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Saturday, January 16, 2016

Fiesta Bowl: Get Happy!



I know what Love is.  

I also know what Happiness is, starting with turning 59 and having your annual physical where the doctor snaps off that rubber glove and say, "you're good."  Huzzah!  It's the... simple things in Life one appreciates as one gets older.

So this is a happy blog...  filled with songs (like above) and witticisms (see below) that make me smile



Someone once gave me a t-shirt that said:
  • On the front:  The Thing About Me Is... 
  • On the back:   It's All About Me.
While my family would certainly sing, "Amen, witness!" to that insight, at the time I was led to believe it was a commentary about a narcissist boss we shared. 

Maybe not.  If the t-shirt fits...

So irrespective of how The Fiesta Bowl left you - reflective, disappointed, despondent, hair-trigger psychopathic (and I've read all those emotions on ND message boards) - for me the season was a satisfying one with the future full of optimism.  Just look at what I'm anticipating:

* Scottsdale for a week of 'business' (no fan of AZ but it sure beats Chicago in January)
* Notre Dame bringing in Top 10 recruiting class (February)
* Jason Isbell at Chicago Theatre w. Lisa, Shea and the Gruleys (February)
* Terry & Lisa saying Yes! to Naples (timing tbd - March?)
* Packers drafting Jaylon Smith in a brilliant forward looking move, even if he doesn't play a down next year (April)

* New series re-boots of X-Files, Twin Peaks and Mystery Science Theater 3000 (thank you, Kickstarter)

* Trump winning the GOP nomination.


* Seeing even more of Megyn Kelly. Woof!

* A new Gruley book (maybe?)

Happiness abounds everywhere.  And that barely even gets one through golf season in Chicago, much less next football season... 


Quote of the Week




This sentiment can also be applied to my attitude towards the 2015 football season:  

-  loved having it around for four months

-  kinda glad to see it leaving now. 




End Of Season Epiphanies

Sometimes one just has to recognize when someone else can say something better than you can.  So rather than end the year on more of my superficial drivel, I'm shamelessly stealing the thoughts of the ND website proprietor whom I follow, Mike Frank - by all accounts a lovely fellow and clearly several evolutionary cycles smarter about ND football than I. 

Inasmuch as this isn't premium 'news', more like an op-ed, I don't think I'm breaking any legal or ethical rules by posting:


It's all a yearly cycle.

In the winter, we worry about all those we've lost and if ND finishes strong with recruiting. Then spring football rolls around and we panic about depth and players not emerging like we like, and the injuries. As the season gets closer we dissect the schedule and conclude there is no way ND will win more than 8 games with the murderous schedule. By the time July rolls around we're all convinced that all the problems aren't that significant and that ND is going to be better than 'the experts" think.

As the season nears and fall camp gets underway, the first season injury convinces us that we'll never finish with 10 wins with X injury and the murderous schedule we just convinced ourselves really wasn't that bad.

After 3 games and we watch other teams, we start to convince ourselves that ND can and will find their way into the playoff---that is until the first loss----and then Brian Kelly and his staff are the biggest buffoons to ever coach college football.

As the season unfolds it goes from "ND is the best team in the country" to "I'm not sure we can even beat Wake Forest."

Until the end of the regular season where we conclude that ND was close to being elite, and they're really close to being elite as a program, but "X" happened and they didn't get there, but things are looking promising next year.

Then the bowl game happens and that shapes how we feel about the state of the program until we start to panic about the close of recruiting.

So based on the current situation, we will panic the rest of the way until ND lands a surprise commitment.

So expect a bunch of grumpy bastards until ND gets some good, unexpected news, and be assured we will all panic and bed-wet until all the signees are in fold as signing day nears---that's unless a bunch of good, unexpected news comes, which isn't going to happen because we suck as the bowl game just showed us.


Happy New Year!
"You don't farm in the wet sand.
But I do..." 

Inasmuch as I don't actually know anyone who farms in the wet sand - and without meaning to sound boastful, I do know a few farmers - I believe that song is a metaphor for perhaps doing or thinking a little differently. 

So you may not agree with my optimistic sentiment.  After all, the only ranked team we ultimately beat was #18 Navy but consider the cosmic number 9... which is the combined total rank of the three teams to which we lost:  #2, #3 and #4 - the first two by 2 pts. each.  Given the injuries, that's crazy.   9 is also the number of Ohio State players who declared early for the draft, virtually all of which are certain to be Day 1 or 2 selections, suggesting a) they're really good and b) perhaps school wasn't a high priority.   9  is also the number of ND's latest generational player, Jaylon Smith, whose devastating injury certainly didn't help the Fiesta Bowl cause.

