John Calipari (Vicky Graff Photo)
By SARAH WHITE
My friends, family and acquaintances get excited the minute football starts. They love the fall, the hype, the commercials, the pregame, band, cheerleaders, fantasy football, tailgating, outside weather, and noises associated with football. Those folks are understandable; I have no criticism of their misplaced excitement.
But, for me, the announcement of football, smell of new pumpkin spice cupcakes, pumpkin lattes, and a new crispness in the air means only one thing – it won’t be long before I get my invite to the Women’s Clinic. I associate the smells of fall with the upcoming email for the Women’s Clinic that I have been awaiting since August. When it arrives, I have emailed my daughters, my new extended family, and made my reservations within 30 minutes. Read more... (820 words, 1 image, estimated 3:17 mins reading time)