- Cincy @ Pitt was an incredible INCREDIBLE game! Kind of makes up for the fact that I really don't feel like I've seen many good, memorable college football games this season.
- It's a bad sign when the most memorable college football games have been blown calls by SEC officials... and that's pretty much definitely what I'll be remembering in future years and I've watched an enormous amount of football.
- ESPN did a good job choosing to put Cincy on Thursday and Friday nights rather frequently. I don't think I would have been a fan of theirs or been excited to see how much they can do without those game times.
- ESPN (and ESPN on ABC) did a remarkably good job with human interest stories related to Cincy (throughout the season and today) and Pitt (I can only say today's was pretty good). I really began to like Cincy when they profiled Kelly and talked about what he was fighting for with contract negotiations - it's a ton of stuff for his coaches and his team. Cincy is one of two Division I schools that basically only practices outside on the main field and has no other alternative (no practice fields, and whatever inside facilities they need don't exist).
- They maybe went a bit far with some of the human interest stuff - talking about a player's mom who is recovering from drug addiction... it helped to explain why a certain player is a great story and why he was raised by his grandfather and why it's so sweet and incredible that he desperately wants to go to the NFL to buy things and improve his grandfather's quality of life.
- But they've gone a lot farther and with much less class, so at least they're improving (think Terry Bradshaw and the Sugar Bowl a few years ago when even his co-anchors/broadcasters were embarrassed).
- In the NFL, when it's really cold (or just a little cold and some overpaid whiners want a blankie), there are giant warm coats, little heaters, and people holding up shields from the wind... why couldn't they come up with coats for the Big East players? (Marcus Gilyard was shaking and teeth chattering and holding himself and jumping around trying to stay/keep warm.)
- Not okay to follow players into the tunnel in defeat... after they've lost and if they manage to get to the tunnel to show their emotions, leave them alone. Maybe it's different in the NFL when they're adults and being paid to play. But some of these guys are 18 years old and if they've done the right thing by going to a private area, you should not follow and broadcast it. Showing the coach - fine, he's a grown up and this is his job. But it's kind of like animals in a zoo that can go to a little area when they don't want to be looked at or have kids tapping glass or whatever. You don't then follow then into their little private areas and expect them to let you pet them and everything to be fine. You just don't...
Thoughts on Some Damn Good Football
Labels: Big East , broadcasting , Cincy , college football , ethics , football , NFL v. college , Pitt
Losing Myself
Sometimes - especially around the holidays - I pause to wonder whether I'm losing myself. While most people enjoy some family time (or at least most people my age), I mostly dread it and now, more than ever, I find myself pulled in every direction. I spend so much time trying to fix things and make things better for everyone in my family AND trying to finish up the semester and do everything for my boss(es) and for group projects that I sometimes wonder what I'm supposed to be doing or what I would really like to do - not just what everyone expects me to do.
Labels: exhaustion , family , frustration , issues , losing myself , problems , selfish , stuff to deal with
Why I LOVE October
- 3b. Fantasy football fun!
- 3c. Sundays no longer suck!
Labels: apple cider , autumn , baseball , Best Month Ever , college football , Halloween , NFL , October , postseason
Thoughts on Brazen Careerist's Controversial Tweets
Labels: Brazen Careerist , controversy , Penelope Trunk , tumblr , twitter
Nature, Nurture, & Gestalt Psych in Football
For some reason today I was thinking about the advantages of having a sort of "sixth sense" for your teammates in football and just being aware of one another and how that can make such a huge difference - between mediocre and pretty darn good and between good and great. Then for some reason I connected this to the advantages that siblings have in tennis when they play as doubles partners. Siblings that grew up together, have known each other their entire lives, that have practiced together more than apart... they just seem to "get" each other and have a sense of chemistry that's nearly impossible to develop without the nature and nurture ties. I'm thinking of the Williams sisters and the Bryan brothers in tennis.
Labels: brothers , college football , college sports , family , football , Gestalt psychology , NFL , pro football , sixth sense , symbiosis , tennis , twins
Google Account Issues
I apologize for the extreme lack of posting recently... I've had major technological issues. Mainly logging out of my real-person, school/work Gmail account and into this one in order to post. But I finally got in... I've written some entries that I haven't posted and at some point, I'll try to get those up here. But does anyone know what the deal with Gmail is recently? We've had the two major Gmail crashes and then I've had lingering issues... anyone know what's up? (Beyond the "official statements" and promises that everything is back to normal...)
