It must be a Saturday thing.
One week ago, I got a good chuckle out of the program cover Hamilton County High School had put together for its football game. It proclaimed, "You are watching Fox sports."
The high school nickname is the Foxes.
This week, I had the privilege of again being at the Chrisman Cow Chip Classic cross-country meet. It's a race run in what is a cow pasture 364 days a year.
One of the proud volunteers was wearing a T-shirt which said, "Been there. Dung that."
Terry Furnish can speak to that subject. He's the Chrisman principal who arrived early on Saturday -- shovel in hand -- and helped make the course a little easier to navigate.
"How much did you move," I asked.
"Not enough," he said.
The 30 or so cows who like to graze -- and do a few other things -- in the field just west of the high school were in a holding pen during the 3 hours of the race.
One got loose, but at last report, had not finished the course.
Furnish's Saturday morning task was a little tougher because the cows had been out all night and there were plenty of indications about that throughout the 3-mile race area.
Doesn't that give a little different meaning to the expression, "to the victor goes the spoils."