Robbie Rose knows...Superstar Tim McGraw's mom! What a treat when Betty unexpectedly called earlier this week from her home near Jacksonville. I thought she had lost the radio station's number a long time ago. I was wrong and sure glad she took the time to check in with us.
Once again, this brings back great memories when Tim was just getting started in country radio. Some of you may not know that Tim's mom and dad, Betty and Tug, met when Tug played ball for the Jacksonville Suns. If you want all the juicy details, Betty wrote a book about their lives. In the book, she talks about calling the radio station to get Tim's songs played on air. Actually, I think every one of Tim's family called in! They knew and now we all know what a superstar Tim was destined to be.
Betty's book published in 1996
Betty's book announcement at Metropolitan Park aboard the Annabelle Lee
Superstar Moms - Betty "McMom" Trimble (2nd from left) and the late Colleen Brooks, Garth's mom (4th from left)
Tim McGraw and Jeff Foxworthy at CMA week - 1998
What a great weekend! It was going so good. Kicked off the weekend Friday night at the Jaguars game. So we lost, what's new. It was the first time my wife and I went to a game by ourselves. Date night!
Saturday was family day. Went down to my in-laws in Green Cove Springs with 27 others to celebrate my mother-in-law's, Betty Foster, birthday. Great food, great desserts, and great family time. Really!
Now, remember I said "it was going so good"? When we got home, I walked out back and saw something strange in the pool. OMG! Not only was there a dead armadillo in the bottom of the pool but there was lots of armadillo poop too. Must of scared the poop out of it when it couldn't get out! I'd like to thank my sweet wife Terri for bagging it up for me while I spent several hours cleaning the pool. Nobody's diving in for a while.
Seems I'm always getting myself roped into things I really don't want to do. Like this stupid blog. But I'll take one for the team because I'm a TEAM player and there's no I in team. At least that's what management tells me.
With the first Jaguar football game this week, it brought back one of those 'roped in' memories that happened almost 20 years ago. My radio partner at the time, Catfish (AKA John Richards), announced that if Jacksonville got an NFL football team, we'd become Hooter's girls at the Landing. Oh, crap, it happened. We got a team. What a "hoot". Go Jags!