tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58849052011-04-21T15:33:07.700-04:00it's not the greatest place on earth, but you can see it from hereJJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.comBlogger741100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1135824238982633462005-12-28T21:43:00.000-05:002005-12-28T21:43:58.996-05:00

This is a test post from Photobucket.com

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1134480755930595392005-12-13T07:57:00.000-05:002005-12-13T08:32:35.966-05:00

So it doesn't really rival The O.C. — though I did contemplate throwing down a patented Ryan Atwood turn-back cold-cock on a bish the other night, but that's a story for a more private forum — but we have our share of drama. A few anecdotes.• The big story right now is that of Carol Z., a 26-year-old woman in an SUV who hit a 59-year-old Vietnamese woman on a bike and killed her. While awaiting

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1132060844441036442005-11-15T07:57:00.000-05:002005-11-15T08:50:01.296-05:00

Sometimes sports need a little spicing up. When our teams suck (see: Missouri Tigers), we have to add a little seasoning, so to speak, to keep our interest.For some people, the best recourse is gambling. They lay points, bet against spreads, play the parlays, etc., and the games are interesting again.Maybe it's sadistic of me, but I stay piqued by cheering for people and systems that suck to suck

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1131319531656178622005-11-07T10:13:00.000-05:002005-11-07T10:17:50.590-05:00

MYRTLE BEACH — It's been said (by me) that what happens in Myrtle Beach stays in Myrtle Beach. But I quickly corrected myself that, no, what happens in Myrtle Beach goes on my blog. Especially when it's as awesome as the past weekend was.Having been assigned to cover a playoff football game in Marion (more on Marion later) on Friday night, I suggested to my lovely wife, Megan, that she kick off

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1130421816746003412005-10-27T10:01:00.000-04:002005-10-27T10:04:23.693-04:00

OK, I know I'm a one-trick poster lately, but here's more on the burger King from Drizzle my nizzle.My opinion: You've gotta go with the skill-position player. Never build the franchise around a lineman. But then again, the King might have to go on injured reserve when someone like Nick punches him in the junk. So what do I know?

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1130250726547317572005-10-25T10:29:00.000-04:002005-10-25T10:32:06.556-04:00

I've made it clear from day one that the King in the Burger King commercials creeps me out — big time. This is especially true in the one where the dude from the "put the lime in the Coke, you nut" commercial wakes up and the King is in his bed.But this is even creepier. Move your cursor over the "sold out" sign in the upper-left-hand corner. Ahhhh.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1130161381823186642005-10-24T09:40:00.000-04:002005-10-24T09:43:52.556-04:00

For the first time since we've been here, the high today is supposed to stall out below 70. High in the mid-60s today. Hooray. At last, summer is over.Now if we could just put a stop to hurricane season. Jeez.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1130082534713830152005-10-23T11:43:00.000-04:002005-10-23T11:48:54.720-04:00

I don't know Nebraska's real state motto — help me out, Mo — but I suggest they change it to the above. In search of the Mizzou-Nebraska game yesterday, we wandered into the Wild Wing Cafe, one of our favorite on-island spots to catch a game.Once there, we found the game, as well as a table of Nebraska fans who were on vacation from Lincoln. They turned out to be great, supremely nice folks,

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1129843610206650342005-10-20T17:23:00.000-04:002005-10-20T17:26:50.213-04:00

Alas, I am not a millionaire. None of my 10 sets of numbers yielded more than one match, and none of those solitary matches was the Powerball. I didn't even win $3.That's all for now.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1129743411746996582005-10-19T13:28:00.000-04:002005-10-19T13:38:41.736-04:00

I plan on winning the $340 million Powerball jackpot tonight, so the rest of y'all can tear up your tickets now. Let's just hope I don't end up like this guy.* * registration required — if you don't want to register, go to bugmenot.com.What a jackass. My favorite part is: "Somebody screwed up here and somebody has to do something to make me happy."No, actually, they don't. The guy

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1129638997439588412005-10-18T08:08:00.000-04:002005-10-18T12:10:27.936-04:00

The Fray: "How to Save a Life"This four-piece band made a splash in the local music scene in Denver, earning it a deal with Epic Records and a spot opening for Ben Folds on his North American tour. The Fray is making the most of its opportunity. Its recent set at the Trustees Theater in Savannah, Ga., was crisp and clean, and lead singer Isaac Slade's witty banter with the crowd shows the band

