiar...this is a very southern saying which is sort of the equivalent to saying "Poor Thing" or "How Sweet" (depending on the circumstances and context in which it is being said)...LOL!

Be careful...

what you wish for.

This is my first month back on fertility meds (after taking a break since June) and I was curious to see how my body would respond (and hoping it was good).

Be careful what you wish for.

I had three follicles. Two on my left side (18mm and 16mm) and one on my right side that looked like this…


Okay, minus the lettuce, tomatoes and onions, but seriously it was HUUUUUUGE!

To be exact, it was 29mm. (See, I told you it was big).

The ultrasound tech told me that this follie was really ripe given its size, but my blood work would tell us if that was in fact the case.

So after the ultrasound, I had blood work done (called an E2 test). It measures the Estraidol levels in your body. It should be at least in the 200+ range per mature follicle.

Be careful what you wish for.

My E2 level was 783!

My numbers (follicle size and E2 level) have not ever been that big/high on CD 11.

Given the fact that typically my IUI’s have been done on CD 13, CD 14 or CD 15, this put us in a bit of a quandry.

You see, my IUI’s are performed by my OB/GYN. This month, for me, CD 13, CD 14 and CD 15 fall on a Saturday, a Sunday and a National Holiday. Yep, you guessed it…doctor’s office is closed.

If we wait until CD 16, it will be entirely too late to do the IUI since I would have most definitely ovulated by then.

But is CD 12 (tomorrow - Friday) too early to do the procedure?

Apparently not.

My doc thinks that with my numbers from today, we are well within fertile range and I was told to go ahead and give myself a trigger shot (injection that forces a mature follicle(s) to release, i.e. ovulate).

Which I did…in my van…in the parking lot…of Jim ‘n’ Nicks BBQ.

Hey, what can I say? Have needle will travel…LOL!

Isn't it amazing what one will do/perform in order to get pregnant?!

Anyway, my nurse called and told me that my dear sweet hubby has to be at the lab at 7:30 am tomorrow morning to give his deposit.

I will meet him there and wait for the deposit to be “washed” so that we can then take it to the doctor’s office for the IUI to be done.

By the way, whenever I hear the term “wash”, I always get this picture in my mind of the little spermies in a bathtub with shower caps on and back brushes in their hands, er, um, tails I mean…LOL!

Needless to say, this month is a bit off the beaten path as far as any of my previous protocols, but this diversion from the norm could be our lucky combination.

And I don’t have to be careful when I say… you KNOW what I am wishing for! ;0)

Tell Me Tuesdays, Chapter 7

I love, love, love college football, moreover SEC (South Eastern Conference) football.

Yes, you read that correctly.

I am a w-o-m-a-n and I love f-o-o-t-b-a-l-l.

Don’t get me wrong, I have always liked football (as in, I could actually sit in a room with my dad and brother and watch a game on T.V.)

In fact, when I was a high school cheerleader I was one of the few who could actually tell the difference between offense and defense, and thus pick the appropriate cheer to chant at the appropriate time.

Trust me, after having your cheerleading captain start chanting, "Get a first down, get a touch down, stop the clock, gotta get down!" when your team was obviously BLOCKING the opponent's attempt to score, knowing the game was a huge help thereafter!

Anyway, the football I grew up with was different. Remember now that I grew up in the north. Up there, it’s all about NFL (National Football League) a.k.a. “Pro” teams. As a family, we have always been diehard New York Giants fans, and to tell you the truth, I really didn’t know much if anything about college football.

Until I moved to the south…more specifically, the state of Alabama.

Oh, sure, early on I had heard about the rivalry between the University of Alabama and Auburn University and how you were either for one team or the other, but I never really understood the full impact of being a football fan until I went to my first college football game in Auburn, Alabama.

Let me tell you…it wasn’t just going to a football game, it was a total experience.

We have all heard the term tailgating, but in the south (moreover in Auburn), tailgating goes beyond bringing food and showing up early for a game. It’s a frame of mind.

It’s about being with family and friends (both old and new). It’s about sharing and laughing and good times. It's about love and pride for the team and the spirit of the game. It's about sharing stories from one generation to the next. It’s about good ole’ southern hospitality. It's about having an memorable time…every time.

And sitting in the stadium?

It is truly unforgettable.

From the sea of orange and blue clothing, to the children with tiger paws painted on their faces, from the cheers of WAR EAGLE to the shouts of TOUCHDOWN AUBURN!

It’s an adrenalin rush like no other and it should be, after all, Jordan-Hare stadium holds close to 85,000 people so you can just imagine the sound.

Needless to say, after my first college football game, I was hooked. From then on, I became an official Auburn (University) Tiger fan.

But it did not end there.

When I met my husband, he too was a football fan, but it didn't matter to him who was playing or what team was playing. He watched them all, both college and pro.

He grew up a Dallas Cowboys fan and attended UCLA as an undergraduate so he followed Bruins football as well. But in all honesty, it really didn’t make a difference to him who was playing. If it was a football game and it was on T.V. - - he was watching it.

And then, I took him to his first Auburn game…and the rest is history! He was a believer!

Just as a sidenote... in this state, the hospitals make you declare at birth what team your child will be cheering for even before they find out what the parent’s names are…LOL!

Okay, you don’t really have to guess who our son pulls for, do you?

Heck, we’ve been brainwashing him from early on which is quite evident from these pictures…

And now, this year’s college football season upon us. In fact, the first Auburn home game is this Saturday.

In the meantime, I will leave you with what Bud Poliquin, a columnist for the Syracuse Post-Standard had to say after covering an Auburn v. Syracuse football game in 2002 and you’ll know that I am not the only one who feels the way I do…

"Believe me on this. Please. I have descended into college football's Grand Canyon. I have stood in its Alps. I have gazed at its ocean sunset. I have attended a game at Jordan-Hare Stadium in Auburn, Ala. And I've been changed forever."

What about you? Do you like football or some other sport as much as I do? Are you a diehard fan or just a casual watcher of a sporting game and/or event?

It’s Tell Me Tuesdays, so c’mon, leave me a comment. You know I want to hear all about it.