But I digress.
Waking up on Sunday morning with one of
those ‘did that really happen’ thoughts hovering over my head about the past
several days, a flashback to a film, circa 1962, hit me: “Seven Days In
May.” Sparing you the tedious details
(and possible treasonous thoughts for you Tea Partiers), the movie involved an
ultimately failed coup by senior US military command against its president just
because they thought his plans for a treaty with cold war Russia was, well,
misguided.
Fast forward almost 50 years for its
sequel, “Four Days In September” which follows a band of well
intentioned-but-equally-misguided 50+ yr olds who attempt a coup against age,
reality and common sense. With similarly
disappointing results. The difference
being these latter day patriots a) weren’t thrown in prison (yet) and b) had
significantly more fun. Witness the
chronology:
Wednesday (p.m.)
Cubs game w a trip
into Mr. Wizard’s time machine – destination: El Jardin, a north side Mexican
restaurant that, back in the 80’s, made margaritas that made you talk in
tongues.
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Safely at the game by the 5th inning – okay, maybe it was the 6th
– fantastic seats where you could see all of the ‘can we leave yet?’ resignation
and despair on every Cub player’s face. And their fans, I might add.
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Thursday (a.m)
On the 1st
tee of Conway Farms, our host attempts to recreate a scene in Blazing Saddles by
asking a large African American worker what music he likes. Even though the guy
congenially plays along (he liked ‘jazz’), Jerry questions him further about
Motown and begins to belt out a tune while he’s hitting his drive,
crushing the ball and bisecting the fairway.
Impressive. Those of us watching the
spectacle (with equal parts astonishment and the titillation from the
expectation of something really bad about to unfold) knew that the rest
of the day was probably not going to be ‘business as usual’. It wasn’t.
Thursday (p.m.)
Jerry: "So what's new?"
Mary: "Glad you asked..."
Friday (post-golf)
Let
me understand this, Jerry, it’s Ungie’s rental car – though we don’t actually
know where he is – but it’s in your name? Plus the car is in your
possession. And you’re worried about how you're getting to the airport
Sunday?!
I don't really see a problem here.
Saturday
Jerry & the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat
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The kiddies' pal, indeed. If you're a troglodyte.
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Mark, what is going on w your pants?!
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'I don't think the heavy stuff is gonna come down for awhile yet...'
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Word of The Week.
absurd / / [ab-surd, -zurd]
-adjective
1. utterly or obviously senseless, illogical, or untrue; contrary to all reason or common sense; laughably foolish or false: an absurd explanation.
-noun
2. the quality or condition of existing in a meaningless and irrational world
- Used in a sentence (2010 version as possibly stated by an ND fan): "That Robinson kid has absurd skills. He's an athletic freak! Hopefully, he'll be plying his trade in the NFL soon..."
- Used in a sentence (1977 version as stated by an ND senior coed in Robinson's Creative Writing class): "Castellini, the point of view expressed in your capital punishment essay is absurd and outrageous. You scare the living shit outta me! Castration is too good for you, you misogynist pig!"
I loved that class.
At any rate, here's to you Mr. Robinson, you're a special athlete. But a 'fun fact' and an equally sobering one for Michigan fans, is this: he's already carried the ball 57 times in the first two games.
Sheriff
Bart: A man drink like that, he is going to die.
When
indeed. Denard would seem equally doomed. He’s 6’0”, 193 lbs… and he’s gonna
carry the ball 340 times? Doubtful. But hey, it worked out okay for The
Kid, maybe Denard is Destiny’s Child.
But
here’s the deal. I don’t think Rich Rodriguez is in long term planning mode. So
Denard’s health isn’t probably at the top of his priorities. Hell, he’s already
got his clone as a freshman, a kid named Devin Gardner, who’s supposed be his
near equal. (Uh, Tate Forcier, I wouldn’t be holding your breath about that
starting position.)
“Denard, what say you and I make an alliance… you run your ass off, probably get broken in half before Thanksgiving but we win 8-9 games and I get to keep my job, okie dokie?”
But back to that pesky game on Saturday - a few fast observations for everyone to chew on and react to:
1.
