Thursday, January 1, 2009

The End Times are Near, the Apocalypse Upon Us

I witnessed something the other day that makes me think Jesus is preparing to come gather his flock. Vanderbilt not only made it to a bowl, but they won. The last time we MADE it to a bowl, I was 10, the last time we WON a bowl--my mom was 10. And trust me, she's no spring chicken (lova ya Mom!)

There has been a long standing feud between Vanderbilt's football program and Haley's Comet to see which one could outdo the other. I think this battle is over, and the winner, clear. IN YOUR FACE EDMOND HALEY! 53 years beats 76 years all day long and twice on Sunday. And we had 23 years to spare. HA HA!

So anyway, in Revelations, I think it clearly infers that a Vandy bowl win is one of the first signs of the Apocalypse. So get ready--things could move quickly.

On to the day--it was wild and wooly. We decided to buy 4 tickets for Ging, myself, and the girls. We figured Jaybo would not have the attention span to last through cold temperatures and a football game that didnt involve Thomas the Tank Engine, Spiderman, or the Transformers. But, after thinking about it, that would be a pretty good game. Here is a pic of the girls as they prepared to leave. I love that they are wearing every imaginable color God created--EXCEPT Black and Gold...

Being the die-hard Vandy fan that I am, I was determined to cram as much stuff in as I could and still keep the family entertained. There was a Vandy bball game that morning at 11:00, and I have missed so many games this year despite having season tix, that I thought we would include that into our game day. Here is a pic we took at the thrashing of St. Francis:

The bball game was going to be over in the 1:00-1:15 range, and I knew we needed to get lunch, so I made the decision to leave the game with about 7 minutes left to head down to the Wendy's by Vandy to grab some food. I HATE to leave games early, but this was the call of the day. We walked right in, ordered and sat down with out meals. No less than 10 minutes later, the place was jam-packed with Vandy fans who had the same idea as me, but without the foresight to leave the game early. Decision vindicated. Ha ha all you johnny-come-latelys! Here is a picture I took with my Iphone of the line while we were eating. At one point we counted more than 50 people in line:

So then we had the bright idea to ride the shuttle service Vandy was offering from the hoops game to the Music City Bowl. I thought--this is convenient--we don't have to find a place to park or walk a long way, and we can just catch the shuttle back after the game and avoid the hassle. Good idea gone bad. We finally found the pickup locale for the shuttle (Vandy did a poor job explaining to folks where this was--it was nowhere near Memorial Gym), and proceeded to stand in line for almost an HOUR waiting on the shuttles. There were a couple of hundred people behind us as well, so who knows how long they had to wait. But, it wasn't too cold at this point, and we played a couple of games in line, garnering strange looks from the Vandy students standing behind us. Here are a couple of images of boredom, with me carrying 7 blankets for 4 people. Never did understand that one...

We finally got to the game, and had to split up. Why? Because one of my friends from high school came through with 2 seats on the 50 yard line 4 rows up from the Vandy bench. That's right--holla at my girl LWB!!! Thanks Lisa--I owe you one! So I had spent nearly $300 on 4 tickets (we bought club level) and ended up sending the girls to sit with their Aunt Amanda in the 300 sections while we sat on the 50.
The game speaks for itself. Here are a few shots we took. SEC > ACC. You guys already knew that.

Hard to see, but this is Jay Cutler on the sidelines in the brown coat.

This is my cousin DJ Moore getting attended to on trainer's table.

Great seats--Thanks LISA!!


One Happy Commodore Fan and His Wife!!

Post-game reunion--even more colors, still no black and gold.

After the game, we decided to let my bro-in-law, JC, drive us back to our car so we could talk about the game (plus everyone was coming over to our house for New Years). So we walk out into the parking lot towards the car, and we walk, and we walk, and we walk. By this time, it is REALLY cold, and with 4 kids, and my older sister, who was not wearing many layers because she got to sit in a heated suite, the situation was turning dire. JC was convinced that his car had been stolen. Everyone except he and I went back inside to the merchandise store to get warm and avoid frostbite, which at this point, was indeed a reality. JC flagged down a security guy in a golf cart who eventually found it (much to my shock, it had not been stolen, wink wink), we got in the car, and savored the only Vandy bowl victory in my lifetime.

