Hey ya’ll.
Greg, being a thinking kind of guy, came up with the idea that we should have an All-Day blog. One that everybody can add to, comment on, post pictures in, and various other phrases that all end with prepositions.
Being the helpful lad that I am, I set one up.
Have fun.
No really.
I am.
They’re on about every 12 seconds. On every channel.
At any rate, my experiment with the electric heaters was a qualified success. I relented and turned on the gas after a week – mainly to keep my pipes from freezing. Set it at 55 degrees and let the heaters go crazy whenever I was in the house.
My gas bill dropped to $180. My electric went up $11. So I’ll call it a savings. Not ENOUGH, mind you, but a savings nonetheless.
On the job front, it appears that I’ve dodged the bullet again. My affiliate’s IT department was declared exempt from the layoffs – at least for now – because of a major project that we’ve been working on for the last 18 months. In truth, I don’t have a great deal to do with it, but I’m not going to tell anyone.
Watched the Superbowl the other day. Decent game. Then I played football on my PS2 and won yet another national championship. My current winning streak is 119 games or something. I really need to get out more.
My blood pressure has reached its highest levels ever, prompting my doctor to give me stern looks and make me keep a diary of what it is for the next 6 weeks. Yay.
My website continues to run terribly slowly, and I’ve pretty much decided that I’ll have to change hosts again in the near future. Waiting for my bonus to come through before I do that.
Jenny did my taxes last week (she LIKES doing them!), and it looks like I’ll get enough of a refund to take a decent chunk out of what’s remaining on my car (I know, Mom. I didn’t do it last year. I paid credit cards instead).
Started playing around with ASP.NET last week. Pretty cool little coding engine. I might try to put it to some use at some point.
I’m hungry.
And that’s that. I guess I should go buy something for Valentine’s Day now.
I got my natural gas bill a few days ago. The previous one was $70. This one was $240.
I paid it. Then I turned my heat off. Not down. OFF. Then I bought three electric heaters. Ran one in my bedroom last night and was relatively comfortable. When I came downstairs this morning, it was 51 degrees in my living room.
I spent the week after Christmas with Cy and T in their Vermont home. It was 65 in their house with the heat turned off. What’s up with that?
But hey. “Rudy” is on television this morning, so I’m happy. I really need to buy that DVD. It’s a good football fix during the offseason. So is my Playstation. I’m currently the head coach of the LSU Tigers in my third season of “Dynasty” play. During season 1, I coached Furman University, had an 11-1 record, beat LSU in the Sugar Bowl, and my QB won the Heisman. I was immediately offered a job with Washington, which I took.
In season two, my Huskies won the mythical national championship, beating Georgia in the Rose Bowl by a score of 246-6. My halfback won the Heisman.
This season, I’m undefeated with an average win margin of over 100 points. My wide receiver is in the driver’s seat for the Heisman.
I said “mythical” national championship because the I-A division of college football doesn’t really have one. They just get voted in. In I-AA, it’s different. There’s a 16-team playoff, which – if you’ve read any of my previous posts – should be somewhat familiar to you. My last entry here was written the week prior to Furman’s game at Appalachian State.
True to all of the games between those teams over the last several years, this one was a nail-biter. It ended somewhat controversially when Furman’s QB fumbled the ball in the last minute of the game while driving for what would have been the winning score. Replays showed pretty clearly that the fumble was a forward pass. Them’s the breaks. Appalachian State went on to win the championship the following week. Furman went home to start planning for next year. Between then and now, I’ve got 9 months of watching football movies and playing playstation.
And, of course, going to a bowl-a-thon (to raise money for the athletics programs) next month.
BellSouth announced just before Christmas (in their best Grinch voice) that they’ll be laying off 1,500 more management employees between February and April. For those of you unfamiliar with my job history over the last 15 years, it goes something like this:
1990: Quit job in Greenville, moved to Atlanta, started temping.
1991: Hired on full-time with NYNEX.
1992: NYNEX acquired by ComputerLand, massive layoffs follow. I survived.