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1129496117069397912005-10-16T16:50:00.000-04:002005-10-16T16:55:17.076-04:00

That's what I can almost hear the dude saying from the passenger seat of the car in front of us a few minutes ago. As we're driving down U.S. 278, the main highway that leads from I-95 to Hilton Head Island, we come to a stop light. The car in front of us rolls to a stop, and the trunk pops open. The dude in the passenger seat rolls out, walks around and grabs two cans of Coors Light, which he

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1129292178766131032005-10-14T08:06:00.000-04:002005-10-14T13:00:50.093-04:00

— "Smile like you've got nothing to prove. No matter what you might do, there's always someone out there cooler than you. I know that's hard to believe, but there are people you'll meet, they're into something that is too big to be expressed through their clothes." — Ben FoldsEasier said than done, Ben. Upon attending your recent concert in Savannah,

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128971861808083872005-10-10T14:45:00.000-04:002005-10-10T15:17:41.873-04:00

Nobody tagged me for this particular one, but I kind of like doing these self-reflective blog tag things, so I'm taking a crack anyway.Here goes.10 years ago, I was ...• Two months into my senior year in high school. I was hanging out with the 'wrong crowd,' experimenting entirely too much with marijuana, drinking a lot, trying my damnedest to piss away a promising future. 5 years ago, I was ...•

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128871197019927602005-10-09T11:00:00.000-04:002005-10-09T11:19:57.026-04:00

Absolutely fantastic 2-hour set from Ben Folds last night at the Trustees Theater in Savannah. Throw in the sausage, pepperoni and salami pie we split at Vinnie Van Go-Go's before the show, and it was a damn fine evening on the old town.The Fray opened (if you like Coldplay, David Gray, etc., you definitely should check out this band) with a solid set, then Folds rocked our motherfuckin' socks

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128795410822399402005-10-08T14:13:00.000-04:002005-10-09T10:59:45.496-04:00

I'm well aware that I'm a liberal, but I also have contempt for many extreme left-wingers (or "dirty hippies"). I'm still borderline socialist on many issues, but this policical test confirms that I am, in fact, more moderate than I might have thought. You are a Social Moderate (43% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (21% permissive) You are best described as a: Democrat

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128721581893451702005-10-07T17:43:00.000-04:002005-10-07T17:46:21.896-04:00

Tonight: Local High (0-6) vs. State Power High (5-1)What's on the line: Winningest coach in state history makes his last visit to beat up on lowly Local High.Prediction: State Power High by at least 50.These are the Friday nights that suck. And it's a tornado watch to boot. Uggh.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128553199205447722005-10-05T18:52:00.000-04:002005-10-05T18:59:59.210-04:00

• Unbeknownst to me until I moved to the Dirty South, I like grits, especially cheese grits or shrimp and grits. I also like all the pimp shit, so everybody let me hear you say, yay-er.• My friend won nine — count 'em, nine! — awards for ad design in the Kansas Press Association awards. Way to go Beezekiel. If anyone needs a graphic designer in any capacity, hollaback.• If you go to Golden Corral

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128364969179678462005-10-03T14:36:00.000-04:002005-10-03T14:42:49.186-04:00

My thoughts on Desperate Housewives, The OC and other TV shows, as elicited by this blog.Desperate Housewives1. The dude in Betty's basement sure looks like he has white dude hands to me, which is perplexing. 2. I thought Tom's ridiculous fight over the baby spit-up on the sheets was hilarious. Makes some of the stupid things I fight over look reasonable by comparison. 3. Gabby's storylines are

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1128082566487683452005-09-30T08:05:00.000-04:002005-09-30T08:35:11.736-04:00

If any of you sports writers has covered a big golf event, you know it can be a tremendous pain in the ass. Trying to gather scores is awful, there's often a ton of down time and food at golf courses, if there is any, is often ridiculously priced.But when you cover one of the USGA's 15 national championships, things get a whole lot better, as I learned Thursday.The media relations people are

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1127909169023634022005-09-28T07:59:00.000-04:002005-09-28T08:06:09.026-04:00

