September 2007 - Posts
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 The snow is on it's way up here in the northeast, and I need some new skis. If anyone can see a reason why I shouldn't get these Line Prophet 90s, speak now or forever hold your peace. I was encouraged to buy them at a shop in Burlington last weekend but couldn't pull the trigger without doing a little research and now that I have, I'm sold. I'm leaning toward the 172s.
My apologies to any Mets fans out there. There are still three games to play, but it's not looking good. Personally, I'm pulling for the four-way tie in the NL.
And how about that Office premiere last night? A cat in the freezer? A fun run for a disease that's already been cured? Looks like we're in for another great season. Alfredo sauce...
Have a great weekend.
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What a long, strange trip it's been...
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 Before I started this blog, I had amassed a bunch of different t-shirt designs. One of those designs was to have a picture of a grub on the front and on the back the words "Bear Grylls would." After reading this article, however, maybe a picture of a nice fluffy bed would have been better. Rumors have swirled for months now about how Bear had outside help during some scenes in the Discovery Channel hit series Man vs. Wild and even spent some nights in hotel rooms when it appeared he had spent the night in the wild. On Monday, Discovery Channel started to air re-edited versions of the series with a disclaimer and voiceovers from Bear pointing out when he received help.
While I do feel a little duped, the fact remains that the guy squeezed water out of elephant poop, boiled a sheep's eyeball and ate it, and sunk his teeth into fish that was alive three seconds prior (more than once). In my book, that's riveting television, and the most contrived episode of Man vs. Wild is still better than the absolute best episode of Grey's Anatomy. So I'll still be tuning in, and I hope you will too.
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If you're a fan of the Detroit Tigers, or simply a baseball fan without any lingering hatred for them, you have until 11 a.m. on October 13th to bid on pretty much everything you can think of from Tiger Stadium. Does your man cave need a new door? How about a urinal that Kirk Gibson probably peed in? Maybe a corner locker? Personally, I'm thinking about putting a turnstile in the entrance to my man cave.
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 "I almost died," said my aunt, "when I heard."
It was late Saturday afternoon, and the people of central New York, perhaps in an effort to convince themselves that what they had just seen really happened, were calling friends and relatives across the country to rehash, reflect, and reassure. The Syracuse Orange football team had just beaten the Louisville Cardinals in Louisville to start Big East play at 1-0. That would be undefeated in conference play. While it's not quite a greet-the-team-at-the-airport victory, it is certainly unexpected, like putting a tambourine on your Christmas list and getting a drum set.
Only a week ago, my dad told me that police cars were patrolling Coach Greg Robinson's street after his record at SU dropped to 5-21 and 0-3 on the season. And with a nationally-ranked Louisville team up next, enrollment in the witness protection program might not have been far off.
Thirty-seven point underdogs, they were. Five touchdowns and change. In a season during which a 1-AA school (Appalachian State) beat a 5th ranked 1-A school (Michigan), this Syracuse win over Louisville is being called the greatest upset of not only the season, but of college football history. Bigger than 35-point underdog Temple over VA Tech in 1998 and certainly bigger than Boise State over Oklahoma in last year's Fiesta Bowl. Whether or not to include that tidbit in recruiting efforts is beyond the scope of this post, but it certainly makes for a nice set of antlers on Robinson's wall.
If nothing else, I'm sure it came as a nice surprise for my aunt on her 82nd birthday. "Maybe I just need to have a birthday party every Saturday," she said. "I think I can handle that for the good of the team."
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 I'm beside myself now that the New York Times has opened up their archives for free on their website, which date all the way back to 1851. It's definitely worth digging around in there for a while, but I already found my favorite headline:
January 6th, 1920
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If you've got $35 million lying around, you should consider buying Gerry Spence's pad in Jackson, Wyoming. A sweeping view of the Tetons, tons of land, a hot tub... and a pantheonic man cave in the most literal of senses. His media room is constructed to look like an actual cave. I'm actually flustered just looking at a picture of it, I can't imagine seeing it face-to-face. Tom Evans of Jackson Hole Real Estate has the listing on his website along with some more photos of the property and descriptions. My goodness.
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