1993: ComputerLand sells off most franchises, becomes Vanstar. Massive layoffs follow. I survivied.
1994: Quit Vanstar. Began contracting. First job with BellSouth. Hated it so much, I swore I’d never work for them again.
1997: Convinced by my boss to take “a very short-term” gig with BellSouth (1 week). After that, I went on to Coca-Cola for 6 months. During that time, BellSouth twice called me to offer me my current job. I turned them down. The third time the job was offered – at a substantial pay raise – I took it.
2000 – BellSouth puts emphasis on DSL, cutting my affiliate (cable TV) with every conceivable cutting tool. In 3 months, we went from 1800 employees to 250. I survived.
2002 – BellSouth reacts like every other company after 9/11, beginning several rounds of massive layoffs. I survived.
2003 – More layoffs. I survived.
I think the target’s on my back this time around. I’ll be holding my breath for the next few months. I’m not overly concerned. I’ve made tentative plans for how to handle things should the axe fall, and my boss keeps insisting that I’m safe – although I may end up working for a different affiliate. But if I *am* shown the door, I’m ready to start over again. This time at 40 years old instead of 25. Maybe I can do it again when I’m 55!
So now everyone should be fairly caught up on my life. Hope you all have a great 2006!
TWD
Okay, so it’s been a month. I have a slow life.
You know that team I was talking about last month? The one that beat us when we were ranked #1? Well, they made it to the playoffs and lost their first-round game after leading by 19 points in the third quarter.
Three days later, the entire coaching staff was fired. This staff had a .714 winning record over the last four years, made the playoffs three of those years, and won the conference championship twice.
Apparently, “Great” doesn’t cut it at Georgia Southern.
So anyway, they’re out of the playoffs. My team continues to play. We won a squeaker against Nicholls State in the first round, and last week we travelled to Richmond and held them off (24-20), so in week three we get to travel to Appalachian State – a team that some would consider our #2 rival, and a team that we squeaked by (at our place) earlier this year. Beating them at their house is a different matter, and I’m afraid we’re a decided underdog.
But if we should win, it’s onward to Chattanooga, where we’ll be playing for the I-AA National Championship.
I didn’t get to go to the Richmond game, and I won’t be able to make the App State game, either, so I’m desperately hoping for a win this weekend so that I can attend our last game of the season.
The new server that was running my new site finally gave up the ghost and I had to migrate everything back to the old one. Still haven’t decided how I’m going to fund a dedicated server so I can get the new code back up, but I’ll figure it out sometime after the season. Anybody want to lend me a couple grand?
Work is still work, although it’s been more exciting over the last couple of weeks due to the fact that I’ve picked up a massive cold and can’t shake it. Been inhaling Theraflu for the last several days and trying not to breathe on anyone.
This weekend, I’ve got my annual Christmas gigs at Northbrook UMC (thank God – I need the money), which is the reason I won’t be able to make the game at ASU. It happens every year – I’ve got a rehearsal on the morning of a playoff game. For the last couple of years, those games have been at home, so I’ve been able to make them – late. This year, with the game starting at noon in Boone, NC, there’s just no way I can make it. I was hoping for a 6:00 PM start or something.
Got a couple more orders for the high school game pictures last night, which is nice. Brings my total so somewhere around $800. Not bad for an amateur who was just having some fun at a football game.
It’s rather chilly in Atlanta this morning (got down below freezing last night), but my thermonuclear plastic siding and kryptonite-filled windows are doing an excellent job of insulating my house. I put the stuff on last year (at a cost of nearly $25K), and was pretty concerned that it wouldn’t work as advertised (natural gas prices went through the roof this winter), but I’m pretty pleased.
I’m certain that it’s not as cold here as it probably is in Vermont, which is where a friend and I will be spending about a week at Christmas. Really looking forward to the trip. I need to freeze my ass off every now and then.
Mom and Dad returned from a trip to Israel and Egypt yesterday, so I’m also looking forward to seeing their pictures and hearing their stories about that trip. I’m assuming, since they arrived back in one piece (two pieces, actually), that they didn’t waste a lot of time at malls or discos while they visited the land of peace and harmony.