Not Quite Ready for Primetime. Our defense
wasn’t as fundamentally sound as Game One, had some unfortunate communication
breakdowns and didn’t take advantage of the few turnover opportunities they
had. But… they didn’t play that bad. Offense put them in some
really bad spots and come the 2nd half, they actually made
adjustments. Shocker! They play hard. They don’t give up.
You can tell they're still a few athletes shy of being really good. And as an
aside, I found it fascinating how the D fed off the Offensive’s performance,
both good and bad.
2.
Never Gonna Be Ready for Primetime. Nate Montana.
Genes only take you so far it would seem. And not to kick a man when he’s
down but… if you throw the ball to Riddick’s other shoulder (at the end of the
1st half), he scores.
3.
A Tale of Two Kicking Games. “It was
the best of times (for ND), it was the worst of times (for UM).” And
how cool is to think Michigan’s flawed kicker was actually named Sidney Carton,
like the flawed, tragic figure of Dickens French Revolution tale. I was so
hoping that when he shanked the potential game winner, he would've said
something like “It’s far far better thing I do than I have ever done before…
“ to the cheers of the partisan ND crowd. Of course he didn’t
have to kick anything more than a PAT and I totally made up his name. I
have no idea what the hack’s name actually was.
4.
Hindsight Is 20-20 Dept., Part I. Robinson was
a great athlete but his long ball touch was never there. Why we played so soft
and let him play pitch ‘n catch – especially on that final drive – was a bad
idea.
5.
Hindsight Is 20-20 Dept., Part II. Maybe next
week we could have some Visine on the sidelines…
6.
The Decision. Personally I didn’t have a problem
with going for the TD at the end of the 1st half. Things were
looking bleak and Crist’s return was far from certain. But then again I
had been pounding Bloody Mary’s and was mildly disoriented from Peter’s chili.
So perhaps I’m not the most credible of ‘go for it’ advocates.
7.
Mike Mayock, Part II. I liked him last week and was
really interested to see how he’d be when things didn’t go so well for the
Irish. I was pleasantly surprised. I thought he was very professional and very
accurate, especially regarding how soft our CB’s played.
8.
“Act Like You’ve Been There Before.” So said Lou
Holtz about scoring. TJ Jones, you first have to actually get there
before you do your thing.
9.
Armando. Don’t know what his stats were but he’s tough
as nails and is becoming the most dependable guy on the offense. As much as I
like Cierre Wood, AA is the right guy to be starting.
10.
Kyle. Please stop turning around and just run!
1 Manti. In honor of the recently deceased Glenn
Shadix (Otho in Beetlejuice), my homage to our defense’s leader (with apologies
to Harry Belafonte):
Te-o, Te-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Day, me say day, me say day, me say day
Me say day, me say day-ay-ay-o
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Work all night on a drink a' rum
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Stack banana till the mornin' come
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Come, Mister tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come and me wan' go home
It's six foot, seven foot, eight foot BUNCH!
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Daylight come and me wan' go home
Recruiting Buzz. How cool is
it to have picked up commitments from this guy’s twin sons?
Song of the Week
Playing golf w Albert on Friday, he reminded me of one the
great anthems of hack golfers everywhere, at least in the 80’s, “Dude (Putts Like a Lady)”. And actually, given
the green speed on the two courses we played, it was more like Dude (Putts
Likes a Blacksmith). Nevertheless, this week’s musical shout out goes to
Aerosmith:
Tool of the Week
Darrelle Revis – you hold out with three years left
on your contract… your team’s mgmt caves and gives you a sweet (and lucrative)
extension. So you wait a whopping 10 days before declaring that if the next two
years go as well as the last, you’ll hold out again. What a tool.
Schadenfreude Winner of the Week. Take
your pick… Penn State (someone will have to tell JoePa they lost), Miami (I got
your “The U” right here), even USC (17-14… over UVA, really?)…
but the winner has got to be Boise State. Va. Tech gets rocked and that’s
your big-we-belong-in-the-BCS-conversation win? Lose the blue field and
we’ll begin to think about taking you seriously.
Okay, basta. No time for feeling sorry for ourselves,
we’ve got a pretty daunting four game stretch: MSU – Stanford – BC –
Pitt… honestly, if we go 3-1, I’d be pretty happy.
Great seeing you all this past week. I’ve got a ton of
pictures that I’ll try and figure out a way to post to an ftp site.
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