In the last post, there was some discussion of what it would be like to “do over” one’s NCAA tourney picks after seeing everyone in action.
ESPN’s Gene Wojciechosky has done just that. As it turns out, he likes Kansas and UNC too.… Read the rest
My 35 correct picks out of 48 is nothing to write home about, but it is four better than where I was last year this time and leaves 7 of 8 of my Elite Eight picks intact and all of my Final Fours. I’ve learned to respect USC basketball a little more this weekend, was thrilled with my signature pick (Winthrop over Notre Dame) and delighted in watching the ‘Dores (gotta love that Lionel Ritchie!) play through to the Sweet Sixteen as I boldly predicted. As much as I hate to admit it, UNC’s depth and talent are going to be tough to overcome.… Read the rest
Good mourning to you all. As you might expect, I will not be available today. I’ll be busy putting up some drywall over that new hole in our family room wall that, oddly enough, is exactly the same size as my head.
Truly, it cuts like a knife.
A few pre-tourney appetizers to get things going:
Yesterday evening, Number Two Son was working out with the Rocket City Rowing Club (look for a future post about that little experiment) when he had his cell phone and wallet stolen.
They were in a friend’s car (in plain sight–lesson learned), and although the parking lot was only located a short distance away, the thieves waited until the team was rowing on the Tennessee River before quickly picking out the only vehicle without an alarm system and smashing the window. The driver also lost his phone, wallet and an iPod (Number Two had left his at home fortunately).
Number Two’s wallet contained his learner’s permit, a small amount of cash and his debit card.… Read the rest
“I can keep myself involved in a good activity instead of keeping quiet, because if I sit alone and be quiet, I will think about my problem.”
— Victor Musa, captain of the Sierra Leone amputee soccer team.
One of my favorite moments in a soccer match occurs when a hard challenge is issued, followed by the resounding thud of a defender colliding with an attacker. In those milliseconds following, all eyes focus on the center ref who must decide in an instant if the tackle was fair or foul. My heart usually races a little when I hear the cry issuing forth above the fray–“Play on!”… Read the rest
I have my share of March Madness Memories, both good and bad.
Among the bad–last year, when I finished dead last in my own pool and looked on in agony as the fabulous Blue Devil duo of Redick and Williams ended their otherwise stellar careers on a down note to LSU.
But anytime your favorite team plays deep into the tourney or wins it all, it’s a good year; and needless to say, as someone who bleeds Blue Devil Blue, my good years far outweigh the bad. Of course, barring divine intervention, Duke will not go far this year (I have them making the Sweet 16 after eliminating perennial tournament underachiever Pitt, then falling to UCLA), and considering my poor track record in prognostication, I turn my attention this morning to some good March Madness memories from the past.… Read the rest
“We are very proud of the program – we stand by it 100 percent.”
–David Levy, Discovery Channel executive
Switzerland, who has always fed us the line about how “oh, we don’t actually take sides,” finally showed their true colors (and they weren’t red and white) and stepped over the line, so to speak.
This is neutrality? Note to Swiss soldiers: Stand down; we’re on to you now. Just take off those ridiculous, multicolored baggy britches you guys call camo, toss us those Swiss Army knives and stack up your pikes in a big pile right over there.
When I heard the news, I immediately thought about my Swiss-based blogger friend Brady and hoped that he was keeping his head down and was okay.… Read the rest
Whatever did we do prior to YouTube?
Here are some clips of Micah Armstrong during his recent mission trip to the University of Alabama as he riffs on the topics of:
By way of contrast, here’s a clip of N.T. Wright at Seattle Pacific University as he weaves a very different-sounding Christian narrative.
Like I said, two different men, two different tactics. It seems to me, though, that there’s a difference between being a “fool for Christ” and being a clown. No wonder everyone’s so confused these days.
The Last Days are in full swing at Bama.
Hypothetical question: if your only exposure to Christianity was this guy, do you think you would be interested in joining up?
Color me crazy, but somehow I think this guy might make more inroads at a college campus these days.
Two different men, two different tactics. Same Gospel?
In the category of “Is nothing sacred anymore?” comes this story from the Huntsville Times today.
Bible Bandits robbing Churches of Christ and Baptists at gunpoint in broad daylight? What’s next, Ocean’s Twelve ripping off the contribution?
Sounds to me like someone needs to “go forward” next Sunday.
For the most part, I drive the speed limit. Okay, okay within 5 mph of the speed limit anyway. I was thrilled when the speed limit on Alabama interstate highways was raised to 70 mph a few years back because I had always found that pace to be a comfortable cruising speed. Add to that the 5 mph cushion that most cops will allow as a margin of error, and I never really felt the need to go much faster, especially with young drivers and drivers-to-be scrutinizing my every move from the backseat.
But yesterday while driving back from Orange Beach, it was brought home to me anew just how slowly I drive compared to my peers.… Read the rest
Tulsa Union High School proved to be one Tulsa too many for the Grissom Tigers. We lost a body-bruising 2-1 tussle in the final of the Island Cup Invitational tonight. Union, ranked #1 in the state of Oklahoma, was by far the best squad that we’ve played this year. It took us a while to adjust to a team that was just as quick or even quicker to the ball than we were, and in the beginning they were winning most of the 50-50 balls and pinning our defense on their heels with their aggressive, pressing attack.
But by midway through the first half, we had found our legs and launched a few dangerous forays of our own.… Read the rest
