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Friday, September 19, 2014

Week 3: "Moving On. Nothing To See Here..."

As many of you know, I've been spending a great deal of time in airports this summer.  Literally every week on a plane. In terms of sheer number of trips, maybe more than I ever have in my career.

So I have had a lot of time to hang out, people watch. And there's been one consistent theme to which I keep returning:


Ohio State, Class of '98
I can't possibly be as unattractive as these people.  

On a scale of Clooney-to-Circus Freak, I think I'm comfortably somewhere in the middle of the bell curve.  Granted, I'm spending almost all my time in Columbus so my sample size is limited.   Perhaps I'm overstating my personal aesthetics. One guy I saw last week, proudly decked out in OSU Scarlett & Grey from head to toe was (and I'm stealing from a passage I once read), "ripplingly obese, more seal than human."   

Another fellow was sporting a hairstyle that could only be described as early Lyle Lovett, with a fashion sensibility to match.   But boy, did he think he was stylin'.

Go Buckeyes.

The point is, I think it's important to have a certain level of self-awareness. And when it comes to ND football, I've refined a rough guideline that works for me, allowing me to avoid making any sweeping judgments about competency before compiling a suitable number of data points:

1 game:  That was pleasing.
2 games:  You've gotten my attention.
3 games:  Don't toy w my emotions.
4 games:  I'm buying in. 
5 games:  Convert.
6+ games:  Zealot!

Which is to say, I'm not yet making any grand proclamations but even with last week's middling performance, things definitely look like they're trending up.

Song of the Week

Three, no four things about Purdue...
Whenever I think of Purdue, three four things come immediately to mind:

1.  Awesome Veterinary Tech program from which equally awesome daughter Ryan graduated.
2.  Even more awesome Engineering program, especially if one aspires to orbit the earth.
3.  Pain in the butt football team that always plays us tough no matter how bad they are.
4.  Dangerously close to unnervingly backward southern Indiana.

And it's with that last thought that I offer you Guadalcanal Diary's "Cattle Prod", a paean to the outdoor life which reminds us that a special relationship can be dimensionalized in a variety of ways.  (Thanks, James A., for introducing me to this song lo those many years ago.)



"Got Flossie and Bossie and Rosebud too.
They swish their tails and they all say moo
Well when I do my milkin, feel my temperature rise
I see a little twinkle in those big brown eyes
I got a caddle prod..."

C'mon Bossie.

Word of the Month 
Debacchate (v.)

To rage as though wildly drunk, whether one is or isn't.

Used in a sentence:  Despite the less than awe inspiring start to the Purdue game, Young Terry refused to debacchate, seeing as it was still early in the season and not yet official Single Malt Season.

Quote of the Month 

"No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness."
Aristotle


I ponder that often whenever I speak with any of you and hear talk of sconces, golf grips and cloud formations.


Game Day.

The Executive summary:  Everyone expected more. Crushing, euphoric superiority vs. a weak Big 10 team, for godssakes.  It didn't happen.  One has to believe a letdown was inevitable after Michigan.  One doesn't have to believe (although I do) that some teams just play you tough. Then there's all the injuries / missing persons.  We're not THAT deep or that good.  Yet.   

I'm too sexy for my shirt...
Specifically re the game: 

  • Are those grey pullovers the best Under Armour can do?
  • Hold the praise on the O-line for the time being.
  • BK is a pass happy kind of guy.  Not sure he'll ever have a genuine commitment to running the ball.
  • I'm ready to retire the long lateral pass on 3rd and short, how about you?
  • Drops. Still. This will cost us.
  • 2nd half D was encouraging.
  • Another reason to like BVG:  adjustments.
  • Stop me if you've heard this before: Jaylon is really fast. And really good.
  • Not sure we win w/o Everett.  Of all his many attributes, I hope we all appreciate that he never seems to risk an INT.
  • Baratti = China Doll.  Time to hang it up, son.
  • 16 point win and consider this:
INJURED / OUT
WR Amir Carlisle
WR Davaris Daniels
WR Torii Hunter
OL Christian Lombard
DE Ishaq Williams
LB Kendall Moore
S Eilar Hardy
CB KeiVarae Russell
CB Cole Luke
LB Jarrett Grace
S Nick Baratti
DE Andrew Trumbetti
S Austin Collinsworth

Timing is everything. Really happy to have the bye week.

