I am in Tuscaloosa, Alabama visiting my Dad for Thanksgiving. Tuscaloosa is where I grew up for the most part. Anyone who is from here, or has ever been here can tell you that football is pretty much a way of life. The above snapshot is of me when I was a kid, 10 years ago, sporting my Joe Namath sweatshirt with my autographed paraphenalia. Of course we refer to him here as Joe Willie. I think you have to be from here to have earned that privilege. He was one popular dude playing quarterback for the University of Alabama back then and went on to star for the Jets, for all you sissies who don’t know that.
Well, what goes around comes around. See the house up above? That’s my Dad’s house. This so happens to be the house that Joe Willie lived in years ago. That’s right, my circle is complete. This is the back of the house and right behind me is the lake it sits on. I love to stand here and imagine young Joe throwing passes in the backyard. In those tight little footbally pants. Sometimes when I’m standing inside, I try to imagine him coming through the front door, all hot and sweaty from winning a game against Auburn, and having to turn sideways to get those big shoulder pads through the door. At night when I lay there in bed I can just imagine…oh nevermind. Getting back to painting.
I’ll try to do a little landscape sketching anyway from his backyard here. I’ll post it if I do. But DON’T be surprised if you see a figure of a football player in there somewhere. With cute little dimples.