Coincidence?  I think not.


Recruiting - Down To The Wire

It's axiomatic to assume that when ND finishes the season on a down note - disappointing losses in their last two games - that recruiting is going to fizzle out as well.  Not so this year with a Top 10-looking class... probably due to a) the world seeing the effect of all the injuries (and cutting the team some slack, b) the Showtime series putting the program in a very positive light and c) virtually zero sustained rumor mongering about Kelly bolting to the NFL.  Huzzah.  

Of course, one says that, knowing another shoe has gotta drop, right? But at this point, the worst that seems possible to occur is the inevitable finishing a close-but-no-cigar 2nd choice to a few 5 star studs,  This year's candidates include:


That worked out nicely...
* Ben Davis, LB (#7 ranked player overall) - Bama legacy but visiting ND this weekend

* Caleb Kelly, LB (#17) - Fresno kid, with a name like Caleb one you'd think he'd be a lock for Oklahoma.  And he might be. 

* Demetris Robertson, WR (#23) - from GA, had SEC written all over him but seems to really, really like ND.   Let's hope he doesn't get accepted into Stanford... 

When you're top 2, you have a chance, right?  With all deciding on Signing Day, any one of these kids would rate as a Manti-esque surprise 'get' and could start from Day 1.  Well maybe not in Van Gorder's Mensa-necessary defense. 

There are a few other 4 stars that round out the Class of '16 candidate pool for the last 3-4 spots - none of them have ridiculous sounding names so why bother talking about them, really - but these are the guys you especially want to pray for. Speaking of which...

Q.  Does one ask Kay Corrigan to do her vigil candle thing - typically reserved for only sons / grandchildren in distress?


Word of the Week.

Ululate (v.)

-  wail, howl, lament loudly.

Used in a sentence:    As Jaylon Smith went down in obvious agonizing pain, Young Terry watched at home and, in an act of unsolicited solidarity, joined the star athlete in simultaneous ululation.


Nearby Valparaiso woodland creatures ran for cover, perceiving a feral wounded predator was on the loose.

Buddy's Buddy



Sometime The Football Gods - they're irritatingly real, by the way - are total dicks.  

I mean, really, for three years Jaylon Smith is the best thing on ND's defense, if not the whole team, and he barely gets a hangnail. 

His last game - hello, next stop Top 5 pick in the NFL draft and a $20M pay out - and now, you give him the ACL - MCL Adversity test?   Not fair.   Not right.  

But he's still The Man and outside of Belknap's tie-breaker performance (see below), is Buddy's bud.  

Call it a Lifetime Appreciation award. 


The 2016 Schedule

Already turning the page to next year... 


September
3       @Texas                  Austin here we come... who's with me 'n Raz?!
10     Nevada         
17     Michigan State      Linipalooza opportunity?
26     Duke                

October

1      @Syracuse       
8     @NC State         
15    Stanford         Corrigans - how about it?
29   Miami

November

5      @Navy     
12     Army 
21     Va. Tech 
28    @USC    

January 

      

Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner

And the winner is... in the closest contest EVER,  J. Belknap over R. Corrigan by virtue of the Stanford - Iowa over / under.  (If only Shaw had kept his first team defense in a little longer, Ry... yet another reason to dislike that guy.)

Well played, James, you are a virtuous champion!  

Who hasn't seen Jim make this move on the dance floor?
I
Wins
 Which Dan Are You?
ND Implication
And then there was one... 
10
THEN..


AND NOW. 







Schadenfreude Candidate of The Week


Get used to assuming this position, Trojan Nation
1.  USC.   It just doesn't get old.  Especially all of the immediate buyer's remorse about their newly hired coach (if there ever was optimism to begin with).    

And if you're like me, who believes in "moderation in everything, including moderation", you'll enjoy this bit of excess:  USC's schedule next year starts with Bama! Two weeks later, at Stanford, Utah after that... 

How will ND Nation, SoCal chapter, contain their glee in a respectful, professional manner among their Trojan neighbors and colleagues?  Not easily.

2.  Florida State.   See #1, without the dystopian future speculation.  Sadly, they'll be back.


I feel your pain.  And love it. 

3.  Michigan State.  Who didn't love seeing Sparty getting their head handed to 'em by Bama?  I'm still haunted by hearing 'Roll Tide' for three hours in Miami in '13 - hope Spartan Nation enjoyed that experience. 




