Tuesday, September 27, 2005

9/27/05--Race, Racism and Notre Dame--

   Its one of those topics that seems taboo.  Racism and its spectre is just one of those things that people don't want to talk about--or try desperately NOT to talk about.  This past weekend, at halftime of the Notre Dame-Washington football game, ABC broadcaster John Saunders interviewed former Notre Dame (and current Washington) head coach Tyrone Willingham.  Here, for the first times, was Willingham sitting in front of a camera and ever so slightly opening the door of racism in regards to his departure from Notre Dame.  It was a sorry sight.  Saunders used the interview for some sort of personal agenda against Notre Dame, and Willingham, with every opportunity to deflect the charges and come forward and refute the allegations....instead allowed the incidious cloud of racism to remain hanging over the school that had terminated his contract this past December.  Of course, being the able journalist that he is, Saunders asked a grand total of ZERO questions regarding Notre Dame's 11-13 record over Ty's final two years.  He asked ZERO questions regarding the record number of not only defeats, but HUGE defeats to longtime rivals like USC & Michigan.  He chose not to address lingering questions regarding stories that golf, that's right....GOLF....seemed to becoming a bit of a distraction to Willingham during his stay in South Bend. (Uh, like those stories that on GAMEDAY Ty liked to get up early in the morning and sneak in 9 holes at a local golf course....of course, the good folks at the country club didn't bother to put him in their daily log of players....as I'm sure that might have caused any coach (black or white) a little embarrassment.  Especially when your team is underachieving on the field.  No, none of those questions were asked Saunders, who seemed convinced that he already had the answers to his questions and only needed a nod of the head from Willingham to confirm.  What's the old line..."A nod's as good as a wink"?
Well I watched with some bemusement on the various websites and messageboards as people reacted to the interview.  And then, last evening....well past my bedtime, I read this incredible letter that a man....a BLACK MAN....had posted.  He wrote:


As a black ND fan, allow me to state my feelings.

This has been the worst weekend for me as a black man and an ND fan. Being
black has/had nothing to do with me being an ND fan until this weekend.
Nothing. I'm just a person who happens to be black. I have views that are
birthed from a mother that is half Irish and half Jamaican (what a mix) and
those views are to work hard, earn what you get, don't accept handouts,
treat others like you would treat yourself or your own family, and in all
situations be slow to speak, humble and meek in your approach, and wise in
your application of ideas and advices. I had no idea that I was being
taught corner stone philosophies of what some people consider
"conservative" and neither did she. I have taken to all of those principles
and I did so at a young age. To be quite honest with you all it's the
reason I was drawn to watching and rooting for ND at 10 years old, while
watching them at 3AM via satellite as a boy living in Europe.

I have been saddened, disrupted, and boiled in many directions this weekend
as I watched and listened to the senseless and irresponsible comments and
antics from adults that look like me that should know better, Frankly I
think a large portion of American blacks are just plain dumb when it comes
to racial assessments and assignments, and I think their European
counterparts are wholly smarter in their approach and understanding of it.
They judge everything on a visceral level and come to the same conclusion
on every matter that happens to involve a negative outcome for a fellow
black person. I've lived all over the world and I can tell you this, there
is no where on this planet where black people are treated better and given
more opportunities than the United States. No where. Black people in this
country have no clue how good they have it here, and perhaps that is part
of the problem here. They have no perspective. Now let me say this, I'm not
so naïve as to think racism isn't alive and well in this country, hell I've
experienced it myself on occasion, but I also knew it when I saw it and it
wasn't debatable. The funny thing about those situations though is that I
felt uncompelled to report r talk to someone about it when it happened
mainly because clams of racism are empty these days due to the very thing
that Saunders and the liberal PC/black media are doing.

I have never been more ashamed of my (supposedly) educated voices of my
community than now. We are at an all time low, with the antics of Jesse
Jackson and Sharpton and their ilk, and now this. ND football used to be an
escape from this stuff for me but alas now it has even tracked me down
here. All I ask for as a black man is to be given the same opportunities
that everyone else similarly credentialed would receive. That's all, no
more and no less. Zook was not performing after three and he was canned,
Cutcliffe was over performing historical standards for his institution, and
was fired, both of them after three years. Why should I expect preferential
treatment for Ty above those other coaches because he looks like me? That
would be racist on my part wouldn't it? It would also signal that for me
and people like me we will always be dependant on special treatment to be
successful, which to me would signal more of a slap in the face than any
racial slur. In it's essence that is the core of my beef with the welfare
state under Carter and Reagan and Clinton. Welfare in essence was set up in
my mind to the tune of share cropping, and dependence. I sometimes feel
that the 70's/80's welfare mentality is what guides a lot of this knee jerk
reactionary prose and rhetoric. The philosophy that we need someone to help
our poor silly souls out, because we earned a pass due to oppression that
took place 200 years ago. It disgusts me, and if anything it makes us look
like wimpering fools that cry wolf every five minutes in order to generate
fear and guilt that in turn will keep the milk tit flowing with milk. That
topic is best breached another day though.