I need to rake my lawn in a very bad way. Unfortunately, it’s dark when I get home from work, and it’s dark when I get out of bed. I work from home tomorrow. Maybe I’ll do it then.
Later, all.
Problem is, there’s really not much to type about.
That’s never actually stopped me before, but I thought I’d go ahead and throw it out there in advance, thereby making the drivel something that isn’t my fault.
My college team played our biggest rival this last weekend. We were ranked #1 going into the game, and they were #14 – but in this game, the records really don’t matter. I know it’s an old cliche, but it’s true. The first time we ever played them was in 1985 – in the National Championship Game (capitalized because it’s sacred, I guess). They won by 2 points.
The second time we played them was in 1988 – in the National Championship Game. We won by 5 points.
About two years after that, they joined our conference and they had our number, building up a pretty impressive winning percentage against us. The tide started to turn around the year 2000 (and if there are some of you who aren’t family reading this – and you know who you are – don’t correct my history. I don’t claim to remember it), when – for the first time EVER – one of our running backs rushed for over 300 yards in a game, and we beat them by a score of 45-10.
They came back the next year and nipped us during the regular season, but in the playoffs we beat them at their place – the first time EVER that they’d lost a home playoff game.
The following year, they crushed us at home.
Last year, we beat them with a goal-line stand.
And this year, they beat us with a last-minute interception. But take heart…we’re not in the playoffs yet, and there’s a good possibility that we’ll get to play them again before the year is out.
On the high school front, I’m actually rather pleased with the number of parents who’ve ordered prints from me for a game I shot a few weeks ago. I mailed out orders totaling $200 yesterday, and I’ve received requests for about $200 more today. Did I spell “received” right? I think I mentioned somewhere in the history of this thing that I run my computer on my television and I can barely see what I’m typing. At any rate, I’m hoping to make between $700 and $1000 off of that game before all is said and done.
And I ran into an old placekicker friend of mine last weekend who has invited me to come shoot his old high school team….a team from a pretty expensive private school here in Atlanta….a team that generally does very well on the football field.
I admit it: I’m smelling green, baby.
Work is still work, although my boss and HER boss finally got together yesterday and told a person who was ALMOST my boss (but, thank God, is not) that I don’t have time to do everything she wants me to do everytime she wants me to do it. A project scheduled for completion before the end of the year, therefore, has been pushed back to sometime next year. We had a long conference call today and I basically said, “I’ll do what I can do. I’m going insane. Please understand.”
Amazingly, she did.
Tonight, I’m sitting in my underwear on my couch trying to determine when my college website is going to crash again. I moved it to a new host about 10 days ago, gave it a new look and a new domain name, and it’s crashed about 4 times since then. I am now on a first-name basis with the tech guys at my new host.
A friend of mine is flying in from Philadelphia tonight and I’m picking her up at the airport.
I intend to put on more than underwear before I do so.
Picking her up was a tough call. After all, Tuesday night is Trivia night. I’ll probably go play for an hour.
Speaking of trivia, Dad was the printer selected by the trivia guy to print up all the scoresheets and stuff. Dad, he is VERY HAPPY with your work and he plans to send me information about other trivia companies that need similar work done. Hope it won’t bother you if I send you some more busisness.
I’m serious. He’s thrilled with the stuff you did for him. Well done, old man!
And that, as they say, is that. I think I’ll make a sandwich now.
As hurricane Wilma rips across southern Florida, my little house in Duluth is reaping the rewards of not being in southern Florida. It’s a beautiful morning. The temperature is hovering around 45, the sun is just coming up, and there’s a very nice breeze kicking things around outside and fascinating my cats, who apparently like the cooler temps as much as I do.
The younger of the two (“Boo”) has been busy expressing her joy over the last few days by barfing all over the house. I’m so glad I cleaned the carpets last week. Guess I’ll get to do it again tonight.
