After a while I seen what it was they was odd-manning for. Then a convict come over to where they was a-standin’, and he took out a quarter, and they commenced to odd man right there! They did. They voted and elected one man apiece, and them two men come out in the middle of that cow pasture and shook hands like they hadn’t seen one another in a long time. When I got there again I seen that them men had got in two little bitty bunches down there real close together, and they voted.
Well, he whopped me on the back and he says, “Buddy, have a drink!” “Well,” I says, “I believe I will have another big orange.” And I got it and set back down.
And everybody where I was a-settin’ got up and hollered! And about that time, 30 or 40 come runnin’ out of the other end of that outhouse, and the other bank-full, they got up and hollered.Īnd I asked this fella that was a sittin’ beside of me, “Friend, what is it that they’re a-hollerin’ for?” I did.Ībout the time I got set down good, I looked down there and I seen 30 or 40 men come a-runnin’ out of one end of a great big outhouse down there. And then I looked down there, I seen these pretty girls wearin’ these little bitty short dresses and a-dancing around, and so I sit down and thought I’d see what it was that was a-going to happen. Somebody had took and drawed white lines all over it and drove posts in it, and I don’t know what-all, and I looked down there, and I seen five or six convicts a-running up and down and a-blowing whistles. And what I seen was this whole raft of people a-sittin’ on these two banks and a-lookin’ at one another across this pretty little green cow pasture. Well, we kept on a-moving through there, and pretty soon everybody got where it was that they was a-going, because they parted and I could see pretty good. Well, he says, “Come out as quick as you can.”Īnd I says, “I’ll do ’er I’ll turn right around the first chance I get.” Well, we commenced to go through all kinds of doors and gates and I don’t know what-all, and I looked up over one of ’em and it says, “North Gate.” We kept on a-going through there, and pretty soon we come up on a young boy and he says, “Ticket, please.”Īnd I says, “Friend, I don’t have a ticket I don’t even know where it is that I’m a-going!” I did. Well, friends, they commenced to move, and there wasn’t so much that I could do but move with them. I went up and got me two hot dogs and a big orange drink, and before I could take a mouthful of that food, this whole raft of people come up around me and got me to where I couldn’t eat nothing, up like, and I dropped my big orange drink.
Andy griffith football story from 1953 Patch#
So we got off the truck and followed this little bunch of people through this small little bitty patch of woods there, and we come up on a big sign. Different ones of us thought that we ought to get us a mouthful to eat before we set up the tent. We was going to hold a tent service off at this college town, and we got there about dinnertime on Saturday. It was back last October, I believe it was. Nearly seven decades since its release, Deacon Andy’s words may have faded from memory, but his humor and masterful storytelling remain.
While living in the Triangle, the 1949 UNC graduate composed “What It Was, Was Football,” a folksy yarn about a country deacon’s first football game.Ĭhapel Hill-based Colonial Records released the story, as told by “Deacon Andy Griffith,” on Novemthe same day the Tar Heels lost 34-14 to the Notre Dame Fighting Irish.Īs the popularity of the record soared (it eventually sold more than 1 million copies), so did Griffith’s success.
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