So to a point, since the firing of Ty was (supposedly) racist (according
to Ty and Saunders et. Al.), doesn't that in essence make his hiring racist
as well, if we follow logic through that would is the only plausible
answer. It's as vapid as saying "Bush went to war for oil and Haliburton"
or if you like "Kerry is commie". Senseless bumper sticker rhetoric that
doesn't respect the issue fully or the persons the issues touch. At the end
of the day we are all less respectful to the issue and each other because
of it.

There are other African Americans who feel the way I do, but are too afraid
to do so publicly because as we've seen with others like us they ostracized
and marginalized in our community and are made to feel as outsiders with
labels like "sell out" or "uncle Tom". That's sad, because for a group of
people that wants change so bad they sure don't accept the other point of
views that would accommodate such a thing.

I have a gut feeling and it isn't so good at this time. I feel that the
trust between some alums and subs that happen to be of differing sides of
the racial line in this debate about Notre Dames treatment of Ty will
suffer. I think most of the African American subs and alums understand but
I think its only human nature for the ones who got burnt (mainly te white
alums) to feel shell shocked and harbor distrust. I don't think most will
have this reaction but I think a few will and that in my estimation is the
real sadness in this tragic episode.

I am upset, angry, sad, frustrated, furious, and full of grief. Most the
emotions I have towards Ty Willingham (a man I expected better from) and
Saunders are rangy. They go from disbelief all the way to rage. If any one
thing is holding us back it's the slave mentality of persons like Ty and
Saunders and dare I say a slight majority of Africa Americans that voice
themselves this way. That's right I said it, it's slave thinking. It's
slave mentality. These are men that wouldn't know anything about "the
struggles" per se. Not that I would, but I'm a hell of a lot less wealthy
than they are, and I feel I have a hell of a lot better perspective on this
stuff than they do, and I also feel I understand what Dr. King wanted
better than they do. Today, we have been reduced to using Dr. Kings legacy
like a weapon instead of building upon it's great foundation. Even in the
immense wealth that this country (with al of it's problems) has heaped upon
these men and with all of the things that Dr. Kings legacy has afforded
them they are still not grateful enough to not understand the virtues that
I learned from that little Irish Jamaican woman from south London years
ago.

I weep today for the state we are in.

Naithan Jones



I found it to be an amazing, well thought out, well argued position.  I'm sure I have no idea what its like to be a black man in today's world.  And then I remembered a little debate that I had on another message board with another writer.  He argued that perhaps Notre Dame felt that the charges of racism hit just a little too close to home and perhaps we felt just a little too sensitive because of that.  So I responded with the following....(my comments are the ones that are the 2nd ones...in response,  just for the record):


(Him)I have no doubt that Willingham will rebuild an awful program that he inherited.

(Me)What is with the belief that Ty Willingham is the reincarnation of Bear Bryant or John McKay?? The guy is a totally average head coach. Nothing more, nothing less.





(Him)Just like Charlie Wiess will benefit from a great recruiting class that he inherited.

(Me) By the way, its Weis. One "S", and the "E" comes before the "I". I'm surprised someone as knowledgeable about college football wouldn't know that. Here's what's funny. How come last year....when Ty was there....Notre Dame had no talent? Don't you remember all those pundits on ESPN & ABC telling you and me that ND was dead...that the program would NEVER, EVER mean anything again....that the admissions standards were too tough, etc etc etc......and that ND was waaaaaaay too slow to ever compete against traditional powers (ahem, like Michigan) because ND just couldn't get players anymore? How come the same kids who were 6-6 and 5-7 under Ty....how come those kids are making those plays NOW? Why is that? You don't suppose it just might be coaching, do you? And wait a minute, I'll grant you that Washington was left with a fairly bare cupboard, a combination of the Rick Neuheisel reign of terror and Keith Gilbertson sorta screwing things up even more.....but, wait another minute. If Ty is just a coaching legend, how come he's not taking someone else's players and winning with them? Isn't that what Urban Meyer is doing at Florida?





(Him)I don't know if Ty Willingham would have ever turned ND into a national championship contender, no one will because they pulled the plug after two season...before he ever really got a chance to build the program to his own specifications. They pulled the plug on him faster than they did any coach before him with a comparable record. Hmm...what's the difference between Ty and the rest of the ND coaches?

(Me) How come Jim Tressel won a national title at Ohio State in his 2nd year and in his THIRD year Ty was 6-6? How come it takes him longer to "turn things around" than other coaches? Maybe the reason they pulled the plug on Ty was because he was ineffective. Maybe that plug got pulled because he lost more games by a larger margin (against rivals like Michigan & USC) than any other coach in school history. Even wider margins than jokes like Gerry Faust did. And whether you know it or not, Tyrone, when he was hired....signed a contract that gave the school a buyout option after the 3rd year. Did you know that??? So basically....the school protected itself from having the disaster of another Bob Davie (current ESPN "expert") or Gerry Faust. After consecutive seasons of poorly coached, poorly performing teams---as well as a couple of very poorly regarded recruiting classes---the university pulled the plug. Why is that racist? Why is that racist in your eyes and Ron Zook get fired IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEASON not? Maybe Ron got canned because of some vast, anti-Polish (or Czech or whatever nationality Ron Zook is) conspiracy. Where's the outrage?

