I Bet the Mavs Could Beat the Longhorns

The way Nebraska and Texas played, it's quite possible.

That's the funniest thing in this blog, so you can stop reading now if you'd like to.

Mavericks Grind Out 13-3 Win

Anyway, here's my weekend update:

Friday
1) Ms Katherine and I watched the entire Disc 4 of NBC Must See TV: Heroes. Woo! That Sylar's a nasty feller.

2) Before going to bed, I checked the blogotubes. LOL on shim's fredcube comment about "going to hell". Seriously Fred, I don't want to spend eternity in hell, especially with you.

Saturday:
1) Met a couple of friends at Zorinksi for a 12 mile run at dark:thirty in the morning. Saw three deer in the moonlight. The deer scared the crap out of my friend Mike, who had the fight/flight syndrome; it was one of those things that's only funny being there while endorphins course through your veins. Quite hilarious, though.

2) I had a very enjoyable lunch with Ms Katherine and one of her friends at the Korean House in Bellevue. Munched on all kinds of BBQ meats, kimchi, bean sprouts and Korean pan cake. The Korean House is right next to the Offut base entrance on 24th St. I recommend.

3) While watching the Huskers implode in the 4th and coming up with the creative title to this blog, I had a negative reaction to shim's google mirror-mirror hungarian notation comment. Being forced to think like Charles Simonyi is not unlike going to hell. I think Shim made an effective point. I've since repented. Fred, you're on your own.

Sunday
Church at Glad Tidings in the morning followed by another trip to the Donut Professor. It's kind of a pattern. This time, I stepped out on a limb and went for the blueberry cake donut. It was delicious. I actually hoped to see the Shabbos+1 group at the store. Just some scrubby kid with dirty hair and shoes plopped up on the bench opposite him while he shrewdly ate an apple fritter. You could plainly see that he didn't care about anything but the immediacy of that donut. Needless to say, the kid's got promise to one day carry the Shabbos+1 tradition.

A productive afternoon involved cleaning the house and tearing out old growth and weeds in the front yard around the house.

At 4pm, I was finally able to get the Cervélo out for a 90 minute solo down the keystone to Capehart road and back. Man, it felt great. Well, at least the first 75 minutes of it did. The last 15 minutes I was feeling dizzy and my legs were totally wiped out. I struggled to maintain 15 mph with a tail wind and barely made it up the small hill on 52nd St between Western and Hamilton.

Let's Get Ready to rrrrrrrrrrrRUMBLE!!!

In a bit of posturing yesterday, the NCAA posted its future list of NCAA championship host cities. Omaha was not listed as the CWS home for 2011.

However, the list did include the Qwest center as the home for the 2010 NCAA Wrestling championship. This piece of news aught to bode well for the Omaha sports fan. After all, wrestling, err wrasslin', has a strong tradition in the big O!

Indeed some of the greats, including Maurice Vachon and Dick the Bruiser were home grown wrestling talent.

So anyway, what's all the panic for about losing the CWS?

I can't wait to see the next generation of talent pick up from where the likes of Macho Man Randy Savage and the Ultimate Warrior left off. Maybe Ms Elizabeth and Scary Sherri will be there too. All of this in the beautiful Qwest center!

With such excitement, will we even miss the CWS?

There's some lovely filth down here

It's starting to simmer a little at UNL.

It's not unlike the name calling at local school playgrounds. You know...Billy is a wus, and "Tommy is a crusty old fart" kind of thing.

But Callahan says that we've got it all wrong.

With a script prepared for him with the assistance of the UNL forensics team, he attempted to assuage the situation while paying tribute to his new AD by releasing the following statement:

"Crazy, but thats how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe its not to late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate...

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words

Heirs of a cold war
Thats what we've become
Inheriting troubles I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"

King of the who?

CUSTOMER: Who's that, then?
CART MASTER: I dunno. Must be a king.
CUSTOMER: Why?
CART MASTER: He hasn't got shit all over him.

O! The Good Life!

Something stinks in Husker Nation, and it ain't just the sewers.
A proposed 2% sales tax on prepared food for the new ballpark comes out to about 10 cents for a $5 lunch, 50 cents per business week or roughly $25 per year. Since a general admission ticket to the CWS is $10, it's the equivalent to buying two CWS tickets for a game that most likely someone else will watch. O! but I forgot: we have our ego to protect as the home of the famous NCAA College World Series.

But the ballpark is chump change to the $1.5 billion needed for Omaha's sewer repairs. At roughly 15 times the expense of building a new stadium, perhaps the mayor will propose a 30% restaurant sales tax to cover it? O! but this isn't sexy news like (drum roll please).....a New Ballpark!!!

Speaking of sewers, how about Steve Pedersen's career? What a sham. Chancellor Harvey Perlman should be the one flushed for not listening to his neurotic booster club when he gave the former AD a bonus and a five year contract extension earlier this year. Instead, Pedersen is first rewarded and then sent out like a goat to take away all of the sins of Husker nation. Then this guy Perlman looks like a genius for bringing in former head coach, U.S. Congressman and future saint, Mr. Tom Osborne.

Heraclitus allegedly once said that you can never enter the same river twice. Well, Husker Nation is drowning in a it's own Rubicon of tears, elimination and other exudate that's now congealing in Memorial Stadium. Tom Osborne, as you wade into this foul cesspool, "I just want to tell you good luck. We're all counting on you." (Leslie Nielson, Airplane!)

Indeed, something reeks around here. My money (through inevitable rising property taxes) is betting on the only near term success: fixing our sewers. So good bye NCAA CWS and enjoy your new home! Good bye Mr. Pedersen and enjoy your $2M! While I'm at it: good bye Mr Callahan and enjoy your millions, too. And thanks, Mr. Perlman, for wasting the University's money, which is funded by our taxes as you may recall, on an unwanted AD and his coach.

O! I look forward with great anticipation towards the installation of those sexy, $1.5B sump systems. Anyway, there will be one less thing stinking to high hell in the Big O! good life of Husker Nation.