So all this to say--you need to get some religion quickly. Events of epic proportions are happening. For many Vanderbilt fans, their lives are complete as they have witnessed something that they never thought possible, that rivals the Seven Wonders of the World. Get right with God, and get right now.

In conclusion, I would like to share a Youtube video from a Vandy fan that sums up the way I felt as the seconds ticked off the clock in a way I could never describe with words. I saw grown men crying, holding their heads in their hands, and with a look of decades-long satisfaction as we finally got the 800-lb. monkey off our backs. Congrats, Vandy fans--we deserve it!

Tuesday, December 30, 2008


Who is Sacajamo? Sacajamo was an ancient Indian known for his wisdom, wit, and stunning good looks, not to mention he was a fantastic golfer. So I decided to name my blog after him in the hopes I could follow in his footsteps. Okay, so none of that is true. Sacajamo is formed by the first two letters of my kids' names (Savannah, Cassidy, & Jamison) and the first two letters of our last name--Moore. I thought that would be much more interesting than "Ramblings by Russ", "Musings by Moore" or something generic and boring.

Several people have asked me to start a blog--I think primarily so they can laugh at me and make fun--so I decided to finally bite the bullet, get into the early 2000's, and start blogging. We have several family members out of town and this will be a good way for us to keep you guys updated on what is happening with the Moore clan. But, I can tell you I am going to blog about many things, not just our family. Politics, Religion, Work, Vanderbilt Athletics and of course, Golf will probably all make it into the rotation. Some will be serious, some will be humorous, some will be total and complete fabrications. Okay, never mind on the last one--I have decided to keep it truthful for now.

Just to introduce myself and my family--my name is Russ Moore and I have lived my entire life in middle TN (mostly in Goodlettsville, just north of Nashville). I married a Southern Belle--Ginger--from Cleveland TN in 1995. We have 3 kids that have been aforementioned--Savannah, age 9, Cassidy, age 6, and Jamison--age 4. They are all very different from each other and have very unique personalities. I will try not to use this blog to brag on them TOO much, but I make no guarantees. I own my own marketing business and work from home, so I get to spend a lot of time with family, which I love. I also can work in a t-shirt and shorts and don't have to shave, which I also love. My wife is much better looking than me and has her own blog at She is a Christian women's speaker and has a ministry called Speaking Thru Me that she is partners in with a friend of hers from college. We teach a young married's class at our church we just started a couple of months ago and we are really digging it so far. Shout out to the "Connection" class. Holla if you hear me (they are all much younger than me, so I try to throw in some cool phrases like that to let them know I can relate to them on their level--I think it's working) I like to golf. I am also a Deacon at my church and serve on a couple of committees. I have two sisters that live here in G'ville with their husbands and we are all really close. My mom lives about 12 minutes away. We all go to church together and see each other several times a week. We have lots of friends we love dearly and very few enemies. Most of the enemies we have are as a result of me slashing their tires or pouring sugar in their gas tanks or stealing all their money and spending it on silly things like plasma TV's for my house. It's not my fault they can't take a joke.

Lastly, to end my first blog on a serious note--I am not sure of much in this life, but I do know for sure that I am a sinner saved by grace. My father, who abides in heaven now, was a Baptist minister, and my mother who is a schoolteacher--they were/are the two greatest influences in my life. My Dad gave me a visual example of how to be a Godly husband and father. My mother is probably the best person I have ever known. She is a loving, nurturing, wonderful person who ministers to all those she comes in contact with, no matter what their situation. She too, is an example to me of how to live out my Christian faith. I thank God continually for my Christian heritage, and I do not want to "drop the ball" when it comes to passing on those values to my children and beyond. Most of my blogs will probably have a Christian slant to it, if not overtly, then at least subconsciously, and that is because of my upbringing. Thanks Mom & Dad--for loving me through tough times, and for helping me become the man I am today.