I'm referring to the forgiving police officer who pulled me over for going *ahem* 60 in a 40 over the Fraser Bridge and cruising through the parkway tollbooth at 50 (I wasn't skipping the toll; I have a prepaid pass). But apparently the speed limit is 30.I wasn't really paying attention to my speed, because I was driving back to the office after covering a cross country meet and I was writing my

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1127488894205131442005-09-23T11:20:00.000-04:002005-09-23T11:21:34.206-04:00

Those of you posting comments to my fabulous blog must, from this point on, jump through the hoop known as "word verification." Thank our fine spamming friends for making this annoyance necessary.Fuckers.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1127478405589213902005-09-23T08:04:00.000-04:002005-09-23T08:26:45.596-04:00

Don't have a whole lot to share today, so I'll just hit you with some highlights.• Why did the news channels show wall-to-wall footage of the JetBlue near-miss the other night? And how could people watch it? There was a decent chance all the people on board would die, yet so many people couldn't turn away. I couldn't bear to watch the whole game, so to speak, so I caught the highlights later.• My

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1127393103503462942005-09-22T09:04:00.000-04:002005-09-22T09:06:30.406-04:00

Dearest anonymous,Per your request, I have updated my blog. Many thanks for your feedback - it is always appreciated.Sincerely,JJ

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1127394358983076542005-09-22T08:45:00.000-04:002005-09-22T09:08:56.170-04:00

First off, I'll apologize for the lengthy time it's taken me to update this beotch.But I have a good excuse — the new TV season is under way!The time I once spent updating my blog and playing on t'internet in the morning is now spent watching television shows I taped (yes, taped) the night before while I was off covering god-knows-what high school sporting event.So without further adieu, let's

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1126572274835533742005-09-12T20:33:00.000-04:002005-09-12T20:44:34.840-04:00

When the word came down that the county's officials were considering calling for an evacuation because of Tropical Storm ... err ... Hurricane ... err ... Tropical Storm Ophelia, my wonderful wife stayed abreast of the situation non-stop. She desperately hoped we wouldn't have to evacuate this weekend. "Why?," you might ask. Was it because she was scared? Because she was worried about our stuff?

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1126184467239492092005-09-08T08:58:00.000-04:002005-09-08T09:01:07.243-04:00

Although I hate to make light of anything Katrina-related, the first name on this list proves that some adolescent boy somewhere has achieved legendary prankster status.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1126095697686843562005-09-07T08:17:00.000-04:002005-09-07T08:21:37.686-04:00

Lurking in the Atlantic, some 400 miles southeast of Savannah, is a little ditty called Tropical Depression No. 16.In all likelihood, "Sixteen" will make landfall in a couple of days — still as a T.D. mind you — and simply dump a significant amount of rain on this area.Let's pray that's all he/she does.Winter can't come soon enough here in the Southeast. Can I get an amen?!

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1126013775272554202005-09-06T08:04:00.000-04:002005-09-06T09:36:15.303-04:00

Thanks to Exceptional Erin for giving me something to post about.She "tagged" me to be the next to share my "seven." Be prepared, for you might be next. Wahahahahaha. Wahahahahaha.Here goes nothin'.Seven things I plan to do before I die• See the Cubs win a World Series• Travel to all 50 states and as many foreign countries as possible• Write a novel• Own a record store• Play a shitload of golf•

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125680674483850592005-09-02T13:00:00.000-04:002005-09-02T16:20:59.463-04:00

We have a new link here in almost paradise. Thanks to Fiscus, we've stumbled upon an old professor and his grammar and copy-editing blog.Great fun for us grammarians; probably likely to cause severe bleeding from the eyes for the rest of y'all.But it's kind of funny, regardless.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125576439660817462005-09-01T08:00:00.000-04:002005-09-01T08:07:19.666-04:00

Our thoughts are with Fontaine, whose parents' homes likely will have to be destroyed because of the flooding in New Orleans, Slidell and other surrounding areas.Thankfully, all members of the Fontaine family are safe and sound.I'm not much of a spiritual man, so I'll ask those of you who are to please include Fontaine and family in your prayers, along with the rest of the victims of this

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125320391625989462005-08-29T08:48:00.000-04:002005-08-29T08:59:52.410-04:00