An English Major Walks Into A Bar...

Still in a semi-southern state of mind, I'm reminded that I once took a course on William Faulkner.  It could've been subtitled,  "Understanding The Dysfunction That Is The SEC:  A Primer."  

But I digress.
The Sound And The Slurry (1929)

 by William Faulkner

A southern family's tragic downfall told from three distinct voices - with a final, omniscient chapter - The Sound And The Fury became popular only after one of Faulkner's later novels took off.   With unreliable narrators who zigzag between suicidal impulses, mental handicaps and an eye-crossing use of italics    HEY, I RESEMBLE THOSE REMARKS    this one may have helped earned its author a Nobel but it's no summer-at-the-beach read.  

Set in a fictional Mississippi town dealing with very factual post-Civil War growing pains, The S&F inspires a cocktail that hangs on furiously to a traditional southern recipe - because some things are best left unexamined.
  • 2 oz. gin
  • 1/2 oz. creme de cassis
  • 1/2 oz. lemon juice
Shake the ingredients with ice and strain into a cocktail glass.  Alternatively, serve on the rocks and start planning that road trip to The Grove... (we'll show you dysfunction, northern-style.)

Buddy's Buddies

Stop me if you've heard this before. Everett. Everett. Everett.

But that's not where Buddy's affections are headed this week.

Rather to the guy I'm designating as this year's Cam McDaniel (i.e., the player you'd swear is a liability because they do nothing great except they keep showing up, making plays until you can't ignore it)...  maybe never spectacular.  But maybe one doesn't need spectacular all the time.  How about just dependable.  

And maybe, actually, pretty damn good. 

Joe Schmidt, come on down.  (Thanks, Bry, for the suggestion.)

2014 Schedule

August
28      Rice - W

September
6       Michigan  -   W
13     Purdue (Indianapolis)   W
27     @Syracuse (MetLife)

October 
4      Stanford
11    North Carolina
18    @FSU

November
  1   @Navy
  8   @Arizona State 
15    Northwestern
22    Louisville
29   @USC

The Wager: 
People are starting to give me their $25 and I'm highlighting below.  Let me know if I've missed anyone...



Wins


Song


Representative Lyric


ND Application 

Contestant 

prediction
12

“Here's your ticket,

Pack your bag.

Time for jumpin' overboard...”

Man Oh Man Oh Man... if we win this much, something's getting lit up!

Starting with me. 


Bryan
11
Daryl, Dave M
10
Heaven


“Heaven... 
 is a place... 

where nothing...

nothing ever happens...”

Boy, attaining this level of consistent, calm excellence... 

I could get used to.
Kevin C, Terry, Lini, Jerry W, Peter, Rob W
9
JP,, Ted, Mike C, Jerry C, Tim C, Bob R, Tim S, Jim S, Jay, Jim B
8
Once In A Lifetime


"And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?

Same as it ever was..."

8-5... again?! 

How did we get to this point of near constant mediocrity?


Brian W, Jim T, Jerry P, Tom, Kevin M, Garrett, Mark, Mike G
7
John, Ray, Blair, Alvin, Dave, Ryan, Randy, Dennis
6
The Big Country


“I wouldn't live there if you paid me. 

I couldn't live that, no siree..."

Both 'A' Lot and ND football - gone the way of the dinosaur.

I need to make some profound changes in my life.
Matt
5

4
No Compassion


“They say compassion is a virtue... 



But I don't have the time.”

Empathy for our pathetic football program is over-rated.  

I am so done.  


Hello, lacrosse.

3

2
Psycho Killer  


“Run run run run 
run run run away…



Oh oh ohhhhhh... 
ay yai yai 
yai yai...”

Dad is just staring at the TV.

He's not even paying attention to the game.

And he's drooling.

1


Schadenfreude Time
Quality over quantity in a week where most everyone schedules a patsy:

USC.  Just how much fun was that to watch?

Georgia.   Even though I hold no true animosity against this program, gotta have to enjoy the opening it provides for ND in moving on up...

Terry's Trolls
What if idiocy were a power source?

1.  Drew Sharp.  Detroit Free Press sportswriter, still doesn't include Notre Dame on his top 25 AP ballot this week. The first week was, one assumes, a statement of some sort.  Two weeks is just showing your ignorance.

2.  Adrian Peterson.  This represents an interesting grey area... I haven't seen his son's injuries but I'm going to guess they're bad enough to warrant all the condemnation he's receiving.    

