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Michigan Football

Michigan had no business being ranked #4, let alone #3 in polls. Their defense gave up over 400 yards to a third* tier opponent, complete with missed tackles and a narrowly distributed offense. Notre Dame deserved to beat them, and Eastern Michigan ought to do well, too. Fun fact from Saturday’s game: Michigan used to average just 9.5 points per game by opponents. Under coach Carr? 19.5. Maybe I can help Michigan out. I figure our best recruiting effort just might be to get a new head coach who values speed and tackling ability in the secondary and can teach the line to recognize and stop the run. To that end, I’m going to give away Michigan’s playbook, right here. Attention Michigan Opponents! Here’s Carr’s playbook:

  • 70% chance they’re going to run it up the middle.
  • 15% chance they’ll throw it to their one useful receiver.
  • 10% chance they’ll throw it to their punt returner (but relax, he can’t catch anything thrown between his hands).
  • 3% chance they’ll run an option (their only “trick” play).
  • Otherwise they’re going to fumble (odds of this increase as they approach the goal line).

In any case, you can rest assured that if they don’t throw a touchdown, they’ll end up going away with a fieldgoal. So cover that receiver (just like Notre Dame did) and you’re set. Have a good game.

* Sorry Northern Illinois. You were good, but I consider Big 10’s perrenially losing schedule-fillers (Indiana, Northwestern, Penn State, Michigan State, etc) to be second tier.

New Orleans

I think Mike Davidson’s on to something. If the city’s rebuilt, the poorer people who lived there and were the most adversely affected will get priced out of it anyway. Why not just buy them off and ship them somewhere else? Nothing else will quelch their welfare-trained whining meet their needs as well.
The parts of New Orleans that people actually want to go to will be rebuilt, but let it by with corporate dollars. Hotels will repair or rebuild as the Mardi-Gras industry does. Port traffic would rebuild another part of the city, and developers looking to make gains in housing, ancillary business and industry, etc. would take care of bulldozing and rebuilding the rest as needed. Anyway, that’s my first take on it. Much as I enjoyed Mardi-Gras there, I just don’t see why I need to pay to rebuild a city bound to go through this all over again in the future.


237,855 this morning.


Sarah’s talking much more plainly now. We still need to work on L’s and TH’s. “I don’t yike it” is cute, but I’d like to make sure she can actually pronounce those L’s too. She’s also using the potty quite a bit. We never have an.. unproductive trip to the bathroom, but we don’t always get there in time either. The other night she actually told us she needed to go while we were out driving around, and did her best to hold it until we were home. That’s pretty dang impressive for a 2 year old.
Jack’s talking more too, it’s just not English. He’s rolling over by himself too, so no more leaving him on the couch while we run to see what Sarah’s getting into.

So that’s about it for Monday morning. Time to get back to work.

The Roof! The Roof! …

Yes, I work at that certain un-named company that put on the big, inadvertent fireworks show.

Yes, I was near it just before it got started (4-5 miles). Yes, I’m fine.

I won’t say very much, because I don’t usually talk about my employer on my website. Not for having nothing good to say, just a line I don’t care to cross. Some people are sensitive to anything said about them, I don’t want to … erm, “fan the flames”, as it were.

But for family who’s wondering:
People were there at the time.
Everybody evacuated.
Nobody got hurt.
The rest of the business is doing okay.
Work and Life go on.

Thanks for your concerns and prayers, please keep them coming… Lots of people who usually work there are affected by this.

Airing Out Some Guilt, and some Gratefulness

Confession is supposedly good for the soul. Mine’s always been just fine with forgetfulness, but since it’s at the front of my mind today…

I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.
I’m sorry I was too selfish with my time to let you spend any with your great grandson, or more with your great granddaughter. It wasn’t thought of as a decision not to let you have that time. Just a decision to do other things. Same result.
I’m sorry I didn’t come to see you since Grandpa died. I’m sorry I didn’t go see him while he was sick, either – even though at the time I was convinced I’d rather not see him or you in that condition. I wish I could change that decision.
I’m sorry my opinion of you lately was “cranky” more than “lonely”. And that I thought you needed to be alone, more than to have company.
I’m sorry that I let other people form that opinion for me.
I’m sorry I don’t have a picture of you and I. Or Grandpa and I.
I’m sorry my children won’t have pictures of themselves with you or Grandpa.
I accept responsibility for these things.

I still remember how your cheek felt against mine. How the water at your house tasted. Going to visit you while you were camping, and the tuna sandwich you made me on pumpernickel bread. How much you always knew about what everyone else was up to. How you had so many photos and stories of so many of my relatives. How I never heard you speak a cross word to me.

I will also never forget porcelain dolls I was not allowed to touch, pet birds I was not allowed to touch, statues of dachshunds, Christmas villages, your cuckoo clock, your doilies, or the Cambridge diet.

I’m grateful I knew you.
I’m grateful you knew Jesus.
I’m grateful for the birthday and Christmas cards.
I’m grateful for the dollars per birthday and time together and doughy-cheeked hugs and kisses.
I’m grateful for the last conversation you, Grandpa and I had – when I learned about the day you got married so young, and how you moved south when you were little.

I regret that all the memories of you that I can summon take so short a space to write down. I hope I’ll remember more than this, for the rest of my life.

I love you, and I’ll miss you.