I'll be the first to admit, I overpay for convenience all the time. We keep bottled water and those little powdered drink mix packets around the house at all times, for God's sakes. What happened to pitchers of Kool-Aid?But that got me thinking about all these products of convenience. Are they really worth it? Was the old way really that bad? For example:• I never met a cleaning wipe I didn't

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125319726037122672005-08-29T08:27:00.000-04:002005-08-29T09:07:44.316-04:00

Let's take a quick trip around the blogs I try to visit on a near daily basis.• Welcome my favorite Mancunian to the blog world. Give the guy a break if he has a bit of a glass-half-empty look at things from time to time — he has to go to class with a bunch of freshmen every day. Blah.• Props to my boy Tom for landing a sweet job with bennies, even if he does have to go back to the Midwest. Too

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125012328046337752005-08-25T19:18:00.000-04:002005-08-25T19:25:28.053-04:00

• "Those people spent 112 dollars at Taco Bell. Now how in the hell do you spend 112 dollars at Taco Bell. It's hard to spend five dollars at Taco Bell. Those people must really love Taco Bell." — Taco Bell employee on the large middle eastern family that must have ordered at least three dozen Crunchwraps Supreme (Crunchwrap Supremes?)• "You don't know me that well, yet, but some of my buddies

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1125011848044793802005-08-25T19:10:00.000-04:002005-08-25T19:17:28.050-04:00

I've officially been to the coolest Sonic Drive-In on the planet, and it's in Bluffton, S.C.Not only does this particular Sonic look like a cabana hut, but it also has a credit card swiper with a PIN pad right there at the car, a la pay at the pump.After you place your order, the total comes up on the li'l screen, at which time you choose from: cash, debit, credit or "Sonic card" (gotta get one

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124890097768967762005-08-24T09:21:00.000-04:002005-08-24T09:28:17.770-04:00

Some random happy thoughts to balance out the sad one:• Ben Folds is coming to Savannah on Oct. 8. Unfortunately, it's not part of the Odd Men Out tour with Ben Lee and Rufus Wainwright, but The Fray will open. Not too shabby.• No matter who wins "Rock Star: INXS," I'll probably buy several of their albums: Marty, Ty, Mig and Jordis rock (in that order).• "Stranded with Cash Peters" and "Anthony

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124807884452383092005-08-24T09:20:00.000-04:002005-08-24T09:29:19.110-04:00

My predecessor at the Parsons Sun, Jack Harris, passed away Saturday. Take the time to read his obituary and the publisher's column about him, and you'll mourn the loss for our business and certainly for the Parsons community.Jack wasn't the world's greatest writer, and sure, he was a bit of a homer, but his dedication and love for the craft were unmatched, and something we all should strive to

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124815861008366752005-08-23T12:45:00.000-04:002005-08-23T12:51:01.013-04:00

One-hour wait aside, the fantasy draft went spectacularly. Here's a recap:QB — Trent Green, Byron Leftwich, Ben Roethlisberger.RB — Priest Holmes, Rudi Johnson, Tatum Bell, Reuben Droughns.WR — Hines Ward, Nate Burleson, Jimmy Smith, Ashley Lelie, Mike Williams.TE — Bubba Franks.K — Lawrence "Clemen" Tynes.D/ST — Pittsburgh Steelers.Check out those QBs — and the RBs aren't too shabby either.My

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124805007306830842005-08-23T09:47:00.000-04:002005-08-23T09:50:07.313-04:00

Just arrived at my fantasy football draft — an hour early. Turns out my Yahoo! profile was still set on Central time. First the news is on at 11, then prime-time doesn't start until 8, and now this.Thanks a million, EDT. I'll never see the end of another Monday night football game.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124757949814267802005-08-22T20:36:00.000-04:002005-08-22T20:45:49.820-04:00

So I'm in Atlanta Bread Company — a lot like Panera but with a broader menu and, get this, beer — getting our dinner, when I hear this dude from New Jersey come up to the counter.So this Yank — that's what they call them down here — asks for a "bearclaw," but to the poor Southern woman behind the counter, he might as well be speaking Arabic. She looks around, confused, for a bit, until he repeats

