Month: September 2016 (Page 2 of 3)

On The Kicking Of The Ball

Well, maybe my stressing about games played on diamonds isn’t completely over for this year. Despite the Royals season spiraling down the drain, I have one more game to get myself worked up about: M’s kickball team made the city championship game. They will play for the title next Wednesday. And I’m already a nervous wreck.

Her team had a fantastic regular season. They won their first game by nine runs over a very tough team. Their second game was supposed to be against another very tough team, but that was the day we had tornado warnings and we had to postpone it. They ran off three more wins by an average of 30 runs per game and had another postponement in there as well.

So Tuesday night they were making up the two rainouts. First they would play St. L’s, who were also undefeated. That game was the de facto division title game, as St. P’s opponent in the nightcap had not won a game all season.

The St. L. game was fantastic. St. P’s put nine runs on the board in the first inning, and left the bases loaded. They added 10 runs in the second, and left two on. After two innings, our girls were up 19–9. St. L’s was probably a better kicking team, as they have a group of girls who play soccer while St. P’s has none. But St. P’s is a terrific defensive team and can turn great kicks into outs, while St. L spent the first two innings booting the ball all around the infield on defense.

But St. L’s tightened up their defense and slowly clawed their way back into the game. In the fifth they had runners on first and second, no out, and their best three kickers coming up. The first launched a screamer to short right. Our right fielder was looking directly into the sun as she tried to track the ball. She got her hands on it at shoulder-level, then lost control of it. The St. L’s runners took off, thinking it was going to hit the ground. But our fielder recovered and caught the ball just above her shoe-tops, then quickly got the ball to first to double off that runner. The first baseman tossed the ball to our pitcher, but the St. L’s runner who left second was standing on third. All the coaches and St. P’s parents were screaming at our pitcher to throw back to second. In kickball, though, when the pitcher gets control of the ball inside the pitching circle, the play is dead. And our pitcher took the throw from first base inside the circle. So instead of tossing the ball to second to wrap up a triple play, the runner on third was given a free pass back to second. Our girls pulled off a triple play in practice a couple weeks back, and had been promised a trip to Dairy Queen if they did it in a game. I think they were more bummed about not getting ice cream than the inning continuing.

In the bottom of the sixth, the lead was down to six runs and St. L’s had two on with two outs. Their kicker sent a liner down the third base line that stayed just fair then spun toward the sideline. Our best player was in right-center and immediately took off after the ball. I didn’t see any way she would get the ball back in quick enough to hold the kicker to third, so began filling in three runs for St. L’s. I looked up to see the St. L’s kicker rounding third and our player 10 feet behind her, hauling ass. “What are you doing?” I thought. There was no way she could catch the runner. Our girl took two more steps then made a perfect, two-handed chest pass that zipped over the runner’s shoulder into the hands of our pitcher who was covering home. She tagged the runner to end the inning.

It might have been the single greatest defensive play in kickball history! This was kind of like Bo Jackson throwing out Harold Reynolds from the wall, only a girl ran over 100 feet – in two different directions – at full speed to make the play possible. It should have been a three-run game with St. L’s still kicking, but instead their rally was snuffed and their girls were deflated.

St. P’s added four runs in the 7th and were up 25–17 going into the last half inning. Even with that lead, I was nervous as hell. Yes, we had made great plays to kill rallies in three-straight innings. But they were all kind of lucky plays. Our offense had gone quiet since the first two innings and it sure felt like St. L’s had the momentum.

No need to stress: our girls had their cleanest inning of the night, giving up just one run and closed the game with an easy out at home that ended with them dog piling each other in celebration. St. L’s had kept our girls out of the city playoffs last spring, beating them twice by a total of four runs. Although that was a very different team (St. L’s was mostly sixth graders to our all fifth grade team), St. L’s best current sixth graders did play on that team. Our girls did not want to miss out on the postseason because of St. L’s again.

Up next was the nightcap. It would really suck to have worked so hard to beat St. L’s and then slip up against a team that had been run-ruled in every game they played.[1] Fortunately, our girls took care of business. They dialed it back a little, mostly keeping the ball on the ground and only taking the extra base when they absolutely had to. They closed them out in the minimum number of innings.