I set out to film a high school football team last Friday night, the result of an invitation by a parent of one of the players at Brookwood HS who is also the parent of a player at Furman. She convinced the Brookwood booster club to pay me to take pictures of the seniors on the team (it was “Senior Night”), and also asked me to stick around and shoot the rest of the game with an eye towards selling “action” shots to parents of players who wanted them.
I was a bit leery of doing this – particularly if up-front money was involved – because I’ve historically had very bad luck shooting this team. This is in part due to the fact that – like most high school teams – they play at night, which makes “action” shooting pretty difficult. High school stadiums are rarely equipped with the kind of lighting that I’ve gotten used to shooting night games at colleges; and the addition of a commercial grade flash, while helpful, hasn’t done the trick for me on the few previous times I’ve shot this team. They also wear dark uniforms, which doesn’t help things at all.
So we negotiated a ridiculously low price ($100) for the “posed” senior pictures – which would take place on the 50-yard line before the game in relatively good light – and then I got a player roster with indications of which parents would be most likely to want action shots. I told my contact that I’d make the pictures available on a best-effort basis, and that I reserved the right to tell hopeful parents that I just didn’t get anything good enough to print.
Fantastically, I got to see first-hand how much I’ve improved since the last time I attempted to shoot a high school game. I actually managed to get a good number of decent shots and setup a website yesterday with thumbnails and ordering information for parents who are interested.
Now, as they say, I can sit back and watch the money roll in.
On Saturday, I drove up to Greenville and shot the Furman vs. Elon game, flushed with excitement about my chances because of the successful Friday-night game and because my pictures from last week (at The Citadel) were among the best I’ve ever taken.
On the positive side, Furman clicked on all cylinders and blew Elon off the field (45-6)…meaning that they’re good. On the negative side, Furman clicked on all cylinders and blew Elon off the field (45-6)…meaning that I was pretty much bored silly and took some absolutely terrible pictures. Early in the second half, the reserve players started coming into the game, so I spent a lot of the afternoon shooting them – I’d gotten a request from one of their parents to do so a couple of weeks ago. I haven’t spent a great deal of time seeing what I got, but I’m hoping that the parental enthusiasm over seeing little Jimmy get to play will overshadow the fact that my pictures of little Jimmy are blurred, poorly-framed, and lack any type of excitement.
I’ve almost finished painting my office (a spare bedroom), and – while it isn’t exactly what I had in mind – I think it’s going to look extremely cool. I’d intended to paint the wall around my fireplace with a deep maroon color. My furniture is black leather, my fireplace is black, and most of my throws and pillows are maroon…so I figured a maroon accent wall would work out well.
At the last minute last week, I decided to paint my office maroon instead – sort of a formal, studious color, right? So I took the gallon of paint that I’d purchased for the accent wall, got two more of the same color, and started in on the office.
It ain’t maroon. It’s bright red. At least it was after the first coat was applied. The second coat darkened it somewhat, but it’s still more red than maroon. The third coat verified the fact that I’m going to have a red office. But I think it’s going to look very nice once I paint the ceiling and trim (white). Then it’s back to the Home Depot to find some MAROON paint for the accent wall around the fireplace.
I’ll be spending a lot of time cleaning, painting, and eating beans this week. And enjoying the cool weather, of course.
Gas prices this week, incidentally, are hovering around $2.65. Too expensive. Why can’t manufacturers REALLY start to explore hybrid technology?
Later, all.
TWD
As Hurricane Tammy bears down on the southeast, I feel kind of like I’m caught up in a little hurricane of my own.
Actually, the hurricane is supposed to be right around Greenville at game time this Saturday, which should be interesting. A friend of mine from work was thinking about coming to a game this year and taking some pictures. She went to Stephen F. Austin (in Texas), a team that’s played us one time – and knocked us out of the playoffs in 1989 in a snowstorm. My friend’s name is Tammy. We came to a decision that this weekend ain’t gonna be the one that she goes to Greenville. Hurricanes, snowstorms, Tammy, Stephen F. Austin, losing big games….the karma just isn’t there, dudes…
At any rate, my little storms at work finally got the best of me yesterday, and I was forced to send an email out to a number of people and say, “I don’t know what you all want me to do. Please use little words and tell me.”