Terry's Trolls




1.  Everett Golson. Grandmama dies.  You grieve.  Got it.  But for two weeks?  Hmmm.   

Can you say, "dodged a bullet", ND Nation?
2.  Reggis Ball.  Sometimes it's the little stories that give you the most pleasure.  Take Mr. Ball, for example.  Memphis DB whom probably no one ever heard of until... after their bowl game, he tackled an Auburn equipment manager and stole a football.  With a whole lot of people in the stadium watching.  And videoing.  

Kids these days.   He was subsequently (and swiftly) removed from the team.

Interestingly enough, he had a great game - 2 INT's, including one returned for a TD. 

That's Mr. Unicorn to you, partner
3.  Fluffy Unicorn.  The name alone should merit him a Buddy's buddy nomination.  Instead, as one of the spokespersons of the latest pointless we're militia-we're very badass-and very confused group that's holding out in Oregon, let me just say this:  

You're doing your Righteous Cause absolutely no good by adopting the moniker of a plush toy.



Speaking of toys... 
It's a shame about Rey...

4.  Hasbro.   No Rey in your Star Wars: Monopoly game?  WTF, Jerry?  Are we now marketing to the lucrative misogynist target?  Have you forgotten children are our future?

5.  Daejuan Funderburk.   How does one get dismissed from the West Virginia football team, you say?  It cannot be easy, you say?  Daejuan begs to differ:  simply touching the hotel maid while revealing to her your impressive...  manhood.   Okay, that'll do it.  You mean that's a bad thing, coach? Um, yeah Daejuan, it kinda is.  Even in Morgantown.

The hotel maid variable, of course, makes me think of Graham Parker's "Hotel Chambermaid" and one of my favorite European memories - remember this a happy blog - of the family driving back to Milan from Val D'Isere after a ski vacation and the daughters, ages ~14 and 11, debating their favorite Graham song in the back seat... one being in the Durban Poison camp ("the Zulu's are rising...") while the other, if memory serves, was a "Soul Corruption" advocate.  Solid choices, girls. 


At that moment, I thought to myself, I've done my job.  

But that wasn't even the best part of the trip - that was reserved for the group sing-a-long of The Clash's cover of "Pressure Drop..."  I'm sure they don't even remember.  But I do. Honestly, the things that make one happy are sometimes just inexplicable.







You probably got class credit for that, too... 
6. Stanford band.  Fueled by an entitlement that comes when one is born with a trust fund, this group has long been the Class A Douches of college football halftime entertainment.  

So when they mocked Iowa at the Rose Bowl, it wasn't particularly surprising  -  wow, cow and farmer jokes! - it still represented something pretty unnecessary. But I guess that's what they do.  

Here's some advice: if you're going to be that self-important and condescending, at least try to be original. Or didn't that come with your gene pool? Or the $60k Stanford price tag.


7.  VontazeBurfict.  There is stupid and then there is Vontaze stupid



6.  Stan Kroenke.  I'm not even from Cleveland and I've always despised Art Modell for taking the NFL charter member Browns out of town.  (And to Baltimore.  Seriously? You couldn't have picked a more interesting city than that?)  Now we've got an owner who's already a billionaire, married to a Wal-Mart heiress, purportedly named after two St. Louis sports icons (Stan Musial and Enos Slaughter) and still takes the money and runs.  

Given the relative similarity in the sound of their surnames, one can't help but recall West Side Story and Officer Krupke:



"Gee, Officer Kroenke Krupke, krup you!"  A sentiment much of St. Louis can surely get behind.


7.  Jim Harbaugh.  Has everyone yet heard of this story?  "Michigan coach plans a sleepover with a recruit..."  Yikes.  

When 'Harbaugh weird' quickly crosses over into Harbaugh creepy.   (And that little tete a tete better be chaperoned or someone get Child Protective Services on the phone now.)

And you did this for a kicker?!  If one is going to meander down Pedophile Lane, Jim, at least do it for a difference making rush end.   

Speaking of children... 




An English Major Walks Into A Bar…

Rye And Prejudice

(Pride And Prejudice, 1813)
By Jane Austen
Austen's frothy 19th Century masterpiece, which brought the author little acclaim during her short lifetime (sadly, "41 is the new dead"), follows a family's efforts to marry off its five daughters, one of whom leads the narrative.  Unfortunately, Elizabeth - famously played on-screen by Keira Knightly's cheekbones - has a judgy streak that practically overshadows the love she has for Mr. Darcy, a stuck up, rich gentleman.  

If they adapted this for the American market, he'd have gone to Duke.

