Step right up!
I remember when I was a kid and the fair would come to town you could pay the sideshow a quarter to see the tattoo’d man and or tattoo’d woman. Now I can see it for free most everyday. Ain’t life grand?
This Saturday Michigan will play Minnesota for I believe the 114th time, or near about anyway. They play annually for the Little Brown Jug, college football’s oldest trophy game. The story of the Little Brown Jug goes back all the way to 1903 and is quite an interesting tale. Look it up. This quote from Michigan Head Coach Brady Hoke really hits the heart. Can you imagine losing and then have the other team come to your sideline and ask for their trophy, and you having to give it up. Not only would it be dishearting but embarrassing as well. If this doesn’t light a fire under the team nothing will.
SOB, if you dare!
You better put on a seatbelt, sit up straight, turn off the radio, say a prayer and hang on. It could be a bumpy ride. Everyday twice a day I pass through this tourist trap called “South Of The Border”. It’s a Mexican themed stop that’s supposedly halfway between New York City and Miami. Who knows? Anyway it’s filled with brightly painted stores that all carry the same thing as the next, a couple of gas stations, several restaurants, some kiddie attractions and two motels. Although I don’t think they get enough traffic anymore to open both motels at the same time. Going through the complex can be a real adventure needless to say and early Saturday mornings as all the vacationers are getting ready to hit the road is a free for all. Let me add its two lanes of traffic going each way through the place. The first challenge is the vehicles that are getting off the interstate. Coming down the exit ramp they find a yield sign at the bottom, which really means “you need not bother stopping”. They take a right turn in front of you and at that point and you have no idea where there going, nor do they. And don’t count on them staying in the lane they initially chose as that could change at any time, turn signals are forbidden at SOB. Pick a lane, any lane. These skilled drivers can take a right from the left lane and just as easily turn left from the right hand lane. If they would just stay in their lanes I would do the rest, but that can’t be guaranteed. Did I mention that turn signals are forbidden at SOB? The next challenge are the cars that have turned in somewhere, finished their business and are now looking to move on to a different part of the complex. Crossing four lanes of traffic and a median strip is mere child’s play for these folks. Why look for traffic just go. I especially like the one’s who begin crossing then change their minds and turn into a lane to go further down the line. Some take their half of the road out of the middle. Its dodge cars at it’s finest. Cars aside, lined up along one side of the road through the whole complex are these Mexican themed statues of people and animals all colorfully painted. Well every tourist that’s anybody has to take pictures of his loved ones on, near or by these statues. If I had a nickel for every picture I’ve seen taken I’d have enough for lunch one day a week. Anyway as I said they line the road all along one side. Now where do you think the picture taker stands when he’s taking pictures? That’s right, on or right next to the roadway, not the shoulder. No! Where else? Now I’ve got to dodge the maze of cars moving in front of me and be careful not to run over mister tourist trying to take a picture of little Johnny standing next to a purple gorilla. Oh and did I mention I go through at 60 mph. It’s quite a rush!
- Can you hear me now?
When in a restaurant what would you rather sit next to; a person smoking a cigarette, or a screaming kid? Can’t decide? First off I know the cigarette will be out in 5 or 6 minutes, the kid may go on and on. Secondly if I check to see where in the meal the screamers family is and don’t see dirty dishes I know it’s going to be a long dinner and people with kids tend to take longer to finish. The screamers mouth is open for sure, everyone can hear it’s open, but he damn sure isn’t taking in any food. Even when he’s stops screaming the possibility exists that he could start up at any time and there’s that constant uneasiness within you. Even the parents are treading lightly. Why is it the screamers are always next to me? They seem to be drawn to me like dogs to a hydrant. Next look at the parents, if their nonchalant to it, you know eating and talking like it’s all in a day’s work, that’s it, their numb to it and will be no help to anyone during this time. And remember this, under no circumstances do you eyeball the screamer, or he’s yours. If they turn him loose in an attempt to placate him, eyeballing him practically guarantees he’ll be at your table before long. First he’ll run back and forth past your table to see if you’re watching and laughing and his cute antics. How about the kid that looks over the back of the booth he’s sitting in down into yours and seems pretty content with staring down at you, forever. People might say this is a bit hard but a screaming kid will ruin what’s supposed to be a pleasant outing real fast. How about we do this, a no-child section kind of like a no-smoking section? Only this section should have a separate entrance and there should be no passageways between the sections. One of em could escape and come over. Of course he would be caught easily, screamers cannot hide, heck they don’t care. If you think this is hard, there is a restaurant out west where children under the age of nine are not allowed after 7PM. Guess they found the age when screaming tends to subside.