(Him) If his skin color had something to do with him getting hired (as some ND fans were more than happy to crow about upon his hire), then its safe to say it probably played at least a part in his early dismissal. You can pretend that one doesn't have anything to do with the other but deep down, you know there's a sliver of truth there. That's why you're so defensive and sensitive about it. The truth hurts and decade after decade, the thin veneer or respectability that was Notre Dame football starts to rot away and rot away until you can see that they're just like everyone else.

(Me) Or maybe, just maybe....instead of being "overly sensitive" to that "sliver of truth" that your looking for....maybe I'm a little bit tired of people who know nothing about the university claiming that there's a conspiracy afoot that's not really happening. How about this one? Maybe your critical of Notre Dame because your anti-Catholic!!! Is that it? Maybe you "deep down"....maybe there's a "sliver of truth" to the fact that this is all about you HATING CATHOLICS! Now, just for the record....I don't think that's the case at all. I'm sure you just maybe don't like the fact that Notre Dame fired some guy that you like as a coach. But me making the claim that you are anti-Catholic is as ludicrious as the national media claiming the Willingham firing was racially motivated. How come there's no outrage from the local media that covers Notre Dame? You never hear a beef about it from any of the Chicago papers. Its always someone like ABC or ESPN....people that can spout off opinions without ever having to back up their comments. Maybe what's closer to the truth is that you don't like Notre Dame and never have. There's nothing wrong with that. I understand that Notre Dame has a very polarizing effect on people. Most people either love them or hate them. I'm okay with that. I just wish that if their going to comment on things, they would do a more thorough investigation into ALL the facts.







(Him) Personally, I happen to like Wiess and think he's a good coach and a great husband and father. For a third or fourth choice of a coach, he's a great pick up. I wish him the best of luck and I'm sure he'll have a long career in South Bend. He's a lot better than ND deserves.

(Me) I'm glad you like Weis. So do I....and I'm sure that he might disagree with you in regards to your comments about Notre Dame not deserving him, especially since he's a graduate of the school and therefore probably has a greater understanding of the university than either Bob Davie (who never truly "got" what made the university special) or Willingham (who did understand that the university was special---but never embraced it). As for Weis, your correct about one thing. From all accounts, he's a great husband and father--particularly with his daughter Hannah, who is autisitic (Weis and his wife have established a charity related to the disease with under Hannah's name). I'm confident that Weis is the right choice. I can tell you this....for the first time since Lou Holtz was coach, I go into games figuring at the very least that the coaching matchup will be even. How many times did the Irish go into a game with Bob Davie as head coach where they could say "Well, at least from a coaching standpoint--we've got the edge". The answer would be almost NEVER. With Willingham, the answer would be--well, more than with Davie, but still not enough. Ty is more of a "CEO" type of coach. He was never a defensive or offensive coordinator, so he was at the mercy of his assistants. Unfortunately for Ty, he stayed with some rather poor choices for too long. Weis has been a successful coordinator at the highest level or football. If he's not a success, I'll be shocked. The guy understands Notre Dame, its myths and legends...and he knows the importance that Irish fans place on them. That doesn't make Irish fans ego maniacs.....it makes them the same as Michigan fans, Alabama fans, USC fans, Texas fans....and fans of big programs all over the country. History has shown that the most successful coaches in Notre Dame history are guys who are almost tortured souls (Leahy, Ara, Holtz)---guys who are miserable after a loss, and really not as happy as they should be after a win. Weis is JUST like that. Willingham's philosphy was that "I never have a bad day". That's a great way of thinking. But not if your a great head coach. The losses that he suffered---the big ones and the close games--never really bothered Willingham that much. History has shown that coaches like that are not successful at Notre Dame. Maybe that sort of philosphy will work at Washington. I guess we'll have to wait and see.

Jeff



Anyway, its not an easy subject no matter how you look at it.  All I know is that I'm happier with the coach we have now than I've been since Lou Holtz left.  He's someone who understands the school....he understands what its all about.  He gives us an advantage on the sidelines that we haven't had since 1996 (ahem, the last year that Lou was walking the sidelines).  Ty's happy in Washington, more power to him.  I'm just wondering how many black coaches WON'T get hired because of the damage that Ty Willingham, John Saunders.....and other talking heads like Michael Wilbon & Alan Grant from ESPN have done.  Who WON'T get hired because a university worries about the social pressure they'll receive if that particular black coach their considering DOES NOT work out?  You know when this will stop being a problem?  When a black coach gets a job---that he deserves---and gets fired.  Not because he's black, but because people recognize that he wasn't doing a good enough job.  Then, he'll be like everyone else.  And isn't that what the media really wants?

Later,
Jeff

Saturday, September 24, 2005

9/24/05---Tales of the Courthouse---Volume 82

Okay, here's one that happened just the other day.  Absolute truth.