I was totally serious. Two days ago, I found myself on a conference call promising to have something done on November 27th. After the call, I had to ask a co-worker what it was that I’d promised to do.
BEI currently has a number of different important (read “company-saving”) initiatives going on:
While all of these things are wonderful from a staying-in-business standpoint, our president has decided that we should be able to accomplish them all without benefit of any increase in headcount. We currently have two UNIX administrators and one Windows administrator (that’d be me). The UNIX people are sort of overwhelmed with their contributions to ITC 5.503 – you can imagine how I’m faring, having to deal with ALL of the projects at once. I’ve become sort of a deer caught in the headlights.
Take this morning, for example. My part of the ITC upgrade is to upgrade a system called “Compass” – the Windows front-end to the ITC back-end. I wasn’t aware that I needed to do ANYTHING until two days ago, when I was informed at about 7:00 AM that I needed to have the “test corp” updated that day. I scrambled around, found out what software needed to be installed, and installed it. Then I let a UNIX guy on to the box to tweak the database settings – bam. Box crashed. Operating system corrupted.
So the upgrade became a complete rebuild. I’ve rebuilt the box. I’ve installed all of the necessary application software. I’ve engaged developers and experts in Trinidad and California. As of 10 minutes ago, users still couldn’t use the application and nobody knows why. Since this is an application-based problem, I have know idea what the problem is (and, to be honest, that’s not my job anyway). However, because I’m the only Windows admin, I’m the one getting the calls from users…and all I can do is say, “We’re working on it,” before sending ever-more frantic voicemails to Trinidad and California.
The IPTV project, while being VERY cool, is an absolute monster. I’m supposed to have 138 servers delivered tomorrow. All will have to be unboxed, racked, have an operating system installed, and be individually configured to do the job that they’re supposed to do. I’m dearly hoping that we’ll get some help from our corporate brethren on this one, but I’m not actually counting on it.
CyberCSR has been going on for over a year and involves fighting with our corporate internet centers in Birmingham and Charlotte – people who, quite frankly, are so interested in taking over our infrastructure completely that they’re setting up “security rules” that could only be complied with by asking customers to give us their first-born before we allow them to access their bill.
What’s just super-terrible is that all of these projects are inter-related and dependent on each other. IPTV can’t go into effect unless people can sign up online, which needs CyberCSR. CyberCSR can’t function unless the billing software is updated to ITC 5.503. IPTV also depends upon our technicians having access to Wireless Broadband (WBB). We can neither sell this stuff nor work on it unless our reporting system (BEIWEB) is operational – and I can’t complete UDM because BEIWEB is having a problem operating in the corporate network.
One of the UNIX admins, being a very helpful lady, has taken the initiative of “helping me” by ordering Windows servers – but she doesn’t always keep me informed of what servers she’s ordered – I might make the mistake of assuming that she’s taken care of something, only to find out the day before I’m supposed to have it operational that the server hasn’t even been spec’d out, much less ordered. It’s sort of freaking me out.
So today, I’ve got a user screaming at me because Compass isn’t working yet, but I need to go to a meeting downtown for UDM-related stuff.
There are times when I hate my job.
The November 27th thing? That’s when I promised that I’d have CyberCSR working, apparently.
But hey, I took a really cool picture a few days ago. This is my cat, Bo. I set the shutter speed to half a second and zoomed in on him while I was making the exposure. I like the “saintly” effect that it created. Looks like a radial blur out of Photoshop, but this came straight out of the camera.
Later, y’all.
Where’d September go? All I remember is sitting in traffic.
And football. Always football. My college team has continued to limp along since being crushed a few weeks ago in the second week of the season. They coasted to an easy win against Samford in week three, won in double-overtime vs. Hostra two weeks ago, and were in the process of destroying a vastly-outmanned Gardner-Webb squad last weekend before most of the starters left the game in the second quarter. The game ended up with Furman on top, 48-31 and featured something like 1,000 yards total offense (both teams).
