The Redmen / Red Storm / Johnnies made the NCAA's for the first time since 2011 and being a loyal alumnus (read: crazy), I decided, along with one of the offspring, to make the trek to Charlotte NC in the hope of seeing a win. Well, we might as well have stayed at home, our team went down to San Diego State by a score of 76 to 64. Game aside, we had a great old time. We got to meet a ton of St. John's fans before, during and after. Robert Werdann, former center, was there and was as friendly as can be and we also chatted for a few minutes with D'Angelo Harrison's grandparents from Texas.
It has become an annual tradition of sorts for me to email the lyrics of "The Boys From the County Hell" to fellow Pogues fans on Feb 28th. Like the GEICO commercial, everyone knows that:
"On the first day of March it was raining
It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen"
Which segues nicely into our recent weather, a meteorologists dream... Temperature swings from the 70s to the 20's. Rain, sleet, snow, ice, freezing rain, thunder, fog. We have seen it all in the last five days. Just two days ago the kids next door built a sturdy snowman that looked like it would last until April. This evening, it was gone, melted into the lawn. Tomorrow brings another cold front and more ice.
If it is going to be cold and wet, give me snow. At least you can drive on it and the AWD Mercury is quite capable. Down here we seem to get ice storms more than snow and to paraphrase Frau Blucher, the roads become "treacherous" and impassible regardless of vehicle.
To make matters worse, the denizens of the Lone Star State, already not exactly the greatest drivers, become absolutely awful. They either drive like NASCAR lunatics in their big-ass trucks, or become feeble 10mph kittens in their Prius. There is no in between. So the commute tomorrow should be fun.
It has been a fairly typical basketball season for St. John's. Start out hot, beating the patsy's but then go cold to start the Big East only to get hot when it matters. Along the way there have been injuries (Harrison), MIA time (Jordan), numb skull plays (Obekpa), crazy hair (Pointer), eye roll inducing play-calls (Lavin) and in today's precious victory over the Hoya's of Georgetown, we got to see most of the above.
The Redmen entered Big East Conference play ranked #15 in the country and proceeded to lose six of the first eight games. The low point was the road defeat to Creighton, allowing the Dougie McBucket-less Blue Jays their first win. Redmen faithful wanted Lavins head on a stick. Lo and behold, he has righted the ship and since the Creighton fiasco, the young men from Queens have won seven out of nine. With a 20 win season and a strong RPI, it would appear with two regular season games left, the Redmen will be going to the Big Dance.
Back in the day, going to the NCAA's was standard fare for St. John's fans. Not so much in the last several years and depending on where the first round games are, I might be tempted to make a little spring excursion and get caught up in the madness.
It was with a little sadness that we said goodbye to the 1961 Thunderbird. We had fun, fun, fun for five years until Daddy decided it was time to let her bring a smile to someone else's face. Old Blue is now prowling the mean streets of Arp, TX, pop. 983.
In its place, yet another Ford and another Mustang. I am a sucker for Dearborn, This is the sixth FoMoCo product I have invested in. And while the 2011 Pony lacks the "Jenna Said What" of the old T-Bird, that 3.7L 305HP V6 kicks butt, gets good gas mileage and did not break the bank. Isn't that all that matters?
Angelina Jolie's directorial debut. Not bad, not great. As many know, Seabiscuit is one of my favorite books and author Laura Hillenbrand when researching the exploits of the gimpy-horse-that -could came across a newspaper article about Louis Zamperini and his running exploits. She set it aside at the time and it was nine years later before Unbroken was published.
The story of Zamperini is incredible. Born in 1917 to immigrant Italian parents in NY, he was nothing but trouble in his youth but thanks to the intervention of his older brother became a world class middle distance runner, competing in the 1936 Olympics in Nazi Germany. He had hoped to run in the Tokyo games but of course the little matter of WWII put an end to that. Louis signed up to be a bombardier on a B-24 and saw plenty of action in the Pacific. The best scenes in the movie are early on, especially those involving bombing runs and the counter attacks by the dreaded Japanese Zero's.
Zamperini gets shot down and survives several weeks with two others on a small raft in the middle of the shark infested ocean. Then it gets worse: he is captured by the Japanese and what he goes through in the POW camp makes Guantanamo look like Disney.
Unfortunately, the movie is toned down a bit to get the PG13 rating and you just feel like it needed more of an edge to bring out the real prison camp horror show that Louis endured. Too bad Clint was already engaged on American Sniper, he certainly would have made Unbroken a little more heartfelt and pulled no punches.
Unlike Chris Kyle, veteran Louis Zamperini lived until the ripe old age of 97, sadly passing away last year, just a few months before Unbroken was released. He did get to see it though and his demise shortly thereafter is not in any way an indictment of Ms. Jolie.
We know everything is bigger and wilder in Texas. No examples needed. We have all the oddities and extremes. Down the years, the Lone Star State has had its share of hurricanes, tornadoes, hail, oil boom and busts. Add to that Oswald, Whitman, and Koresh, Just last year Dallas was front page news when the first Ebola victim in the the U.S. showed up unannounced on our doorstep. Not to be outdone, 2015 started with a bang - or more like a shudder.
At about 3.10pm on Tuesday January 6th our 18 story office building decided to shift a few inches to the north. Oh fudge indeed. For about four or five seconds, it shuddered, shook and flexed. Yes, dear readers, Irving Texas, located in once what was pristine prairie had an earthquake. Here we are, thousand of miles from the San Andreas, the Heyward, the Pacific Rim of Fire, a-shaking and a-shuddering like a giant mound of jello, our buidling going for a walk towards Arkansas.
Granted in the grand scheme, it was small. Only a 3.5. But heck, when an 18 floor office building (with a few thousand workers) starts to very noticeably move, at that time you don't think about the magnitude. Just like the one we experienced in San Bruno, CA in 1996 you wonder is this going to get even more violent and when will it stop. Hence the "Oh Fudge" moment.
Geologists will tell you our region should be earthquake free. However, we sit on the Balcones Fault that runs from Del Rio down near Mexico all the way to Oklahoma. They say the fault has not shifted in fifteen million years (how can they know that?). But for some reason in the last couple of months the fault seems to have come alive and we have had twenty-plus "temblors".
There are so many theories, the most prominent being fracking and there are gas wells drilled in the area. Most of the activity is centered around the old Cowboys Stadium, which was imploded in 2010. Did they forget a stick or two of dynamite? Could it be the ghost of Tom Landry? It is almost inevitable Jerry Jones has a role in this.
Between this and the Ebola scare, the consensus is the Plague of Locusts is not far away.