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cbertsch
cbertsch
One More Ride On the Bus
I don't follow the NFL like I did as a child or back in the early 1990s when the 49ers and Cowboys had their most heated rivalry. Parity bores me. And I don't really have a team to root for now, since the teams I've followed over the years are all tanking it. But one thing I learned from my father is that football games in the snow are fun no matter who is playing. I'm sorry I missed today's Steeler's game. My regret is more than compensated for, however, by the news that Jerome Bettis, who plays sparingly now, had over 100 yards rushing for the first time this season. He deserved one more career-defining day. I will now return to flagellating myself for liking the USC football team, despite the fact that it is my intra-Pac 10 duty to dislike the Trojans. What can I say? Their offense turns me on like no football -- aside from Cal, naturally -- has in years. I'm so glad I watched the Fresno State and UCLA games so I could see Reggie Bush's performance live. Back to the editing grind. . .

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Mode: abendländisch
Muse: Waste Land - Matthew Herbert - Plat Du Jour

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_luaineach From: _luaineach Date: December 12th, 2005 03:17 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
The game was fabulous. As was Jerome.

And the snow -- which sometimes impaired visibility of the game almost completely -- made me shivery, cold, nostalgic for the midwest. It was almost depressing -- and certainly anticlimactic in a weird way -- to walk outside the bar after the game and not have to have put on mittens and scarfs and gloves. I didn't even have a coat on.

But, Steelers vs. da bears in a snow storm was a wonderfully cozy morning of old school football.
dlowestanimal From: dlowestanimal Date: December 12th, 2005 03:32 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
You should do more than just flagellate yourself for liking the Trojans. It's one thing to appreciate well-executed football, but another thing altogether to like the team who performs it. It's decidedly un-American of you not to wish ill of those who perform brilliantly. In 2001 I was blown away by Jeter's famous underhand toss to Posada for the tag of future Yankee Jason Giambi. Still, I invited none of them to my birthday party.

I will admit that as a lackluster Bears fan (like you, I'm not crazy about the NFL), I wasn't too upset over the outcome today because the snowy atmosphere made the game so much fun to watch. The only situation that even compares is the occasional mud game.
dlowestanimal From: dlowestanimal Date: December 12th, 2005 03:33 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
By the way, is Bush is a shoe-in for the Heisman or what?
tpratt From: tpratt Date: December 12th, 2005 06:26 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

something good from USC

It's been great to see Lofa Tatupu running the Seahawks defense as a rookie. I'd say more about my favorite football team but still have a few more games to get through before getting too hopeful.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 12th, 2005 09:50 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: something good from USC

The Colts are coming. . .
dlowestanimal From: dlowestanimal Date: December 12th, 2005 12:36 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: something good from USC

Of course, if the Colts do make it past Seattle with their 15-0 record intact, they've still got the mighty Cardinals to worry about. Now wouldn't that be the spoiler event of the century?
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 12th, 2005 12:50 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

Re: something good from USC

You know it. Maybe you should head to Vegas. . .
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 12th, 2005 01:29 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I attended my first NFL game last night. I sat in the cold bundled up with all the other Eagles fans as they lost in overtime to the Giants. Philly fans are hard core, people who left early got yelled at for not being true to their team, I decided I would rather be cold and I didn't dare to mention that I sort of have a thing for the Patriots. Who knew football could be so much fun. J.Z.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 12th, 2005 01:39 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Because I spent most of my life in places where the games were always sold out -- Washington and San Francisco -- I've only been to one NFL game myself. Now I could go see the Phoenix Cardinals at will, but why? I did like going to see college games with my dad, though -- he went to Syracuse so we'd go see Syracuse-Navy sometimes -- and then loved the experience of seeing Cal live. My favorite memory is of storming the field at Stanford after a Big Game victory and watching Cal fans take down both Stanford goal posts.
flw From: flw Date: December 12th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

stillers

I grew up in Pittsburgh, so I was 5, 6, 9, and 10 when they one their Superbowls. So, I remember seeing films in Social Studies classes of Savages in the wilds of Borneo dancing and wearing their ritual costumes, I remember thinking, "Okay same thing..."

I thought that every year, adults dressed up in crazy clothes and got drunk for weeks on end, screaming and yelling...

...with the Steelers winning so often, and the Pirates winning a World Series in there at some point, and with all these people losing their jobs left and right, and the economy being in the tank, and a culture of Alcoholism being prevalent anyway, you would not have believed how wild the Seventies were in Pittsburgh. Throw in Disco and Cocaine. Oh sweet Jesus did people party. I remember being terrified at was going on. There were social gatherings for every single game. And make no mistake, you may think that I was just in this particular social milieu, but I guarantee it, at least half of the city, if not more, was entirely enmeshed in the game, in the players, in the season... It was all people talked about. In Pittsburgh, when the Playoffs come up, it becomes an Obsession again, but nothing near as all-encompassing as it was in the Seventies when there were three times as many people living in an area half the size.

Wow.

Go Stillers.

Did you see that statistic:

since 1997 (or so) when the Steelers gain:

100+ yards rushing, their record is 25 - 0.

less than 100 yards, their record is 0 - 10.
From: thewhitaker Date: December 12th, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I sent you a business-related email (regarding a certain course). I do not know if the account I sent it to is the right one. May I send it to another, so that you may yea what I ask in the correspondence? If so, which e-mail?
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 13th, 2005 12:08 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Yes. Just ignore me saying that there's no room in the course. I'll add you gladly.
From: thewhitaker Date: December 13th, 2005 03:28 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Hmm. I never got an e-mail from you in response. If there is no room, there is no room. I can take it another time. No worries. I only wondered if you got the e-mail at all. I don't want to impose.
And, go yinz Stillers.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 13th, 2005 11:41 am (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I didn't get the e-mail, no, but I want you in 489B. You'll make the class a lot better. Trust me. So you're obligated to show up and endure the "There's no room" spiel.
From: bobo_amargo Date: December 13th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)

When the Saints Go Marching In

On the sorrows of parity and avuncularity, I wrote this poem for my nephew's sweet sixteen, now five years ago.

Some Can Delight

Other kin curse the darkness
like a single, in absentia bad angel
lit up on the answering machine
of some God-awful, desolate dive,
exciting flashy pandemonium.

Coach Lombardi still can’t believe
Paul Hornung’s really leaving him this time,
out in the cold of a Great-Lake wind . . .
for Mardi Gras and a few more grand a year.

The big eye in the sky doesn’t lie,
cuckold forever of its own creation.

Had Old Nick trimmed
his wick a bit,
you can sure as heck bet,
for parity’s sake
(or Lent),
I’d’ve called you back.
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