Guy comes in the courtroom for a plea hearing.  The charge against him is "stalking".
The state attorney immediately begins to tell the judge that they've had a little bit of a problem getting the victim to come in and testify, which they want in a case with this sort of charge.  So the judge, and here's where the great part comes in, asks the defendant what's going on with the case.

"Judge," the defendant begins, "I just want you to know that I'M the real victim here in this case.  I was only trying to help this woman and her son.  I tried to get her son to join the Boy Scouts.  I tried to be nice to the woman, and its all backfired on me."
"Well sir," the judge says, "according to this police report that I'm reading, it says here that you took a photo of your penis and mailed it to the victim."
"Judge, she said she wanted a nice picture of me."

You can't write that kind of material.....really you can't.

Later,
Jeff

9/24/05---Tales of the Courthouse---Volume 82

Okay, here's one that happened just the other day.  Absolute truth.

Guy comes in the courtroom for a plea hearing.  The charge against him is "stalking".
The state attorney immediately begins to tell the judge that they've had a little bit of a problem getting the victim to come in and testify, which they want in a case with this sort of charge.  So the judge, and here's where the great part comes in, asks the defendant what's going on with the case.

"Judge," the defendant begins, "I just want you to know that I'M the real victim here in this case.  I was only trying to help this woman and her son.  I tried to get her son to join the Boy Scouts.  I tried to be nice to the woman, and its all backfired on me."
"Well sir," the judge says, "according to this police report that I'm reading, it says here that you took a photo of your penis and mailed it to the victim."
"Judge, she said she wanted a nice picture of me."

You can't write that kind of material.....really you can't.

Later,
Jeff

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

9/21/05---My daughter is driving me crazy!`

Well, its been an interesting week for the lovely Kellie Poe-Bowdren.  It was last Tuesday night when she was sitting around doing homework, when Kim mentioned that she hadn't seen any results from Kellie's vocabulary pop quizes.  I sort of stole a glance up at Kellie and she.....she just had that look on her face, ya know?  The one that says that her mind is racing for an answer and quick.  Unfortunately, her mind, like the rest of her, is only 13 years old and not experienced in the fine art of the lie.
Yet.

"Um, I must have left them at school."
"What's that mean?" I asked, not looking up from my computer.
"Uh, I might have left them in my packback or my locker."
"When was it we were supposed to see your progress report?  Like two weeks ago?"
"I'll have to check at school tomorrow and find them."

And then, we had one of those defining moments of clarity.  Her mother cut right thru the bullshit and cut to the chase.

"Was it a D or an F?"

Kellie's eyes begin moving around the living room, searching for either excuses or support from anyone who happened to be there.  Nope.  None there.

"Um..." her eyes went down to the floor.  "Two D's."
"Aha!  Now we're getting somewhere.  Was it a high D, or a low D?" I asked, with just the right hint of sarcasm mixed with a healthy dose of disgust.
"It was a 69 on one quiz and a 61 on another."
"Hmmm.  So that's pretty close to the old F on one of the tests."

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, I told Kellie that her quiz scores had earned her, until Sunday night, no television....no computer....no phone.

So the event was over, right?  About an hour later Kim asks Kellie to take her band uniform out to the car.  As she's beginning to do this, Kim asks if she can also bring Andy's uniform....since Andy was in the shower.  She gives Kim sort of a snippy answer and Kim asks her again to do it.  Again a snippy response....only a little moreso.  I slide a chair out from my spot at the dinner table and invite Kellie to sit down.  I ask her, in a voice just above a whisper.....if she has a problem.  She indicates that she doesn't, and I then remind her that part of our agreement many months ago for her to remain at her current private school was for her to keep her grades up.  The tuition for the next school was due in January, and that she wasn't quite....."out of the woods" on that issue just yet.
Then....it started.   I noticed that Kellie went to bed, and didn't bother to say goodnight.  Then, in the morning, Kellie began giving me the "silent treatment".  She didn't say good morning....she got in the car in silence, and after being dropped off at the bus stop, said nothing upon exiting. 
Ha!  Little did she know that I was well versed in dealing with such strategy.  I had the benefit, if you can call it that....of having spent almost 9 years of my life with someone who was a certifiable PROFESSIONAL in the silent treatment.  The beloved former Mrs Me # 2 could go a good 4 days without speaking nary a word to me....and then would walk up to me and ask what I wanted for dinner.  That was my cue that whatever hissy fit she had been having was over....and we moved on.
That was my life....NINE YEARS worth.  Hey, what can I say?  I loved her. 
So, getting back to my daughter....when she got out of the car to get on the bus, I started getting mad thinking about her little attitude.  And then I got to work and I was still in a bad mood.  I called Kim and told her that I was going to have a little talk with Kellie that night.
So Kellie gets home and Kim announces that she's ready for my talk with her.  And right in the middle of RockStar INXS!!???!!!!  (Can you believe that J.D. won?  What's up with THAT?)  Ahem...anyway.  I began to discuss certain pertinent details with my child as to the way....(cough)....that it was gonna be.