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124724035094680372005-08-22T10:38:00.000-04:002005-08-22T11:20:35.140-04:00

Only if you've been there can you appreciate the beauty of this statement:We went over to Savannah yesterday afternoon.What a great city. We drove over just after noon and had lunch in the City Market at a place called Cafe GelatOhhhh! "The Michelangelo" was one of the best paninis I've had, and the accompanying salad of baby spinach, feta and balsamic vinegarette was a nice touch.We checked out

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124644047133463822005-08-21T12:40:00.000-04:002005-08-21T13:07:27.140-04:00

Ahh, the joys of being on a competitive beat. It's fun, but man can it be frustrating. Especially when this is what you're up against. Let me give you the lay of the land here. There's a weird sort of relationship between HHI and Bluffton that is unlike anything I've ever seen. Many years ago (early 1970s) the only public HS in the area was on the mainland. They shut it down and moved it to the

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1124554929872024422005-08-20T12:08:00.000-04:002005-08-20T12:22:37.370-04:00

If you've never lived near the ocean, go rent a U-Haul and pack your stuff. It's time to go. If you've never spent your day off on the beach, reading a book, watching the people and their salty dogs, and hopping in the water when you start to get hot, give your two-week notice, it's time for a new gig.Don't get me wrong - I'm a midwestern boy, and I love that part of the country - but I don't

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1119197687472325072005-06-19T11:50:00.000-04:002005-06-19T12:14:47.493-04:00

Fred Phelps' gay-bashing soldiers are here today, protesting several "sodomite whorehouses masquerading as Parsons churches" and protesting the newspaper, which isn't open today for those who appreciate irony. We drove around downtown to check it out, and for a bunch of people spewing so much hate, Fred's thugs put up a pretty lame showing. Their illogical display — signs declaring "God Hates

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1113855053575620502005-04-18T15:51:00.001-04:002005-04-18T17:29:19.416-04:00

I don't know if any of you bother to check on me anymore, what with my pathetic blogging habits, but I'm still here. In fact, not a lot has changed since my last post — I've traded hoops and rasslin' for baseball, and I'm down to watching 'The O.C.' once a week, but that's about it — so you haven't missed much.I've found myself strangely wanting to write about 'entertainment' stuff — i.e.

JJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14205252954573166688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5884905.post-1105640829204867122005-01-13T14:20:00.000-05:002005-01-13T13:27:09.206-05:00

Thank God for HoWray, whose non-existent, post-hurricane season blogging makes us all look better. Honestly, I would post a lot more if I felt I had something remotely interesting to say. Right now, my life mostly consists of days like this: 7:40 a.m. — Wake up. 8:10 a.m. — Arrive at work 10 minutes late (but, hey, I'm salaried, and I don't miss deadline, ever.) 11:30 a.m.-12:30 p.m. — Send

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Merry Christmas, everyone. Merry Christmas you wonderful old building and loan. Every year, I think we're getting too old to get a lot of Christmas gifts. Look at our parents; they don't get shit anymore. When does this happen to us? 30? 40? I hope never. We made off like bandits again this year, though our age was shown in the fact that our favorite gift (aside from money) was a vacuum cleaner

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OK, so nobody was speaking of sandwiches, but I just had one of the most heavenly food creations I've encountered. This little bakery place down the street from the paper makes grilled cheese sandwiches that will "make you change the way you think about grilled cheese," they say. They ain't kiddin'. It's made with french bread, which is drowning in garlic and butter, and, here's the kicker, it

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The most entertaining thing I could find on TV while I ate my lunch was the stupid game show "Whammy," better known by its original name, "Press Your Luck." You know, the one where the goofy little whammys come by and take your money and everybody says, "No whammy, no whammy, big bucks, stop," or something of the sort. Well, this guy hit the "Big Bank." When you do this, apparently, you get all

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Solving the world's more perplexing trends: Why do some people drive 20 mph under the speed limit on the highway? To be continued ...

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... the outdoor cats in my neighborhood are coming up with a jailbreak plan to free Chile. There's this one gray and white cat — which I have named Miss Kitty, but Megan insists on calling Felix, despite the fact that I'm fairly certain it's a girl — that always comes around and teases Chile with its freedom. When Miss Kitty was chilling on our Halloween get-up on the porch, lying on top of the

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It slapped me right in the face. Apparently, the sports journalism gods didn't take it lightly that I made fun of M.Pet*e's little mistake, so they decided to get their revenge. I actually said in a story AND a headline that one team won, when the other actually won. That sucks. I'm sorry, Pet*e, Ba*r, et. al.