Our defense continues to be suspect, and the game next week – against a very good Appalachian State team – will probably answer a lot of questions about Furman’s chances to live up to their pre-season #1 rankings.
The worst part about a blow-out win like last weekend’s is that it’s tough for me to take the right pictures. The radio crew at the games selects three “Players-of-the-Game” – offense, defense, and special teams. As part of my sponsorship deal, I’m supposed to provide them with a decent photo of each of those players, which is enlarged to a life-sized portrait to be used on banners which hang in the athletic offices.
Must admit that it’s a serious ego stroke to walk down the hall there and see a string of banners made with my pictures stretching back over the last couple of years, but this is the first year that I’ve actually been contractually obligated to get those pictures. Because the players of the game aren’t chosen by the crew until very late in the game – sometimes after the game is over – I’ve usually just got to hope that the chosen players have been on the field and visible enough so that I manage to catch their images during the course of shooting the game. In a game like last weekend’s, that becomes a tall order because there are so many different faces on the field. I got lucky in one respect because I was informed late in the fourth quarter that the special team player was going to be the long-snapper (the guy who snaps the ball for punts, field goal attempts, and point-after-touchdown attempts. About thirty seconds after I learned that, Furman scored and I was able to shoot the long-snapper on the PAT. If I hadn’t been told in advance, there’s no way I would’ve taken the kid’s picture.
I also managed to snag a couple of useable shots of the offensive player, but it appears that I completely dropped the ball on the defensive player – so I’ll be digging through the photos from the last two home games today to see if I can find one of this kid – isolated enough so that nobody will know that it wasn’t from this game. Not a huge deal, but when you consider that I take 600-700 pictures per game, it becomes a time-consuming task.
I handed a couple of my cameras off to “assistants” this past weekend. It’s interesting to see what other people manage to shoot, but it also gave me about 300 extra pictures to wade through. I was trying to put up a slideshow yesterday, and really sort of lost interest after about an hour of staring at photos. One guy spent a lot of time photographing his friends, his daughters, the crowd, people on the sideline…I did manage to use a couple of his shots, but it was basically a yawn-fest. Sort of like watching your neighbor’s home movies.
I managed to get a few decent shots, too. The second-string quarterback made my day with this shot.
My favorite shot this year (actually, my favorite shot of all time) 
was taken last week, however. It happened after the game when a guy I know from my website let his kid try to kick an extra point. I got down on my stomach directly in front of the kid and snapped the following – and nearly wet myself when I saw what I’d gotten. This is the type of shot that makes the whole idea of sports shooting appealing. You can’t really see how good this is at this size, but it’s going to make a great poster for me.
Listening to the internet broadcast of the last game at the moment – I’m on the radio! Woohoo! Man I’m a geek. In my defense, I was taken by surprise. I was wandering around in the endzone and I yelled over to the sideline reporter to ask him if the radio guys had picked their players yet. He told me no and then shoved a microphone in my face and started asking me questions about the players of the game that are selected by my website (I award “The Unofficial Player of the Game” each week).
Went skating with a friend late last week and managed to completely wear him out. It was kind of cool because he’s a big hiker-type guy and I figured I’d be vomitting by the time we’d finished. It worked out the other way – he was heaving after about 10 miles and had to quit. I continued on for another 10 miles or so.
Had to rotate the wheels on my skates a few weeks ago – I’d completely worn away the inside edge on the leading wheels. I’ve been paranoid ever since that my wheels are going to fall off when I’m tearing down a hill or something. Hasn’t happened yet. Knock on wood.
Well, I’ve completely wasted a morning between checking emails and looking at backups from the weekend (yeah – I actually am getting some work done). Hope everyone has a fun week and doesn’t get hit by a hurricane or anything.
Not that you’d care, of course. But it does. I haven’t shaved in a few days.
Haven’t written anything here in a few weeks, either. It isn’t that I’m trying to keep my fascinating life a secret from everybody. It’s just that I don’t have a fascinating life. If you manage to plow your way through whatever follows, I’m sure you’ll agree with me.