"Now....let's review a few things here, " I said...in my sternest Larry Bowdren voice.
"What is the worst thing you can do in this house?"
"Lie."
"That's correct.  Now...for the previous two weeks, we've been asking you where your progress report was.  Was there anything that was going to be on it that we needed to be told about....we asked you that.  Remember?"
"Yes."
"And you told us that there were going to be NO SURPRISES.....remember?"
"Yes."
"And another word for what you did is.....what is that word?"
"Lying."
"That's correct.  And you knew that you had those two poor marks on your quizes, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"So let's review.  The worse thing you can do in this house?"
"Lying."
"And by not telling us about the poor quiz results....that's a what?"
"A lie."
"Okay then.  Now then....who was it that did these things?"
"Me."
"That's right.  YOU did it.  And so, after we found out, I punished you by taking away your television, phone and computer privileges for a few nights.  And as far as I was concerned....that was that.  I was done with it.  But you went into your room and you got mad at ME for the mistake that you mad.  So then you come out here and after your mother asks you to do something for her, you get a little bit pissy with her.  Not once, but twice.  So I kinda chew you out a little bit, and that's that.  I'm done with the issue.  But you won't let it die.  You went to bed that night without so much as a good night, got up the next morning and didn't talk to anyone.  Gave the old silent treatment to me.  Your mistake, because quite frankly, I've played that game with a better player than you.  A veteran.  A professional.  But what irritated me was that you were doing that because you were mad for something that YOU had done.  And do you know what that silent treatment got you?  One more night without the television, the phone and the computer.  And if you want to go into your room again tonite, and go to bed without saying good night, and give the old silent treatment tomorrow morning....we can have this very same conversation again tomorrow evening....at which point I'll take away those three things for one more night.  Its up to you.  I'm ready to call it a day.  You made a mistake, got punished, now you have to accept the punishment.  Its up to you really.

Next morning.
"Good morning Jeff!"

I almost caved an let her have the things back a day early, but I didn't.  What a crusty old bastard I am.  And maybe I should've felt a wee bit guilty about it.  And then, Monday night....AFTER DINNER.....Kim held up Kellie's progress report.
The one she decided to show me so that we could "have dinner in peace".
3 B's, 2 B minuses, and one D.  Uh....yours truly was not happy.  And I mentioned that the time had yet to come that she could hide a poor grade from school from us and get away with it.  I know, because Lord knows, her brother tried.  And I mentioned that the party....the one we were planning on allowing she and her brother to have in late October....well.....her portion of the party was in slight jeopardy at this point. 
Next progress report.  Two weeks.  Any D's or F's.....no party.

Ya gotta keep these youngsters in line now a days.

Later,
Jeff

Sunday, September 18, 2005

9/18/05---So, well....so much for the undefeated season

I have to remind myself that I predicted a 7-4 season.  Oh sure, we all got pretty worked up with the 2-0 start and all....and maybe we forgot that Michigan State gives out scholarships too.  They have a tricky offense to defend and it showed (along with our apparently crappy defense, but I digress).  Last week on one of the websites someone actually called for offering defensive coordinater Rick Minter a "lifetime contract".  This week, we need to start looking for someone else, or so say the comments that were posted.  Such is life as a college football fan I suppose.
That being said, let me offer you my take on the positives and negatives of the game.
POSITIVES:
1) We never gave up...we never quit.  Last year's team would have flat out quit when the score reached 38-17.  I mean, I have no doubt in my mind.  The final score of a game like this one last year would've been around 52-24 or something.
This year, Charlie Weis gets his team together and rallies them as they make it all the way back and tie the game--and they were about a foot and a half from a miracle win on the final play of the regulation time, as the MSU running back JUST managed to make it out of his own endzone.  Can you imagine how incredible it would have been to win the game on a safety after coming back from 21 points down?  OMAN!
2) Brady Quinn is showing signs of being a stallion.  He still has these moments during a game when he will miss a wide open receiver...and he either has trouble reading blitzes, or doesn't know what to do with them....but face it, this kid is going to play in the NFL for a long time.  And the thing I like most about him is that for all his physical ability, he doesn't appear to be a knucklehead like Rick Mirer.  Rick had all the physical talent in the world also, but it just looked sometimes like the all the lights in the house weren't on, ya know?  Quinn shows football intelligence.
3) Maurice Stovall had a monster game.  He actually looked like an NFL player on some of the catches that he made.
4) Darius Walker is going to finish as one of the three most prolific RB's ever to play at ND.  I don't want to make too much out of something, but the more I see the kid, the more I'm reminded of Emmitt Smith--which isn't a bad thing.

NEGATIVES:
1) Wow, our defensive backfield is capable of getting lit up like a Christmas tree.
If we can't bring in some DB's this recruiting season, we never will.  There's probably a good number of kids who can come right on campus and get some fairly significant playing time next season.
2) I think we can forget the Victor Abiamiri is the next Ross Browner talk.  Slick Vic just doesn't appear to have that extra special thing that the great pass rushers have.
He's a nice player, don't get me wrong...but he's not leaving South Bend with any sack records either.
3) Maurice Stovall in the 4th quarter is the same guy we've seen for the past 3 years.
As great as the guy was in the first 3 quarters is how terrible he was in the final quarter.  4 drops isn't exactly glossing up your resume there Maurice.
4) Corey Mays was everywhere in the Michigan game.  Let's just say he was not a candidate for player of the game yesterday.  And if you watch the replay of the final play...MSU's touchdown in overtime....Mays at LB seems to wait a full second before reacting to the play.  Seriously, he was just standing there.