Every now and then I hear something that makes me really wonder the thought process some folks have. It’s bad enough the world has evolved to the point it is now where something horrendous in the news only tops what the news the day before offered. During the week I pay attention to the news and it probably has a somewhat negative effect on my day. Some news stories really zap me when I think about them and picture the scene that’s unfolding. Lately we’ve had two stories of young people just plain killing others for no logical reason. Three teens kill a young man jogging past their house, the young man just being in the wrong spot at the wrong time. You see the three admittedly said they were “bored” and decided to kill the next person they saw. I can’t believe even if you were thinking it you would say it, not after being arrested for murder. Guess they were just trying to be badass, let’s see how that plays out in prison. The second incident involves two teens who beat an 88 year old man to death and robbed him. Not just beat him up, beat him until he was unrecognizable. Now how much effort would it take to rob an 88 year old man? After they were arrested a family member stated he hoped they didn’t get more that 10 years for this crime. “You see these kids are out on the street, there’s nothing to do and their “bored”. Did he really offer that up as an excuse for something so despicable? It’s almost as if he slightly condoned what they had done. With this line of thought coming from the family I’m sure the rest of them are real pieces of work as well. No condolences to the victim’s family, no embarrassment, just excusing it as the act of people that were bored. I can’t even begin to fathom the thought processes that this logic came from.
Any spooks in there?
I stumbled upon this house a few days back and actually circled the around block to take a picture of it as this old abandoned house looked pretty cool. Macabre maybe. Something from a Hollywood movie set perhaps. It had the look, you’d almost expect The Munster’s to come walking out of it. Back when I was a kid every neighborhood had an abandoned rundown house, or at least one no one ever kept up. As I remember they were always haunted too. Actually we all wanted to believe that but were pretty skeptical on that point. These houses were not the center of our attention because they were always there, but time to time we stopped in for a visit. Any kid worth his salt knew the floor plans of these houses better that he knew his own being he spent so much time in them. I knew a few houses that should have had a guest book by the door there were so many visitors coming and going. The windows were usually the first to go and finding some glass to break was a chore. Every visit you tried to find something you didn’t see on your last trip in and after a few minutes of rummaging around you’d leave it pretty much as you found it. Old, dirty, empty, and haunted.
Taylor Lewan & Devin Gardner
Immediately after the near debacle with Akron I think All American OG Taylor Lewan summed it up nicely. “If any guy on this team thinks they can do anything but prepare every single week — this is your job. You came here to be a student-athlete. You go to school, you get your degree, you win Big Ten championships. If we prepare like we did this week, we won’t win another game.”
I still have my program and ticket.
On Saturday afternoon September 14th my wife, my sister and I will be sitting in Michigan Stadium, aka “The Big House”, just eight days short of my 40th anniversary of seeing my first Michigan Game in person in Ann Arbor. On that day, September 22, 1973, my Dad and I watched Michigan beat Stanford 47-10. I remember the cheerleaders in front of us doing backflips off the brick wall for every point Michigan scored every time they scored. I remember a soccer style field goal kicker named Rod Garcia for Stanford practicing from 60+ yards out. Kicking wise, both those things were unheard of in that day. It was sunny and bright and everyone around us was having a great time. I hope my anniversary turns out the same way. Go Blue!
Attendance 115,109. That’s why it’s called “The Big House”.
“Under The Light’s II” turned out to be a pretty good game, not an instant classic like the first time, but still a good game. Michigan led most of the way and seemed to control it for the most part, except for a bit of implosion in the 3rd quarter. The usual head shaking plays were there in full force this night. You never relax during these ND games and until we intercepted the endzone pass with 1:27 to play and an 11 point lead I didn’t. I still cannot believe ND opted out of playing this game every year. I used to say the season really doesn’t start until Michigan and Notre Dame play. It took me a while but it finally hit me why they played the Chicken Dance song at the stadium when the game ended.
Dillon Quarterback Austin Moody.
Without no#15 Dillon doesn’t score the 57 points they did against Latta Friday Night. Ofcourse when Austin ran in for the TD and seven points there were 50 points already on the board. Great job directing the offense in the second half and the TD run. Oh and his sister Leigh Ann standing along side him never saw action in the game. Maybe next week. For what it’s worth the series against Latta should be discontinued. Neither side for obvious reasons seemed fired up, they each knew what was going to happen.