But not to worry:  there's a delectable double wedding in the end.  We match make two strong personalities - spicy rye and zingy grapefruit - for an unexpected marriage that'll get folks drinking, dancing and dropping old judgments. Like what tools Cameron Crazies are. 
  •      3 oz. grapefruit juice 
  •      1 1/2 oz. rye whiskey 
Pour the ingredients over ice in a rocks glass, stirring like a complicated heart.  We hold no prejudice against marrying up, ladies - we all did, after all - but you don't need a castle (or a king) to be a queen.  Alcohol does help, though. 

Final Thought - I

All good things must come to an end... 


Final Thought - II

With David Bowie's recent passing, one sees many a tribute and anecdote, one of the best coming from of all places Ricky Gervais (apparently Bowie was a fan of The Office).  They became email pen pals and upon Bowie's 58th birthday, Gervais sent him the following playful note:

                                      David,
                                      Happy 58th birthday - isn't it time you got a proper job?
                                                                                                          Ricky Gervais, 42
                                                                                                          Comedian

Followed quickly by the following response:


                                                                  Ricky,
                                                                  I do have a proper job.

                                                                                                     David Bowie, 58
                                                                                                     Rock God


Rock god, indeed.  RIP.


Oh man, look at those cavemen go... 
It's the freakiest show.

Final Thought - III  (I can't quit you...)

Thanks once again, boys, for engaging.   Until next season.  Or next month.  Whatever. 




Monday, December 21, 2015

Pre-Bowl: Whobilation!


Merry Christmas, everyone!


"Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread across the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table..."

That could describe almost any number of nights out with Class of '79 mates one of which notably ended in a pre-Christmas snow bank outside Grace Hall after 1st semester exams were finished is there a more glorious feeling than walking out of that last one knowing pals are waiting for a run to Corby's grammar is so overrated but I digress this is in fact the opening words from T.S. Eliot's "The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock" - a classic in literature that is celebrating 100 years in print.

100 years.  Yowzer.  My how time flies when you're having fun.  Just like this football season. 


Interestingly T.S. - may I call you Tom? - also wrote "The Waste Land," a literary effort which is considered one of the most important poems of the 20th century albeit not, to popular belief, a foretelling of Notre Dame: The 1978-79 Senior Bar Experience.  

Though Dillon Hall may have drawn its inspiration in the work.  

So consider this the penultimate blog of a 2015 season that did indeed go awfully fast and had more than it's share of etherized evenings spread across the sky, both in South Bend and points all around the country.  They never get old, even if we do. 


Quote of the Week





















May you all hear Christmas carols this week, even when they're not actually playing. 


The Final Wager(s)
This is not the 2016 Lindon ski trip, as much as it appears so...
What's better than a Hateful Eight? 

How about a Dubious Dozen? 

Delusional Dozen?

Degenerate Dozen?

All of the above? 

Your twelve 2015 football pool candidates - and what an eclectic bunch it is... scholars, captains of industry, rogues, Republicans... even millennials.

Victory dance. Or "got my daughter married this year" spasm...
1.  Jerry Perez
2.  Jerry Cincotta
3.  John Lohn
4.  Matt Lindon 
5.  Ted Carnevale
6.  Tim Sullivan
7.  Jerry Castellini
8.  Jim Belknap
9.  Tim Corrigan
10.  Graham Corrigan
11. Ryan Corrigan
12.  Terry Corrigan

Their final quest:  1.  Pick the winners, with spreads, and 2. Pick the over / under for The Big Five games:


Game (Spread)
Over / Under
Oklahoma v. Clemson (+3.5)
64.0
Alabama v. Michigan St (+9.5)
46.5
Michigan vs. Florida (+4.5)
40.0
Ohio State v. ND (+6.5)
55.5
Stanford v. Iowa (+6.5)
53.0



So there are 10 data points from which the dozen finalists have to submit - and separate themselves from the pack.   And in case that doesn't do the trick...


Tiebreaker #1:  Name at least two classic works of literature published in 1915, celebrating 100 years in print.



Hint: Actresses! They weren't this attractive in real life...




Tiebreaker #2:  Who was the youngest of the three Bronte sisters - Emily, Charlotte or Anne?





I've Always Been Good At Jeopardy
Now for something completely different... 













Word of the Week.

Decemnovenarianize (v.)

To act like a person of the 19th century.

