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. <= YOU ARE HERE
5 games: Convert.
6+ games: Zealot!
|Not entirely chattel...|
Which is to say, you expected maybe perfection? Hold that thought.
We spent last weekend in Virginia, visiting daughter Ryan, where we visited Monticello. And immersed ourselves in all things Jeffersonian, including The Paradox That Was The Man:
- Mr. "All Men Are Created Equal" and Mr. Committed Slaveholder Who Only Freed 5 (Count 'em 5!) on his deathbed
- Mr. Big Brain, Architect / Lover of Isaac Newton & John Locke and Mr. I'm Not So Good With Money, Dieing ~$2.5MM (today's $) in Debt.
- And let's not forget, Father of the American Vineyard.
Song of the Week
The song depicts my confused, contradictory inner dialogue while watching this particular game… optimistic rationalization challenged by loads of history-based self-doubt. And who didn't feel pangs of "uh oh, here we go again" when the early turnovers started piling up.
"One of these days your eyes will close and pain will disappear
One of these days you will forget to hope and learn to fear.
But it's alright
Yeah it's alright
I said it's alright.
Easy for you to say
Your heart has never been broken
Your pride has never been stolen
Not yet not yet…"
I remain undaunted.
Word of the Month
- Pertaining to one who speaks in a highly ambiguous manner.
Used in a sentence: With the Honor Code investigation dragging on to an interminable degree, Young Terry settled back awaiting to hear the school's flexiloquent explanation of their final, and presumably, punitive judgments.
Quote of the Month
Rightly or wrongly, one wonders if that insight doesn't come to bear with The Frozen Five's Fate.
The Executive summary: After a bye week, what to expect. Not that. Crazy kids. Live by Everett, die by Everett. But did you really ever worry that we were gonna lose? That this was gonna be another Meadowlands Navy game? I didn't.
- Dubious start.
- The Syracuse team, with their uniforms from K-Mart, were like the yappy little dog that would run up to Buddy with a ridiculous Joe Pesci 'you want a piece of me' attitude. (And Buddy use to look at me with a perplexed "Really? I poo bigger than these dogs…" look.)
- By the way, 'The Cuse' is just about the stupidest nickname going. Almost as bad as a school taking their nickname after a tree.
- Defense looks great. Fast. How can you not like the way they play?
- Trumbetti. Play-ah.
- O-line changes: okay so Rome wasn't built in a day…
- Kelly: I'm gonna keep running the same play until you stop overloading the box. Loved it.
- Every pass to CJ Prosise is an adventure.
- Corey Robinson: I'm a big fan.
- Kinda agree w George Whitfield: "glad Everett's had some adversity…" But moderation in everything, George.
- Torii Hunter, your table is ready.
- Why I like Kirk H: he totally owned his original 7 win prediction for ND. (Anyone who thinks he is anti-ND has no credibility to me.)
- Desmond Howard on the other hand… not talking much about the Maize & Blue, are we Dez?
Not exactly how one wanted to head into Stanford - but perhaps good for getting the team's attention in a 'you're not as good as you think you are' way?
An English Major Walks Into A Bar...
Precious little Indian Summer time left in the Midwest - when else when I be able to have this beverage?
One Hundred Beers of Solitude (1967)
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Pressing hard on the symbolism pedal, Marquez uses the colors yellow and gold like a weaver, threading death and wealth throughout a story of inevitable decline*. Borrowing his palette, pairing South America's most famous beer - Cusquena, the "gold of the Incas" - with a cheery, yellow lemonade.
In other words, a shandy! So lightweight, you can water your solitude down with a hundred of these bad boys, give or take your dignity.
- 3 oz. carbonated lemonade (ginger ale works too)
- 8 oz. light beer
- 2 dashes Angostura bitters
*any metaphorical resemblance to ND football is purely coincidental.
No (real) worries anymore about Everett dominating this award after all. But who then for this week? Certainly Will Fuller made a big impact. And the defense was stout.
I say Corey Robinson. Right about now, he's the only guy I trust to consistently catch the ball, made several catches that kept drives alive. Plus I love the neon mohawk 'do.
28 Rice - W
6 Michigan - W
13 Purdue (Indianapolis) W
27 @Syracuse (MetLife) W
11 North Carolina
8 @Arizona State
Status quo - huzzah! Let me know if I've missed anyone who's sent me money...
“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.
|Daryl, Dave M|
is a place...
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|
|JP,, Ted, Mike C, Jerry C, Tim C, Bob R, Tim S, Jim S, Jay, Jim B|
Once In A Lifetime
"And you may ask yourself, how did I get here?
Same as it ever was..."
How did we get to this point of near constant mediocrity?
|Brian W, Jim T, Jerry P, Tom, Kevin M, Garrett, Mark, Mike G|
|John, Ray, Blair, Alvin, Dave, Ryan, Randy, Dennis|
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.
“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.
“Run run run run
run run run away…
Oh oh ohhhhhh...
ay yai yai
Dad is just staring at the TV.
He's not even paying attention to the game.
And he's drooling.
Michigan. Do I feel bad for my beloved daughter's alma mater, who seems to just incur one self-inflicted wound after another? Absolutely not.
Oregon. Really surprised they're eligible this week but I'll take it even if just increases the SEC's "we're the only conference that matters" rhetoric. (They might be right.) Oh and I hate your uniforms.
Penn State. Perhaps you celebrated your bowl eligibility a tad early?
Is Idiocy a God-given right?
1. Jameis. Honestly, do I even need a reason anymore? But dressing for a game you know you're suspended is a start.
2. CJ Spiller. Two words that no NFL'er wants to hear these days, worse than 'drug test', is 'domestic assault'. Or 'sexual assault'.
3. Anthony Wunder. Who? He's the knucklehead who ran onto the Ohio State field last weekend, got body slammed by an Assistant Coach (and former OSU LB) and now might lose his Evans Scholarship. Dumb. Ass.
This Day In 1995
OJ Simpson is acquitted in the dearth of his wife and her friend, Ronald Gildman, despite the fact that, I mean, come on…
And weirdly, also today in 2008: OJ is convicted on several felony counts, including kidnapping, robbery, burglary and assault with a deadly weapon -- all in connection with a Las Vegas hotel room robbery.
Karma. Better late than never.
Truth be told, this is about the only time of year that I pay close attention to professional baseball. But it gets really great really fast. So with that in mind…
50 years ago tonight, Bob Gibson took the mound for the Cardinals to start the final weekend of the regular season in a tight pennant race, and lost 1-0 to the Mets.
Two days later, he won the pennant clinching game with four innings of scoreless relief. He then earned two World Series wins, including Game 7, throwing 27 innings against the Yankees.
All told, from 10/2 to 10/15, GIBSON PITCHED 39 INNINGS OVER 14 DAYS.
Only one pitcher in major league history pitched at least that many innings over a 14 day span, topped off by winning the clinching game of the WS: Dizzie Dean, also for the Cardinals, in 1934.
Today's pitchers are such total wussies.