So overall, it was still a loss.  I really had this game read wrong.  I thought that ND would play out of their mind in their first home game.  Give credit to MSU for playing a good game....but......
I'm not going to forget that image of them planting their flag in our field for a long time.  Later on ESPN Lou Holtz talked about it and summed up my feelings nicely:

"The next time these two teams play, the only flag that Michigan State waves is going to be a white one.  And the Irish are going to plant it right into their heart."

Amen coach....amen.

Later,
Jeff

Saturday, September 17, 2005

9/17/05---Nag, nag, nag

Why no, as a matter of fact I haven't been posting much this past week.  God forbid I should get just a LITTLE bit busy, ya know?  Yesterday, I came home and literally just fell into bed and slept for about 45 minutes at the end of the day. 
Beginning on Wednesday, my nightmare began.  We had a calendar call of about 85 cases in the morning, followed by an arraignment docket of about 75 cases.  Then, on Thursday, we had an arraignment docket of about 70 cases, followed by an afternoon's worth of motions and hearings that went past 5pm.  Friday morning and afternoon we had a combined calendar call of about 165 cases.  So, over the course of about 3 days, I processed about 400 files.  Ordinarily, that's almost 3 weeks worth of work---in 3 days.  Making the whole scenario even a little bit more difficult was the fact that I have a brand new docket clerk getting my files ready for me, and in typical clerk's office fashion....she isn't really trained.  I'd be working on my prepartion of the dockets, and be missing like 10 files.  This never happened with my old docket clerk, and I guess I got a little spoiled, because its more than a little stressful to have to tell the judge that "I don't have that file".  Part of the reason we were so busy was making up for our hurricane Katrina days off a couple of weeks ago, and then we were trying to make up for....well....quite frankly all the days off that a certain someone takes (ahem).  All that combined made for one tired young man.  Well, maybe not "young", but you get the drift.
One quick "tales from the courthouse" story that happened on Wednesday.  We had scheduled a non jury for late in the morning, around 11:30am.....and when the time came and went, the defendant hadn't showed up.  So the judge issued a warrant for him and we all left.  When court started back at 1:30pm, sure enough...there was the defendant (a homeless guy by the way).  So the judge calls him up and asks him where he was.  The guy is either cocky or stoned...or maybe drunk (or a combination of all three) and says....

"Hey, I done TOLD you all that I might be late.....so what's up?  What's the big deal?"
"Well sir," the judge says, "the big deal is that we were ready to have a non jury trial and you weren't here....so now its going to have to be rescheduled."
"Well where's their witness.  Was he here?"
"He was on phonestandby waiting to see if you were going to show."
"Well then you really didn't even miss me then....the officer wasn't here!"
"Ya know sir...I'm starting to wonder about the way your acting if maybe you're not under the influence of some alcohol or something and I'm going to ask my baliff if she doesn't maybe smell anything coming from your breath."

Now, here's where the best part of the story happens.  The baliff sort of moves up next to him....ya know...just to see if she gets a whiff of any beer or something....and the guy turns his head towards her and like blows right into her face.  The expression on my baliff's face was like one of those Mastercard commercials.  Priceless.

"Deputy," the judge asks, "do you smell any alcohol?"
"Uh....no judge.....not alcohol."

Let's remember....homeless guy.  Chances are, he didn't have time for a tic tac before he came to court.  You do the math.

Later,
Jeff

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

9/14/05---The Perfect Storm?

Saw this quote today...and thought it was hilarious.  Beano...what a hoot the guy is.

Speaking of predictions, I don't know how many of you listen to Colin Cowherd on ESPN Radio, but I like the guy (and Eric Cricilias too -- both more than Dan Patrick). He's a USC lover, but not a Notre Dame hater. Anyway, he had Beano Cook on this morning and immediately started giving him shit about his reputation for leaning toward ND. Cook says he actually doesn't like Notre Dame itself, just the players on the team and the history of the team. He was seriously trying to distance himself from the Irish. Even said that ND has stunk it up the last decade or so and it hasn't hurt college football one bit. He said Notre Dame's "arrogance" has turned him against the University. Then he went on this spiel about how Hesburgh was the greatest university president of the 20th century, and things were done properly under him. He said that when Hesburgh left and "the new regime" made that "back room deal"
with NBC and at the same time had a representative speaking with ABC, he lost all of his respect for the University. Then he went on to say that he predicted at the beginning of the season that if ND beat Michigan they would win the National Championship. Cowherd was ripping him, saying that with the athletes at USC and Tennessee, not to mention Texas and Miami and Georgia, etc. we would never win the National Championship..."they're just not that good." Beano responds that if it had just to do with athletes, college football would be a different game altogether. That sometimes everything just comes together in one place at the right time, the "perfect storm." He closed by saying, "The perfect storm is forming at Notre Dame as we speak."