Used in a sentence:    During Christmastimes of the late '90s and early '00s, young Terrence would often channel his inner Dickens and  decemnovenarianize from time to time - dressing up in olde English garb, referring to his older brother as Tiny Tim and playing the "Victorian Debtors' Prison Game" with his daughters - which involved telling them they were orphans, serving thin, tasteless gruel and making them sleep in a closet-sized rooms without heat.  Good times. 

And it beat having to face another year of Notre Dame losing in a meaningless bowl game.

Buddy's Buddy

Miss Philippines, aka Miss Universe.   Is it shallow to pick a recipient merely on smoking hot looks alone?  

Hey, Buddy liked the ladies.  Heck, he lived in a household of beauties!  And had a Philippino housekeeper in Italy (though she looked nothing like our award winner, which probably explained why she was cleaning homes in Milan and not Miss Universing it in the Philippines).   

I digress. We are honoring the Budster's memory...  


But outside of the purely physical, how about grace under pressure while a billion people watch your disappointment as you get 'close but no cigar' - followed quickly by the surprise-my-bad-you-really-did-win-I'm-super sorry-for-my-inability-to-read award?  

Impressive.  


The Schedule


September
5       Texas                  W    
12     @ Virginia         W
19     Georgia Tech    W
26     UMass               W 

October
3      @ Clemson        L
Next up - the Ohio State... 
10     Navy                 W
17     USC                  W
31     @ Temple         W

November

7      @ Pitt                W
14     Wake Forest     W
21     @ BC (Fenway Park)    W
28     @ Stanford       L

January 
1       Ohio State


Terry's Trolls


"Coach, it's Xmas and I was taking one off the street..."
1.  Adolphus Washington

Putting the 'ho' back into the seasonal "ho ho ho..."  

Merry Christmas. 






How'd they catch me? I was in my 'Mr. Robot' disguise.
2.  Martin Shkreli.   You're the new poster child for Wall Street greed with your aren't I a clever boy "let me raise the price of my drug 5000% because I'm more committed to my shareholders than I am to morality" and sure, you've just been arraigned on  security fraud charges but I'm 32 and INVINCIBLE so WTF...  

But that's not why you're a Tool of the Week, though either would certainly be enough.  

No, this recognition is for your $2 million purchase of a (the?) single Wu Tang Clan album - which you think makes you a badass.  Seriously?  Dumbass. 


You can take the boy out of LSU but you can't take...
3.  Odell Beckham Jr.  WR's are a special species.  And by 'special' I mean narcissist sociopaths, generally.  Put them in NYC and one is especially asking for trouble.  Put a really, really talented one in that city, in a game with Cam "I'm Not An Athlete, I'm An Entertainer" Newton and a talented CB with his own anger management issues... and oh boy. 

Now you're not gonna play against the Vikings this week - in a game my Packers could actually use you.  Tool. 



4.  Steve Harvey.   You had one job which essentially involved reading a name.  

And yet...

As I recall, the last time someone disappointed the Colombians this badly, this... globally... it was World Cup '94 and that guy ended up sleeping with the fishes.  

Good luck, Steve. One would guess your heartfelt Twitter apology just isn't gonna suffice. 


An English Major Walks Into A Bar…

Come Christmas Week, my drink of choice becomes the classic Egg Nog:  a little spiced rum, a little nutmeg... yum.  

But my Book of Literary Libations has no such holiday drink-inspired parody so one must make do.  

Still creamy and liquored up, if not exactly as yuletide appropriate as one might hope.  


The Wonderful Blizzard of Oz

(The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, 1900)
By Frank L. Baum
A poppy culture legend!  If your knowledge of Dorothy (and her little dog too) extends no further than the perennial classic film, you ought to take a look at the book that began it all -  lest you miss the spicy stuff (killer bees, a crow-murdering Scarecrow) that didn't quite make it to the silver screen.  

Baum intended the novel as a one-time effort but his publishers basically printed cash with his Wonderful words and 14 books in all appeared over 20 years. 

Follow your heart, freeze your brain and have the courage to create a drink fit for a good witch:  yellow as a brick road and swirly as a twister.
  •      2 oz. spice rum
  •      5 oz. pineapple juice
  •      2 oz. coconut cream (e.g. Coco Real Cream of Coconut)
  •      1 banana
Add the ingredients, plus a handful of ice, to a blender.  Blend until smooth and pour into a rocks or highball glass.  Now, click your heels - or glasses - three times.  

"There's no place like A Lot, there's no place like A Lot..."

Final Thought - I

But it will get you through the Ohio State...

Final Thought - II


Did you know that the Davies brothers are speaking again?  Christmas comes early for Kinks fans!