One riveting thing has happened. I got a comment on the last entry I made to this thing. It was pretty exciting. Some misguided soul informed me that “I liked your blog. Here is a link that you’ll like.” And he provided a link to an online dating form.
Now I axe ya: what kind of a moron (named Maurice, by the way) spends his time reading a blog called “Stuff Nobody Reads” and determines from my recap of a football game that I’m interested in signing up for his dating service?
Yo, Maurice. I’m not. Got me a girlfriend, two cats, a house, a job…I’m pretty well set right now. But hey – THANKS FOR CARING, BUDDY!
Get a life. Idiot.
Phew. Feel a little better now.
At any rate, in going over my last entry, I notice that I said something about how great Furman’s football team could be this year, but covered by bets by stating, “Or we could lose next week, in which case you can ignore the previous paragraph.” Well, we did indeed lose the next week. In spectacular fashion. Our all-world quarterback threw 5 interceptions and we also lost a fumble en route to a 41-21 drubbing by Western Carolina in Cullowhee, NC. It was the first time in 7 years that WCU had beaten Furman, and the first time since 1992 that they’d beaten a team ranked in the top 5. The celebrated by tearing down their own goalposts, and Furman faithful celebrated by using my football website to call for the resignation of everyone associated with Furman football.
Because the loss was to a conference foe, we got to spend a week in last place in the conference. Fortunately, GSU (our biggest rival) lost to Wofford this past weekend while we whupped up on non-conference opponent Samford. So now GSU is in the cellar, and Furman is in next-to-last. We’re still ranked in the top 10 nationally, however. And I managed to get one very good picture taken during the Samford game – of Daric Carter, one of three Paladins who rushed for over 100 yards. Carter was named the Verizon Player of the Game, and this picture will be blown up (life-size) and put on a banner to be hung in the athletic offices. In exchange for the pictures each week, I get sponsorship discounts (this year, my website is sponsoring the Furman halftime shows).
Before the Samford game, which was played in Greenville, I drove up to Greg and Lisa’s house and spent a few hours eating hot dogs and burgers, playing with William, and generally doing what is known in the deep south as “visiting.” Lisa was diappointed to learn that, no, I am neither engaged nor interested adoption of William – although he is a cute li’l bugger.
YOU CATCH THAT, MAURICE? “Engagement.” “Adoption.” I’m all booked up, buddy. Sell crazy someplace else.
Maurice makes my hypertension worse. I’m sure of it. Is this an unreasonable reaction?
Sorry…back to stuff nobody’ll read. After I played with William (which was really the only reason that I went to G&L’s place – although Greg narcissistically believes that I just wanted to bring him a lawn mower), I continued on to Greenville. I ended up getting home around 1:00 AM Sunday and then absolutely BOUNCED out of bed at 7:30 for church.
Bounced, I tell ya.
Spent the afternoon cleaning my bedroom and fell asleep early. Didn’t want to get up yesterday morning.
But I did. Then remembered I had an all-day meeting downtown and rushed to get to it. Had a quintet rehearsal after that and didn’t get home until 9:00.
Didn’t want to get up this morning, either.
Hoping to get some skating/walking done this afternoon. I haven’t really gotten any exercise for about a week, which might be why I’m exhausted all of the time.
And now we’re all caught up. If anything exciting happens, I’ll be sure to let you all know.
Yes indeed. God’s chosen sport – college football – has finally begun its season; for Furman fans, it did so in spectacular fashion last Thursday night (9/1/05) in Jacksonville, Alabama.
In a rematch of one of last years quarterfinal playoff games, Furman traveled to Jacksonville State University to face the 20th-ranked JSU Gamecocks. Ranked #2 in the nation, Furman may have been a little overconfident, but after watching a 14-point lead disappear in 31 seconds, the Paladins must’ve known that they were in for a battle. Defensively, Furman had trouble with the fired-up JSU club, and our special teams were absolutely horrid, but Furman still managed to cling to 3-to-10-point leads until JSU scored with just under 90 seconds left to go up 4.