All together now......wooooooooooooooo

Thursday, September 8, 2005

9/8/05---Going back home again...well, not really...

So it was a couple of months ago that I got a call from my friend Chris, who informed me that his wife Leslie had gotten snagged speeding by a motorcycle cop (the absolute worst--don't get me started).  He wanted to know if I could help her out, and I got a friend of mine who's an attorney to take her case and get a satisfactory result for her.  From the beginning, all I asked for was for Leslie to make me some of her homemade cookies--which, I gotta tell ya--are unbelieveable.
So now the case is over, and its time to collect my payment.  Now, what you may not realize is....Chris & Leslie live right down the hall from the former Mrs Me # 2.
Lately there has been an olive branch extended by both of us, and things have been relatively peaceful an harminous, so I thought this might be a good time to go over and see Chris & his wife.  It had only been 7 years, ya know?
And yet, I felt the butterflies floating in the stomach as I drove up the oh-so-familar drive to the condo that I had lived at for almost 7 years.  I looked at what was the same, and what had changed.

"...friends look a me, they say I've changed,
but something's lost and something's gained,
in living every day."

For the record, that's the first time I've quoted a song by Judy Collins.  Yikes!
Anyway, I'm wondering what's going to happen if I run into Kelly.  Based on our emails, we both have indicated that the meeting will be civil....but who really knows?
So I went into the situation prepared to be okay if I saw her, and okay if I didn't.
I knocked on the door and Chris' answered.  The last time I saw him he was about 9 years old.  Now he's 17 and working on a set of sideburns.  Where did that part of my life go too?  Chris hasn't changed....not even a little bit.  Its good to see him.
When my time on earth is done, (and hopefully that will be quite a ways down the road) Chris will definitely stand out as one of the true characters I've met in my life.
A big burly man, with a beard that looks like Santa (or maybe a "Bad Santa"), he is what someone I once knew referred to as a "journeyman" drinker.  Let's just say that if half of what Chris tells me is true, the man's liver must be screaming for help.
Anyway, we talk for about 20 minutes...catch up...talk about old times and, in general, reminisce.  Then its time to go.  We stand out on the front step near the stairwell and finish up our conversation.  Two ladies from our condo come walking up and Chris tells one who I am.  Don't you recognize him, he asks?

"Why...you're Misty's dad, aren't you?"
"Well, yes....I guess I was.""
"Well its been forever....how have you been?"

We make some small talk, and she turns to the lady behind her....who is quite a bit older...bordering on the "cranky old lady". 

"Lee....you remember Misty's dad, don't you?"
"What?  Well...yes...it is you.  Honey, you've put on way too much weight."
"Why thank you.  I appreciate you noticing."

Nothing like coming home again for a little insulting.  It was funny in retrospect I suppose. I remember when I left...that first time.  I remember when I "walked through the fire", as my brother called it.  When I decided that it would hurt worse to stay than it would to leave.  Some of my friends, like Chris & Leslie, knew that the time was coming quickly.  So did another neighbor, Paul.  I'll never forget something that Paul told me about a week before I finally left.

"The day you drive away from here....you're going to feel this huge weight come off your shoulders.  Its going to feel like such a sense of relief."

But, I didn't feel that on the day I left.  I drove away feeling ashamed.  Not for leaving.  I felt ashamed for the WAY I was leaving.  Like a dog with its tail between its legs.  So I said goodbye to Chris and walked to my car.  I found myself looking over to Kelly's condo, wondering if she would come walking out "accidently".
I looked to see if I could see a kitchen curtain parting, to see if someone was quietly watching me leave...for a 2nd time.  But no one was at the window.  And I drove away....and I felt that sense of relief come over me.  That feeling that....I was so glad that I didn't live there anymore.

Later,
Jeff

Wednesday, September 7, 2005

9/7/05---My dog, Midnight

Boy do I love my dog Midnight.  Here's an example of why:  Yesterday morning, its about 5:40am and I woke up before the alarm went off.  I hear Kim opening the backdoor to let Midnight & Jazz out in the backyard.  Couple of things real quick.
Beezer does not like to go in the backyard.  Who knows why?  Its just not his cup of tea.  Jazz will go back there, but gets a little wigged out if its rainy or wet.  Well, on this particular day...it was absolutely pouring rain.  So Jazz is of course, hesitant to go out.  Midnight of course, is the complete opposite.  He could care less if its raining, it only adds to his playtime.  It means he gets to run underneath all the wet bushes, and walk through the muddy areas of the yard....he's just having a good old time. 
Anyway, so Kim lets the dogs out, and I'm just laying there, waiting for my alarm.
It finally goes off, and like 7 million other people in this country, I immediately hit the snooze and lay back in bed.  I hear Kim let Jazz in, and she promptly walks into our room and begins shaking herself dry--all over our new bedspread (thanks Jazz).
So now Kim still has Midnight outside...and what follows is a fairly accurate transcription of what I heard:

"Midnight!  Get in here...and I mean right now."  (loud whispering...its 5:45am)
Couple seconds of silence.
"Midnight!  I am warning you...you better get over here right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT!  You better quit that barking!  I mean it...get over here...right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT!  You are getting me mad!  You better get in out of this rain!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT!  I told you to stop that!  You better....get over here right this minute!"