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New record: the closest margin of victory in a football game I have covered this season has been lowered from 27 points to 24. The Vikes (4-3, 3-3 SEK, 0-1 District 1) got smoked 36-12 after leading 12-6 with less than six minutes left in the first half. They dropped two or three sure touchdown passes, prompting the coach to say afterwards, "All you've got to do is catch the f***ing ball, walk

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I drove 20 miles at 73 mph today with a ladybug clinging desperately to my windshield. When I hit the city limits and slowed to 40 mph, s/he started booking it down the windshield to more stable ground. Then, just as I was about to get out of the car at my house and meet this courageous bug, the little bastard flew away. I wanted to see if s/he talked like Denis Leary.

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In case you haven't heard, the Missouri Tigers' defense ranks eighth nationally, allowing 259 POINTS per game, according to M*cha*l P*tre of the Associated Press. Oops. I hadn't noticed the dramatic and unprecedented spike in scoring this season in college football. Tennis, anyone? I've sort of been forced to become quite the tennis aficianado lately. Parsons, which has a pretty damn good

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... the assholes on SJ.com would take it easy on Mo. Jeez, it's not that big of a deal. And then, one I*n G**rin made a positive ID, when everyone else at least had the discretion to refer only generically to the "prep sports writer". Keep yo' head up, Mo. It'll be a'ight. BTW, thanks for the Nelly CDs! ... the Cubs would have made the playoffs. ... Missouri wouldn't have lost to Troy.

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... and I ain't talkin' 'bout birthday candles. Of the nine football games I've covered in the past five weeks (shitty JV games excluded), the narrowest margin of victory has been 27 points. Here are the scores, thus far: 56-6, 35-7, 54-6, 54-6 (yup, twice), 69-0, 77-7, 70-14, 42-0, 48-21. Ugggh. The worst part is, at the HS games you can't really start writing when the game gets out of hand,

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All of a sudden I have that REM song in my head, you know, "It's been a bad day, please don't take my picture." First this and now this. I can't wait for the, "What's the 'M' stand for? Misdemeanor?" jokes to start. Not so hot to be a Cub, either Way to go Cubbies. First you blow a 3-0 lead in the ninth and lose in extras, then you can't score against the Mets, now its the Reds. Meanwhile the

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Since when do you have to be a god damn mathematician to figure out who to root for to help your team win the Wild Card? I clearly can't root for the Giants, but if the Padres sweep, they could catch the Cubs, so I clearly can't root for the Padres. Then there's the quandry of the Giants passing the Dodgers and the Cubs and Dodgers being locked in the Wild Card race. What the F.? I feel like the

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Here's a note about my links. "Dis is Tawmb" isn't really Tom anymore. It links to the Web site that used to be Tom's blog, but isn't anymore. It is really fun, though, to read it and pretend Tom wrote it. Try it sometime. That's why I left it on there. Hooray for golf, bigger hooray for free golf I compromised my journalistic ethics today. When I showed up to the local golf course to play 18 on

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Four found dead in Parsons apartment. Clearly, I'm not one of them. Surprisingly, I wasn't the shooter, either. Big news from the small town, though. What now? My new obsession is down until Wednesday or Thursday. Not cool. Not cool at all. How 'bout them Trojans...no, not those Trojans. In case you haven't heard, Troy lost to New Mexico State. There goes the "they're a pretty good team"

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That's the quote from rabid sports fan Megan J., calling to inform me that Brad Smith has thrown another interception and the Tigers are going to lose to Troy State (sic). I'm a little more forgiving of Bd., saviour of the program, but, come on, these guys were DII a few years ago, playing the likes of the aforementioned Pitt State Gorillas. In a related note, does Missouri have a thing about

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In a pleasing turn of events, the Ridgefield Squirrels dominated their season-opening fantasy football game, scoring a league-high 118 points. Yeah, baby. Daunte Culpepper, Shaun Alexander and T.O. are offically my boys. In a related note, the Pittsburg State Gorillas (No. 4 NCAA Division II) amused me for a while Saturday night, then bored me to death in a 77-7 win against (not over) Truman

