Welcome, Autumn
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Summer's officially over. As Fall was approaching, I was a bit sad about the transition, but as of often happens in life, you come to the realization that whether or not you want something to happen, it's the natural order of things. So here we are, jumping off the blocks into a pretty awesome Autumn.
As if to wisk away my worries about the terminal nature of the high season, this weekend featured all the best parts of the harvest season. El Segundo held its annual Richmond Street fair, which reminded me more of hom back in Kentucky than anything out here has. All kinds of vendors selling clothes, trinkets, home remedies -- mostly stuff no one has any good reason to buy. Top it off with some games and good food and you have a hell of a little festival. I was definitely craving an Italian sausage (shut up, Booter) with onions and green peppers, a delicacy I always got for free from my sister and brother-in-law when they would work a booth at the various fairs in Kentuckiana. And funnel-cakes. Man, it's not a festival unless you have a funnel cake. Yum.
As if to say fairwell to the dog-days of Summer, Saturday afternoon we had ourselves a nice little barbeque in the park. Some excellent frisbee action followed by tossing around the pigskin (it is Fall, you know). The menu: bratwursts. Yum. Follow it all up with one hell of a football game (which was only a few plays from being one
hellish football game) and you have a pretty sweet seasonal transition.
As for the past few weeks, life has been pretty good. I got to go back to Purdue to recruit for my company and I turned it into a five day vacation with Ginger. That's probably the longest I've gotten to see her in one trip since I moved to California. It was great just to get to hang out with her and all of my Purdue friends again. Add that to a DC-area trip (sorry we missed each other, Jism) two weeks prior and I've seen Ginger almost as much as my roommates the past month.
Summer - you've been great. But now it's Fall's turn. Bring it.
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Dude, where's my team?
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Charlie Weis, I had almost forgotten what an inept offense looked like. Since your arrival in the Bend, passes started getting caught, blocks were being made, and points were going on the board. But today, for the first time since the West Coast offense went
back to the West Coast with Tyrone, I started to hate wathing Notre Dame footall.
It's not entirely your fault. I'm sure you're asking the same question all the fans are asking: "Where was the Notre Dame team that knows how to play?" First, let me give credit where credit is due. Michigan played a hell of a game and was definitely the far superior team (I just threw up in my mouth a little when I typed that). But Notre Dame's football team never showed up. Instead we got a comedy of errors and a display in mediocrity.
Some of the blame rests on the secondary, which is to be expected, but the rest definitely falls squarely on the shoulders of the offense. I'm no expert when it comes to football, but I can only imagine what the outcome of the game might have been had the offense had made even half the mistakes. Michigan probably would have still won, but we wouldn't be the laughing stock of football right now.
Grrr....
PS - I hate Clifford Jefferson.
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Baltimore. Applecore!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Last weekend I got to travel out to the east coast for a nice break from reality. And the best part is, the company paid for it! Sure, I had to do some work related stuff for a day or two, but the rest of the time I spent with Ginger, so I came out on top. Booya!
Most of weekend was pretty chill. Ginger and I did a lot of sleeping in as she had a tough last week at her internship. We ate some delicious food (which always makes her happy), watched a funny movie or two (Talladega Nights), saw an Irish victory (Oose!), and drank some delicious beer (Yuengling). We even did some cool touristy stuff like going to the National Aquarium. This, of course, made Ginger hungry for seafood, so we followed up with some more delicious food.
Speaking of the Irish victory, was that not the saddest dislay of offense since the Tyrone Willingham era? Enough has already been written about this by people who have a lot more time on their hands, so I'll just say this. I fully expect to whoop up on JoePa and his zombies. BRAAAINNS!!
Oh, by the way, no one says "Baltimore. Applecore!" except for my roommate Phil. No one.
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