My Great Grandaddy, Melvin, saw the last bare-knuckle World Championship Boxing Match between John Corbett and John L. Sullivan. Impressed by the fight, he decided to cleverly label his blue-eyed, black-haired son, with the unmistakable title of...Corbett Sullivan. Corbett, a man who was used to people obeying his wishes, was determined that his new grandson was going to be named something memorable as was he. So, in order to commemorate the seventh generation of Smith County Sullivans he demanded that my parents dubb the newborn "KING SULLIVAN". Despite much protest, my strong willed, red-headed, brown-eyed momma, whose maiden name was King, declared that her only son was to be called...Matthew. Needless to say, she won. Thus, I was given a common name. I guess she finally decided for the first time that my Grandaddy had quite possibly been right when her son's T-ball team of fifteen players consisted of five boys all named Matthew.