Furman responded by driving the length of the field and reaching the Gamecock 2-yard line with 6 seconds left. Third down. Ingle Martin’s pass was tipped at the line of scrimmage, fell incomplete, and the JSU bench emptied onto the field in celebration. Standing with Furman Sports Information Director Hunter Reid on the sidelines, I assumed that the ball had been intercepted, as the play had only taken 3 seconds.
I was wrong. So were the Gamecocks. The officials cleared the field and requested that 1 second be put back on the clock. So here’s the scenario. It’s 4th-and-Goal from the 2. 1 second left. Down by 4 to the 20th-ranked team in the country at their place.
Ingle Martin found Justin Stepp wide open in the endzone for the touchdown. Game over. Furman 37, JSU 35. Our benches emptied and I screamed myself silly. Possibly the best game I’ve ever seen, right behind the 1985 National Championship against Georgia Southern – when we came out on the short end of a similar late-game play. All most people will see in a few years when they look at the records will be a “W”, but that last drive showed me some guts that Furman hasn’t had in many years. This could be a very special team.
Or we could lose next week. If that’s the case, just forget that last paragraph.
After the game, I drove about 30 miles to Cheaha State Park, located at the highest point in Alabama (somewhere around 2,500 feet above sea level, I think). While not the greatest campground I’ve ever tried, Cheaha did have some very nice things about it. The weather was gorgeous. Low 70’s during the day, low 60’s with an ever-present breeze at night. Spectacular views, if one wanted to hike a bit. A nice camp store that had everything I’d possibly need. Running water in the facilities. Overall, I’d give it a B-.
I stayed there until Sunday morning, reading books, watching a couple of movies, generally doing nothing except receiving and answering the occassional page (amazingly, both my pager and cell phone had signal). Most of the pages had to do with the ongoing struggle of BellSouth to locate employees lost in New Orleans, particularly one of BellSouth Entertainment’s (BEI’s) two NO employees, a guy named Jerry Hill. The other BEI employee, Paul Tran, had been successfully relocated to Baton Rouge during the week, but Jerry was missing until sometime Saturday night. I got the following messages from my CIO at 11:00 Saturday night:
“Update about Jerry. End of my shift at the BellSouth employee response center. At the beginning of the shift, 3000 out of about 6500 employees in the affected areas were unaccounted for. Currently the number is about 900.
-Nancy
-Forwarded message from Mark T. Hopkins (Jerry’s boss)
We finally got him and his entire family to the BellSouth tent city in Baton Rouge. They are safe and now under the excellent care that CRES provides with hot food, showers, sleeping quarters, and most importantly, armed security. This was the delay from last night when we finally got them to a safe CO (central office) until tonight. Coordination with the armed security forces assigned to BellSouth too some time due to their efforts with transporting multi BellSouth employees to safety. Now we can begin to plan for restoration of our facilities.
At 11am this morning, the local NOLA news reported that the looters at Bundy Road (our “head end” in NOR – the equivalent of where I work in Atlanta) were firing on the firefighters that are using Bundy for their water rescues in the area. We will be off the air for some time to come.”
It was a stark reminder that not everybody was wrapped up in college football – and that there are some serious idiots in the world.
Jerry, Paul and I had been working out details two weeks ago to try to get my server shipped back to me from Bundy – I’d opted not to go to New Orleans earlier this year when I updated servers in Florida. I guess I don’t have to worry about that server now. Either it’s under water or some misguided soul with an AK-47 has decided that it’d look just SWELL in his flooded-out living room.
Looting for food and water? Sure.
Looting for shoes? Maybe.
Looting for televisions, stereos, and broadcasting equipment that you wouldn’t know how to use and won’t be able to sell? Are you an idiot?
Shooting rescuers for fun. I hope you die soon.
And on that happy note, I can now use the rest of today to get some stuff done around the house. Lawns need mowing (again), carpets need cleaning (again), bed needs changing (still)….and I’ve got to do some work at the office tonight (again). Happy Labor Day to all.