That said, on paper, what he did was not too far away from The Kay Corrigan School of Four Son Maintenance.  (I'm pretty sure Dr. Tim was one of the first to participate in the early waterboarding trials and look how he turned out.)

 3. Roger Goodell / NFL.  Could you be handling this any worse?  And how SF defends Ray McDonald is beyond me...


4.  Tom Burish & ND's Academic Council Or Whatever.  If one wanted to clarify who's in charge, I think we get it now.  And I believe you when you say this is complicated.  But after, what, six weeks, you can't commit to a timetable, a due date?  Silence isn't breeding acquiescence.



This Month in 1964
Jean-Paul Sartre turns down the Nobel Prize for Literature.  Clove cigarette-smoking Philosophy majors briefly rejoice before realizing again that Life Has No Meaning.





Final Thought
Gone but not forgotten. 





 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Week 2: Tapping The Brakes

"It's only Tuesday?!"
So many people to thank, so little time, for what was almost literally a week of fun that, by midnight Saturday, felt like a month:  Raz, Ray, Grules, Peter, Cinco, Jim, Lini, Jay, coach Hoke...

What a week.  Best told in pictures since I remember precious little of the specifics.

But first a digression... in light of the Academic Investigation That Will Not End, allow me to pose a hypothetical:

Say there's a young, impressionable freshman - for sake of argument we'll say he's from Iowa - who nearly immediately finds himself in the wrong academic track and definitely in the wrong Calculus class.  He struggles.  A lot.  His frequent refrain of "I was told there'd be no math..." falls on deaf ears.  But he meets a charismatic, self-assured classmate from - again merely for sake of the story line - Alliance, Ohio.  "Wow, doesn't that place sound upscale!" the naive Iowan thinks.   

Cutting to the chase:  as the semester spirals downward, from academic mediocrity to worse, the Iowan resorts to looking on Alliance Man's (AM) papers during quizzes.  Suffice to say, it turns out AM wasn't quite the smarty pants Iowa Boy thought.  The ultimate lose-lose. Both self-esteem and GPA down the tubes.

The End.

So what is it that the lad in question more guilty of:  breaking the Honor Code or breaking the Stupidity Code?

This, of course, is not a real example.  In Reality, Iowa Boy and Alliance Man went with Kansas City Man and Massapequa Man to Joanne, The TA, who got all of us through, barely.

The point of the story?  That maybe things truly never are as bad or as good as it seems.  And as an active practitioner of "Moderation In Everything, Including Moderation", I suggest this:  that - after two really nice performances in which we all reveled to a ridiculous degree - perhaps we shouldn't be looking too far ahead.  Instead, just enjoy the ride.  They're a fun team to watch.

Song of the Week
"I say, Terry, is that Pearl Jam on the radio..."
This game calls for a happy song - the kind that when I hear them in a car I risk speeding tickets and fantasize about a glorious top down, full throttle Thelma & Louise launch over the Grand Canyon, singing this song at the top of my lungs...  

(Note to reader:  you've been duly forewarned.  A ditch will be the least of your worries.)

Back on point, it's a song that famously has no wholly fixed lyrics - basically it's whatever Eddie Vedder wants to make up at the time - except for the lyrics below... the first being how I feel every year with the Michigan game and the second on how I now feel about 16 hour night game experiences.  

Hope you enjoy the song!

"I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag...

I know and I know, I don't wanna stay."


Word of the Month 
Apricate (v.)

To spend time basking in the sun.

Used in a sentence:  With 12 hours to apricate before kickoff, Young Terry should've worried more about sunstroke than inebriation.

Quote of the Month 

"It's not a pretty face, I grant you.  But underneath it's flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character..."
Oscar Levant


That pretty much sums up the state of the 2014 Wolverine football program.




Thursday Night

Linipalooza 


"What they're wearing in the Hamptons, Ter."
I knew the evening was going to be interesting when - before I even got to the party - I hear:
a) "Mom forgot her shirt."  (Excuse me?)
and 
b) "Cincotta wants to know if everyone is going to be wearing pants..." (Of course he does.)

'Bloody Mary Man' goes to work.
This, also after JP has texted, saying his sconces send their love.  Or that he really loves his sconces and he wants the world to know it.  I'm not sure which.  Maybe both. 

