FLORIDA 25, VANDY 19: Moral victories aren’t getting it done anymore. In a game where we hit the QB four times and pick him off 3 more, we ought to win. That’s 3 winnable SEC games we could have had.
MISSISSIPPI STATE 24, ALABAMA 16: Alabama has lost their way; they are simply incapable of converting from the red zone. If Mike Shula is going to stay at the controls, he needs to hire a capable offensive coordinator to run things, because it’s not working anymore. Shula was the right man for his time, and it’s not a lock that Croom would have been any better (even though he was my choice), but the sad fact of the matter is that we had 10 wins last year, and now we have all our scholarships and bowl eligibility again. It’s time for a coaching staff that’s more about success than survival.
UCLA 24, CAL 38: Any win you can walk away from is a good one. Two garbage-time TDs from UCLA made this one look a lot close than it was, but so did a punt return from Cal that, while electrifying and backbreaker, over-inflated the Bears’ success against one of the tougher defenses in the conference. Longshore moved the ball pretty much at will, though…so it looks like the game against USC will go to whoever has the ball last.
PETERHEAD 2, MORTON 4: The Ton comes back from their first loss of the year and hangs four unanswered goals to stay nice and clear at the top of the table. First Division, here we come!
…although it seems that my speedometer registers as five mph faster than I’m actually going. In all other respects, though, the car is very very nice and did everything I asked of it on a shakedown cruise up 280 and back down Skyline Drive. Only downside of the drive was the revelation that Sirius really does not do well with complete overhead foliage – but Bama was up by three touchdowns the whole time anyway, so it’s all good.
The temperature appears to finally be breaking – I don’t think there’s a forecast high over 70 for the next week. That is a good thing. I need autumnal conditions – cold nights, crisp cider, leather jacket, the works.
Company just gave us the whole week off at Thanksgiving. This is helpful – but at some point, I’m going to have to burn some of this leave. The tendency to get an entire week at Thanksgiving and Christmas means that I don’t have to use leave for a trip home for a major holiday, and it’s not like I have to fly to California to see my sweetie four and five times a year – so annual leave, for me, tends to get used around Decoration Day and that’s almost it. Well, I also use some on the annual trip to Yosemite, but that’s never more than a couple of days. And I suppose if we go to a bowl game this year, I’d need it then…and hell, let’s be honest, I’d love to take time off and go to New York or New Orleans for a week, or even just back to DC for a trip to the public house formerly known as the 4P’s.
The new car has been pretty good, by the way – day 4 and I’m still getting used to it. I think this weekend pretty much demands an all-day ridearound, hopefully with Bama or Vandy on the radio, so I can get used to the feel of the thing up on Skyline Drive and down around Half Moon Bay. The feel is good, and the new car smell is oddly reminiscent of spring 1993, the last time I took a new car out for a spin…
Same story as ever. This time it’s the car – after the first couple of Rabbits fell through, I went looking for another one with even fewer options – and just when I was ready to give up, Jennie threw herself into calling around. What she discovered in 20 minutes was a vehicle in San Rafael with all the options I wanted save one, an option to have that one installed upon delivery, and (even more important) nothing I didn’t want and would be stuck paying for just to get the car.
So this weekend, I’ll be picking up a new gray Rabbit, with sunroof, ESP, eight air bags, and an Alpine stereo system with integrated Sirius sat-radio, an iPod connector in the center console, and ten speakers. For invoice, plus a little extra for the aftermarket radio. Home run. Thanks, sugar. =)
Looks like the VW guy overestimated his ability to do a deal with the dealership up north. Now it doesn’t look like I will be able to get a Rabbit to spec before January, barring a miracle swap of some sort (which itself would not deliver a car until about December 1). Now that the Dodge Caliber is on the work discount program – at invoice less one percent, no less – I could spec it up and get out for $17,500, with 28 MPG city to boot. I think it may be time to open up the bidding again.
Actually, right now I’d just settle for windshield wipers that wipe properly.
Every passing day reminds me of how glad I am to be married, how glad I am to have the house, and how glad I am that I got out of the profession of political science. At least in high-tech, you have reason and science and objective truth. There’s a reason the PSCI degree is a BA.
Still waiting to get word on the car – should be a done deal by now, but it may be as long as another week and a half to take delivery. Meanwhile, my casting about for a new phone has run up on the rocky shores of “nothing worth paying for a handset AND reverting to paying for my own service again.” Sure, I’d like a 2-megapixel camera and the ability to moblog and be able to get my e-mail and surf the web anywhere, and maybe play some of my iTunes stuff besides, but for $300 down and another $50 a month? Forget that. I’ll slide by with my iPod and my L2 for nothing down and nothing a month. Especially with a car payment coming soon.
Wish Vandy hadn’t lost to Ole Miss. We needed that one to have any hope for a bowl game. Maybe next year – I think most of the principle figures on the team are back next season. Not counting on Alabama to do much the rest of the way, especially with games left to play against UT, LSU and Auburn. Naturally, the wife is pleased with the fact that if Cal runs the table, they’ll be in the Rose Bowl…
So far today, I’ve been working on prospective cars, prospective browsers, and prospective cell phones. I think I have some sort of OCD for specifications.
(For the record: VW Rabbit, Safari 2.04, and Nokia E50 with data or Moto L2 without.)
Was anyone outside Fulton County GA rooting for the Falcons tonight? Vegas may have laid three, but they never had a chance. Not in a rivalry game that happened to also be homecoming. And when they blocked that punt for a touchdown barely two minutes in, the producer in the truck got it just right: nothing but the crowd noise. And it sounded like the Sugar Bowl, which is something you can almost never say about an NFL game.
Well done, Saints. And big ups to Justin and Amanda and Joseph and Amber =)
…but Vandy did have a 48 yard FG shot to win with a minute left, and they might have won outright if an incomplete pass has rightly been called a lateral and thus a fumble. All in all, given how Michigan is paddling Notre Dame on national TV, I think you could make a case that Vandy is the best 0-3 team in football. If we weren’t in the SEC, who knows – six, seven wins a year every year?
Ah well – better to serve in heaven, etc. =)
So having disavowed my undergrad alma mater, I’ve embraced Vandy with both arms this year. I think it’s a good thing. It’s not like I’m bandwagon-jumping or anything; I actually did go there and collect a nice degree, albeit a graduate degree. I was there three years only, and didn’t really have the fully-immersed college experience. But I did have a Commodore Card to buy stuff in the bookstore and the Munchie Mart. I did camp out for Kentucky tickets in the snow (okay, inside the gym with snow outside. We may camp out, but we never rough it). I did go to football in the fall and baseball in the spring. I played softball, I got invited to parties, I drank in dive bars watching Monday Night Football, I saw live music at the Bluebird, and I experienced autumn in Middle Tennessee, which is basically heaven on earth.
I have more good memories in one semester at Vandy than I had from four years of undergrad combined…so for future reference, until further notice, as far as the wider world is concerned, I’m all Commodore. 3 fingers out, show your gold ;]