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Another sign that should go up ASAP. I went to all three (that's right, three) grocery stores in town today in search of Megan's favorite soup, Uncle Ben's Broccoli and Cheese Soup. Did they have it? No. No. And No. The first one apparently had it, but was sold out, same verdict as two weeks ago. I don't think they ever ordered it back in. The second doesn't carry any Uncle Ben's soups. A bit

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That's what an actual sign say down here. It's between Moran and Erie on U.S. 59 south of Lawrence if anyone needs to make a road trip to see for themselves (i.e. Tom Wyrwich). Master Bait and Liquor. Can you believe it? I can't. Who would give oral sex without expecting it in return. Seriously, though, who names their business that? Apparently some jackass in east central Kansas who runs a

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That's what the signs should say down here, as it applies to gymnasiums and press boxes. That's right, it's hotter than a mofo in the gyms, and even the press box at Pitt State (NCAA Div. II) is without the basic amenity of air conditioning. I love having to take a shower after going to cover a volleyball game, which, by the way, is another post for another day (or maybe later this afternoon).

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That's right...if anyone still cares enough to check JJ's blog, JJ's done with finals (as of about an hour ago), JJ's bowl section stories are in, JJ's house has been taken over by the cleaning lady (not to mention the in-laws), and JJ's back speaking in third person on his blog. JJ's gotta do, what JJ's gotta do. As one might expect, the blog fodder has slowed recently, apparently an epidemic

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I'm bored (cleaning lady's at the crib), so I'm fiddin' ta break a personal record for blogs in a week. Hurrr goes nothing. F. Colorado. I think the crazy 50 degrees in the day, freeze-your-figs-off cold at night thing made me sick. I'm sleeping on generic Ny-Quil every night so I can breath, and right now my right nostril is clogged up to kingdom come, leaving me with a throbbing pain behind my

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I'm a horrible blogger, I know. I wouldn't want to disappoint, though, so I'll do a little Colorado mop up duty. Those of you who didn't drive 12 hours to cover a crappy game can live vicariously through us (un)fortunate ones. It's a long story, so pack a lunch. The drive TO Boulder wasn't so bad, the time flies by because the day is filled with promise. At the end of the road, we knew we'd

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Random musings... Rain on homecoming -- a fitting fate for a silly "tradition." I can't wait to see the smug alums soaking in their seats. I really am an asshole. Apologies to T. Dubs -- early wake-up call for the free press box food, eh. Sweater weather, at last. I'll debut my Kyle Nagel-esque sweater-over-collared-shirt look at today's game, unless it warms up considerably in the next 45

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For this blog and this blog only, I will be known as Dirty J. Dirty J sorry Dirty J hasn't blogged in so long. Dirty J been busy. Dirty J apologizes, but Hoosiers in the Capital City and Sterling's Pearls of Wisdom have been postponed indefinitely. Dirty J got more pressing matters to bitch about. Some of you might know about Dirty J's electrician problems. As of last night, Dirty J has his main

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People who are off the list (in no particular order): 1) Steve Kline, for being a bitch. No one on the Cubs wished harm upon the Cardinals, only losses. I would have taken Kline on my team any day, but not anymore. 2) Our waiter at BW2 last night. He was shitty, rooted for the Marlins, and then had the nerve to include a $10 tip he didn't earn on a party of five (Holly only had water). Not

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Damn Dave Veres. Shoulda let the Cards keep him. As you might have guessed, I'm not pleased with the Cubs' loss to the Braves on Wednesday, but I'm holding out hope that they'll win two at home and put it away. So I went to St. Louis to pick up my pa-in-law, Dean Dean, at the airport. I hate Lambert International Airport. On the first pass through, I wind up in the five-minute pick-up lane. On

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Guess what I just did... I can't believe I just started a blog. I swore I'd never do this, but that was when the only one I had seen was basically used like a journal, except that the whole world could read it. Bad idea. (see: Daniel Young, Kathryn Handley) This world of blogs befuddles me. I have a lot of questions and would appreciate any help any of you can offer. Apparently, everyone I know

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