Then seeing Peter slap on the gloves and tell me "this'll only take a second..."  Yikes.

And of course, The Petting Farm.  One look on those little barnyard animals' faces of resignation and one wonders how Stockholm Syndrome wasn't named Dillon Depression.
"Teach me, sensei."
Anal leakage.  It's a real disease.
These sheep aren't so much nervous as defeated..



 

 






And a final, plaintive plea:  "Please, Bob, don't make me go to Biv for a grip check..."

 

Friday - Respite
"You're not from around here, are you?"
Jerry, Terry and Peter play golf.  

The few, the proud.

Laughs were had.

Big money exchanged - until no one could make change for a $1.

Cocktails in the bar.

Off to South Bend and Scotchlandia.

Game Day.

 
The Executive summary:  We're pretty good.  And gonna get better.  Michigan is not pretty good and probably made us look better than maybe we are - sometimes significantly better.  
The October schedule still looks a little daunting but at least going into it undefeated seems far more likely than not.  Specifically re the game:
  • I think it's appropriate to be upset about the two blown early timeouts.  But it's also worth keeping in mind (as Cincotta might say), they're crazy kids. They're gonna do stuff that makes you want to set your hair on fire.

  • I hope everyone appreciates the complete 180 degree change in special teams.  Every one of them. A total competitive advantage now.  And Brindza's leg is unbelievable.
  • WR's:  other than Amir and Robinson, not exactly The All-Hands team, are the?  I'm sorry but catching 2 out 3 isn't going to cut it. 



Freshmen power:  Hill, Tranquill, Cage, Trumbetti... all playing early, often and well. 











"Tell them Scotland is free!"
  • Amir, rockin' the Braveheart look. Love it. And finally looking like the player we thought we were getting two years ago.  Better late than never.

  • Everett's really good.  Maybe really, really good. But the 2nd half seemed to suggest he's also still a work-in-progress.
  • Jaylon is The Man.  How nice is it to see a 5-star recruit actually be a 5-star player.
The ridiculously good looking Zoolander family

  • Anyone notice the hugs between Kelly and Van Gorder at game's end? I don't recall BK showing that level of affection before.  Not sure of what significance that is... 

  • Still not impressed with Kathryn Tappen.  And NBC, I do hold a grudge. Ask anyone in my family. 


An English Major Walks Into A Bar...

There's only one theme for this game - Revenge!  Best served cold (and with horseradish):

Bloody Carrie

 by Stephen King

As I've told Jim Thompson in the past, children can be so cruel.  16 yr. old Carrie White is already a social outcast when she adds every girl's nightmare to the list:  having her first period in a gym class shower.  Eek.  It gets messier from there, with scheming teens setting Carrie up to win prom queen, only to crown her not with a tiara but -- and you can't get this at Wal-Mart -- with pig's blood.

Little do her fellow classmates know about her secret telekinetic powers (note to self: insert Everett Golson secret powers analogy here) and our heroine buttons Stephen King's first novel with a decent impression of Satan going through puberty. 

Spice up a legendary drink with ingredients even a schoolgirl has on hand -- though there's no way you're serving this one virgin.
    5 oz.  tomato juice
    2 oz. vodka
    1/2 oz. lime juice
    1/2 tspn. Worcestershire sauce
    1/4 tspn. wasabi paste
    3 dashes hot sauce
    salt and pepper, to taste

    Add the ingredients to a shaker with ice.  Shake well and strain over fresh ice in a Collins glass.   Finish with a celery stalk or pickle and toast those underrated who ultimately get the last laugh.

    NOTE:  This in not the Behrens' recipe.  No way am I giving away that State Secret. 

    Buddy's Buddies

    There was a point during the latter half of the 2nd quarter when Everett was surgically taking Michigan apart when I thought to myself, "there's no rule in that says the same guy can't win the Buddy's Buddy award every single week..."

    But at that point, I hadn't seriously considered the team actually pitching a shut out either. Ever shutting anyone out, truth be told. 

    I also hadn't considered ever being a fan of anyone who's an acolyte of Rex Ryan.  But I am now.  BVG's playing a lot of young kids, they're figuring it out and they're having fun all at the same time.  As impressive as the 2nd half pressure was, I was equally taken by the significant Game 1-to-2 improvement in defensive backfield communication.  (Making me wonder if Collingsworth (and his limited athleticism) is gonna make it back on the field if Farley / Shumate et al keep playing this well. 