I continue to post to Tumblr and some on Twitter though...
Labels: blogging , frustration , Gmail , Google , tech troubles , tumblr
Two Notes
Two notes and thoughts from tonight -
Even though Clemson lost by 3 points tonight, the rush of that comeback reminded me why I love football and why I spend months pining away for it to begin again. The incredible high of watching one of your guy come down with the ball when height, weight, and physics say he'll be overmatched, the thrill of an inconceivable comeback. Even in defeat, the highs were pretty darn high. And I didn't even have to get off the couch (well, technically I did go over and watch with a bunch of friends, but I didn't personally have to face multiple 300+ pound linebackers trying to crush me for more than 3 hours).
I keep reading random stuff about sleep patterns, night owls and early birds, etc. because I seem to have the weirdest sleep schedule ever. I used to be able to nap and be a normal person and now I end up with weird insomnia at times and then occasionally survive quite happily for 2 weeks with an average of 3 hours a night. So, anyways, I saw this Scientific American article that claims that night owls actually get a nice performance/alertness boost 10ish hours after waking up, while early birds do NOT get a boost! Ha! Awesomeness. Obviously this doesn't explain my sleep patterns and who knows how much to trust it, but it's exciting, if only for the placebo effect it provides.
Labels: article , college football , college sports , early bird , football , night owl , no sleep , Scientific American , why I love football
Final List: Movies & DVDs from the Summer
On a related note, these are the movies and TV on DVD I managed to watch this summer (sadly, this is as current as I'll be until next May)...
Labels: movies , summer , tv , watched this summer
Final List: Books from this Summer
Now that summer's over, I figure it's time to take down the slideshow sidebars I've had up all summer with my wishlist and list of books to read as well as those detailing books I did read and movies I read. But, in order to make myself feel like I was productive, I'm keep them here for posterity's sake... this is the final list of books I read this summer -
Labels: book list , books , read this summer , summer , summer reading
Rude People and Below-the-Belt-Commentary
And do you ever feel like you've got nowhere to go,
But you tell yourself you can't quite let go,
I really hope that there's something more,
'Cause I feel I don't have much to show,
Worth anything in my life, worth anything in my life...
But there is hope in the pain,
Hope in my tears,
And even my shame,
And I have hope in my doubts,
And hope in my faults,
Even in my fear."
-from Ryan Calhoun's "Hope"
So the song is a bit dramatic, but I searched for a particular quote I had in mind and couldn't find it and I had to give up on that for the time being.
Just wanted to express my frustration with certain 'friends' and classmates who continue to feel entitled to say just about whatever they want. Obviously I'm more tired than usual and it's been a very, very rough two-ish weeks for me, and most of them at least kind of know that it's been difficult. And yet, one of them, who has honestly been the closest to me for a lot of the time I've been in grad school and who is the most like me of anyone, continues to feel entitled to continue to make comments about me being single and being the only one not married, etc. It's not the same as announcing that you're married or talking to someone about that - marriage is much more of a choice than being single, at least for people living in a small town with a horrific dating track record/history with some really scary people in the rearview mirror. But regardless of my marital status and how okay I am with it (because I really am okay with it, it was NEVER my intention to get married at 22 and I do believe that individuals should date more than one person over the course of a lifetime), it's just not okay to point this out and repeatedly announce that someone is the only person not married and time is ticking.
Who are you? My mother? How do you think you have any right to say this to me? When I informed you that it was not appropriate or appreciated, was that not enough of a hint? Do you need to make yourself feel better about your decision to get married very early (because that is somewhat unusual in academia, no matter how small a town in the Deep South we live in)?
It's just really frustrating because it's so hurtful and such crappy timing... and I just needed to blog about it, to share this experience with people that potentially get it. Or just to write it and remind myself that it is ridiculous and outrageous and most definitely, not okay.
Labels: being single , crappy friends , Hope , hurt , married , pain , rude people , Ryan Calhoun , song lyrics
