After two years of football seasons, the Boys and I (along with dozens of our neighborhood residents) have had enough with the Citadel cannon!
Work last week was extremely busy. By Friday afternoon I was hanging on to weekend dreams. Lounging all day, catching up on writing, reading, and just relaxing with Lee and those two adorable Doods we live with!
As I gleefully bounced downstairs Saturday morning to make a doodle*licious cup of coffee, I saw from the front door – what looked like Citadel football activity. #ohnowillrobinson
Harley and I stepped outside on the porch (in disbelief) to check out the frolicking sounds of “pre” tail-gate set-up…
You see, we live directly across the street from the stadium. Which is where the cadets drag the cannon for all their home games.
I hollered to Lee –
Hey babe, tell me there’s not a football game today!
His response was extra short but said it all –
I was heart broken.
SATURDAY PLANS –
My fantasy Saturday plans had now vanished. Poof! #doodlesmoke
Now – whether I wanted to or not – Harley, Jaxson and I must leave our happy home for an entire afternoon. I do this to purposely avoid watching them scramble in agony searching endlessly for refuge in a corner, under a chair, or behind a table – fearful of the next loud boom that rattles our windows.
This occurs seven or eight Saturdays between September and the end of November every year!
I drink my coffee, get dressed and make new plans for the day.
Without looking at my watch, I know time is drawing near because Jaxson starts to smell the barbecue grills cranking up…
Once the crowds begin to grow, and the announcer can be heard loud and clear from the stadium, the Boys become restless and I know it’s time to leave our humble abode…
We love where we live and I love being home.
I also enjoy a competitive football game, especially on the collegiate level.
But for all that is humane to babies, small children and family pets – I cannot understand why we are forced to endure this “tradition” each and every year – at every game!
WORST THAN THUNDER –
If your pet suffers with anxiety during inclement weather, trust me, the cannon is worst than thunder.
When bad weather approaches, research has proven dogs (among other animals) are aware as the barometric pressures change. They can detect thunder along with other aggressive weather conditions far earlier than you or I.
With the cannon, the only warning is the roar of the crowd.
The Citadel cannon (along with gun-fire) occurs at the –
- beginning of the game
- touch downs
- field goals
- end of the game
I want to support our local team yet I dread those home games when they play a lesser opponent. #knowhatImean
WHY THE CANNON? –
As you’re reading this and find yourself asking – why the cannon? Let me tell you – that’s an excellent question! Yet there isn’t any real convincing answer.
According to the Citadel –
During Citadel Home Football Games, the Battery supports the team by firing one of two 6lb. black powder cannons when the Bulldogs score a touchdown. Then, when the extra point is scored “Boomer” the touchdown cannon is fired for the extra point.The Citadel
Am I the only person who finds this “loudly” inconsiderate in a residential area?
Apparently not! On game Saturdays as season ticket holders drive around in circles looking for parking, residents with small children and pets are getting into their cars on what I call “forced fun outings.”
We literally choose to vacate our houses for several hours to ensure our babies (both humankind and fur) will not be frightened in their own homes.
FORCED FUN OUTINGS –
Fortunately, I was able to change their grooming appointment from Sunday to Saturday.
But I wasn’t able to have it coincide with the start of the game, so we left at noon vs. 2pm.
Woof Gang Bakery & Grooming is a fun place for them. Jaxson is allowed to taste test the treat bowls…
And they both adore Abbey their bather…
While they get a bath and ton’s of TLC, I run errands and stay in close proximity so I can scoop them up when they’re ready.
It’s 3:00pm. The game is still in the first half, so off we go to visit family on the other side of town. I packed their dinner and we stay there until the game is over – 5:00 ish.
By the time we get home, the stadium is almost empty, the tail-gaters are still enjoying themselves, but I can’t convince the Boys that the game is over and the loud boom monster has been put
back in his cage away.
Wherever I go for the rest of the day, they are like velcro. Jax’s eyes follow me with such a haunting unsure look…
The next day, they are fine, and as I work in my guest bedroom/office I can hear the heavy breathing and snoring going on behind me…
They are exhausted. And since the tents are down, the laughter, music, and clapping has been replaced with birds chirping and traffic, they rest, and I write.
WHAT NOW? –
As I stated earlier, I love my neighborhood, to include the games in the stadium, and the tennis matches across the street. It’s such fun to stand on the front porch and watch the Caribbean festival, high school and holiday parades. I reminisce when the cadets practice drills, and the schools engage in the battle of the bands.
I just don’t like this Citadel cannon! And I’m not alone. More neighbors are speaking out as we see each other loading our cars with small children and pets, leaving our homes for hours.
We are all headed to the neighborhood meeting next month. We feel it’s time our voices are heard.
I’ve decided to speak up (and out) after watching Harley’s back leg tremble like a leaf in the breeze when he heard the crowd cheer. He was bracing himself for the cannon. What broke my heart – the crowd was cheering because the cadets had entered the stadium, the game hadn’t even started. #itstimetosaysomething
There is one more home game to endure. I’ve already got my grooming appointment scheduled!
Thanks for reading.
I was born for the storm and a calm just does not suite me ❤️