    At any rate, well done coach VG.  Buddy always appreciated intelligence.  Not that he was around much with me.

    2014 Schedule

    August
    28      Rice - W

    September
    6       Michigan  -   W
    13     Purdue (Indianapolis)
    27     @Syracuse (MetLife Stadium)

    October 
    4      Stanford
    11    North Carolina
    18    @FSU

    November
      1   @Navy
      8   @Arizona State 
    15    Northwestern
    22    Louisville
    29   @USC

    The Wager: 
    People are starting to give me their $25 and I'm highlighting below.  Let me know if I've missed anyone...



    Wins


    Song


    Representative Lyric


    ND Application 

    Contestant 

    prediction
    12

    “Here's your ticket,

    Pack your bag.

    Time for jumpin' overboard...”

    Man Oh Man Oh Man... if we win this much, something's getting lit up!

    Starting with me. 


    Bryan
    11
    Daryl, Dave M
    10
    Heaven


    “Heaven... 
     is a place... 

    where nothing...

    nothing ever happens...”

    Boy, attaining this level of consistent, calm excellence... 

    I could get used to.
    Kevin C, Terry, Lini, Jerry W, Peter, Rob W
    9
    JP,, Ted, Mike C, Jerry C, Tim C, Bob R, Tim S, Jim S, Jay, Jim B
    8
    Once In A Lifetime


    "And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?

    Same as it ever was..."

    8-5... again?! 

    How did we get to this point of near constant mediocrity?


    Brian W, Jim T, Jerry P, Tom, Kevin M, Garrett, Mark, Mike G
    7
    John, Ray, Blair, Alvin, Dave, Ryan, Randy, Dennis
    6
    The Big Country


    “I wouldn't live there if you paid me. 

    I couldn't live that, no siree..."

    Both 'A' Lot and ND football - gone the way of the dinosaur.

    I need to make some profound changes in my life.
    Matt
    5

    4
    No Compassion


    “They say compassion is a virtue... 



    But I don't have the time.”

    Empathy for our pathetic football program is over-rated.  

    I am so done.  


    Hello, lacrosse.

    3

    2
    Psycho Killer  


    “Run run run run 
    run run run away…



    Oh oh ohhhhhh... 
    ay yai yai 
    yai yai...”

    Dad is just staring at the TV.

    He's not even paying attention to the game.

    And he's drooling.

    1


    Schadenfreude Time
    This was like Karma's Big Payback after so many close games last week.  But I'm still going to try and be disciplined in my selection:

    Ohio State.  Most of you probably know this but it's sooo much fun repeating:  Urban has lost three of his last four games.   The only downside: with their fans, you know something's getting torched. 
     
    Michigan State.   Like Verbal Kint would say, 'then poof your BCS playoff chances are gone...'

    Stanford.  Mike Frank tells me that I should be happier for The Cardinal losing than the Trojans because we probably compete for more recruits against them and the more they get taken down a peg, the better for us.  That's good enough for me.  Plus I think David Shaw is a big grouchy-pants who should experience adversity as often as humanly possible.


    Terry's Trolls
    A veritable cornucopia of idiots this week:

    1.  Drew Sharp.  Detroit Free Press sportswriter, who doesn't include Notre Dame on his top 25 AP ballot this week.  What are you,  a petulant 12 yr. old?

    2.  Ray Rice.  Holy cow.  

     3. Roger Goodell.  Boy do you have some esplainin' to do.  And you suspended Sean Payton for a freaking year because "he should've known..."  What's your penalty?


    "I once caught a fish this big..."
    4.  Pat Haden.  Wow, the only candidate ever nominated by public proclamation.  I use to like you.  Now I don't even know you, girlfriend.  And I sure as hell don't know what you thought you were accomplishing by running down from the press box to argue with a ref.  Just pointless.  And demeaning - your coach texts you so you come a-runnin'?  Have a little dignity.

    And if ND doesn't resolve this Academic Investigation, they're ending up here next week.

    This Week in 1698

    Czar Peter I of Russia imposes a tax on beards.  

    "You got taxed?!  That's not even real..."

    I'm not sure if anyone has ever tried to do this again but a similar plan could bring in boatloads of dough at World Series time.




    Final Thought

    While everyone was scurrying off to the game, one of us was participating in a noble cause, check this out:



    Nice job, Jer.