Now, at this point, I'm laying there...and I'm thinking.  Oh boy, I am going to have to get up and I mean in a hurry or Midnight is going to be in some big trouble.

"MIDNIGHT!  You better come over here....get out of that mud!  Right now!"
BARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!!
"MIDNIGHT!  Stop that barking!"

I'm serious.  It was like an Abbot & Costello routine.  Kim was Bud & Midnight was Lou.  I kept waiting for "who's on first?"  So finally, I get up and walk into the bathroom and ask Kim to step aside.

"BOY!  You better get your ass in here rightnow!"

Out of the darkness this black figure comes running in the rain, and I swear to you...
I mean I swear to you....he had a smile on his face.  I stop him there in the bathroom, Kim hands me a towel and walks out grumbling....and I'm toweling him off...sort of giving him a little bit of grief about not listening to his Mom.......and I swear....he's got this look on his face.....like he had planned the whole damn thing.

And that....THAT....is why I call Midnight....not my dog.....but my other son.

Later,
Jeff

Sunday, September 4, 2005

Saturday, September 3, 2005

9/4/05---Ahem....football fans...hello...are you there?

  HERE COME THE IRISH!

I report from ground zero. It is caged mayhem.

The Irish infestation has taken over this tri-rivered city. Bewildered Pirate fans watched dumbfounded as Cub fans shouted from seemingly every seat at PNC park. Later, the bars mirrored that makeup. Irish from Philadelphia, Los Angeles, Miami and parts unknown comandeered microphones unleashing Irish hell on fans who really only care about the black and gold. The Panthers don't even rank as an after thought here.

Charlie Weis was seen at the front of a four bus convoy thrusting his fists into the air at the Irish fans saluting and screaming in the streets. Patton has arrived. Run for the hills. Hide in the basement. Head butt your dog. Mayhem is at the door. And he speaks with a brogue accent.

Later,
Jeff

9/3/05---Football returns (ladies, proceed at your own risk!)

Well, its finally here again.  The anticipation of another football season.  You can tell its almost football season a number of ways.  No, not the crispness of an autumn wind, not the sounds of helmets and shoulder pads cracking against one another.....
no, I was thinking of the fact that baseball's Chicago Cubs are once again taking a late season crap and that I got my notification for the annual fantasy football draft.

Of course, before we get to the fantasy football draft, allow us to pontificate momentarily on what really matters.  Its a college football Saturday, its a Notre Dame football Saturday, we've got a new coach, and  (shockers on top of shockers)
we have a coach who.....if we are to believe that which we see and hear....(gulp)....

MAY ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT HE'S DOING.

Yep, Notre Dame grad (class of '78) Charlie Weis has been coaching 'em up over the spring & fall camps....and more than anything, I believe he has the kids confident about themselves.  You have to know that at the end of last year the confidence level in this team was at just about an alltime low.  Charlie, along with (GASP!) a group of assistants that is HIGHLY REGARDED (when's the last time you heard THAT about a group of Notre Dame assistants??), has got the kids to believe in themselves.  And ya know what?  All that ridiculous babble you hear from the talking heads on ESPN about how the Irish don't have any talent?  Folks, there's a reason that Notre Dame is listed at # 3 as far as schools with the highest number of players in the NFL.  And like Casey Stengel used to say:

"You can look it up."

That's right....# 3.  Right behind Miami & Florida State, two football programs that have been...oh, I dunno....fairly successful over the last 10 years.  So how come Notre Dame is still sending players to the NFL on a regular basis but is not doing so well on the field or on the scoreboard?  Hmm....gee....kinda makes you wonder, huh?  Makes you wonder if its.....hmmm.....COACHING?

My prediction?  Notre Dame.....7-4.
Tonights game?  I say.....Notre Dame-31  Pitt-17.

Our annual fantasy football draft was last evening, with a lot of good food and good conversation about football.  Here's how my team ended up looking, keeping in mind that I play in a "keeper" league and was allowed to retain up to four players from last season.  The guys I retained were:
QB--Daunte Culpepper
RB--Julius Jones
WR--Andre Johnson
TE--Tony Gonzalez

Pretty good start I think.

So last night I picked up:
RB--Brian Westbrook
WR--Laveranues Coles
Defense--Carolina Panthers
WR--Lee Evans
RB--Michael Bennett
RB--Warrick Dunn
RB--Deshaun Foster
TE--Doug Jolley
RB--Ciatrick Fason
QB--J P Losman
Defense--Cincinnati Bengals
K--Shayne Graham
TE--Ben Watson
RB--Brandon Jacobs

Not a bad lineup.  I took some guys who can help me now, along with a couple of picks with an eye towards next year's draft (Losman, Fason & Jacobs).  My crew of running backs is very deep, so I have value at that position to trade if the need should arise.  And now......

ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL????

Later,
Jeff