Now, thanks to the playoff format, St. P’s gets a bye directly into the championship game. Last fall they reached the semifinal, and lost a game to a team they should have beaten. Odds are they’re going to play another one of their nemeses in the final, St. B’s. In fourth grade, our girls pounded everyone they played. Except St. B’s, who smoked them twice. They actually run-ruled our girls in the first game, I believe the only time that’s ever happened to this class. Afterward, all the St. P’s parents were looking at each other wondering what the hell had just happened. We were happy to lose by only 15 the second time they played. St. B’s is famous/infamous for having a great program that is filled with girls who play travel soccer. They kick the shit out of the ball.

But our girls are pretty damn good, too. I think they’re excited for the chance to play them. The coaches and I are already stressing about the game. Seriously, I’ve had a headache for about 36 hours because all I can think about is next Wednesday. I think my hands are going to be pretty shaky when I try to hold the scorebook.


  1. Then we would have to play St. L’s again, with the winner moving on. No tie-breaker for head-to-head competition.  ↩

R’s: Put A Fork In Them

Last Sunday, as I often do, I turned on the American Top 40 replay from the 1980s on our local soft rock station. The countdown was from this week in 1985, and I caught it just in time to hear the #1 song from that week, John Parr’s “St. Elmo’s Fire (Man In Motion)”. First thing first, whether you approach the song with irony or earnestness, it’s a damn fine song. I enjoyed every second of it, as I always do.

But I also felt a touch of melancholy. That song became one of the unofficial theme songs for last year’s Royals, as it both celebrated their team speed and the pressure they put on other teams and harkened back to their first World Series title in that fall of 1985.

Sadly, it looks like there will not be October baseball for the Kansas City Royals this year. Royals fans will not be singing “St. Elmo’s Fire” out of pure joy and completely free of irony this fall.

Intellectually, most fans have known this for some time. That epically bad July pretty much sunk their playoff hopes. A scorching August made us start thinking it was possible for this group to pull off another miracle, this one over the course of two months instead of a few innings. But a thoroughly mediocre start to their September and the math of games left vs. games behind means that it’s time to face reality.

On one hand, it’s kind of amazing they are still, theoretically, in the Wild Card race. Two-fifths of the starting rotation turned to shit before May 1. Another key part of their rotation has been terrible since July 1.[1] They’ve battled major injuries all season. They’ve hit like shit much of the season. And over the last month the venerable bullpen seems to have finally regressed after three years of magic. Yet, while I think the past few come-from-ahead losses have dashed our dreams of another October run, they could still go on one of their 15–4 runs and sneak in. The problem is, there are only 18 games left. There’s just not enough time.

So this October is going to feel a lot different than the past two. Which, in a way, could be a good thing. For one, my blood pressure will hopefully remain normal as I’m not watching brutally tense baseball games for four hours each night while quadrupling my normal sodium intake as I go through a bag of sunflower seeds every two days. I won’t be drinking 3–4 beers every night, so I doubt I’ll put on the 5–10 pounds I’ve put on the last two Octobers. I’ll get more sleep.

Mostly, though, missing the playoffs will be a reminder that the last two Octobers were insanely glorious. I still, a few times each week, flashback to some moment in the ’14 or ’15 runs and just chuckle that any of it happened. This October would have/could have been special on its own. But coming up short this year will make me appreciate the last two years even more.

As I’ve given up hope over the last week, I’ve also been thinking ahead. Next year is, famously, the final year in the Window of Opportunity for this core group of players before they begin departing to bigger markets who can afford their next contracts. There are no guarantees in sports, but this team feels fairly well positioned for next year.

Danny Duffy turned into a stud in the second half of the season. Ian Kennedy and Yordano Ventura solved many of their early season issues and steadied themselves. There’s always the chance Ventura finally cracks the code as Duffy did this year and harnesses his full potential. But as he is now, he’s not a bad #3 option. Jason Vargas will be back next year. I probably have too much faith in him, but I still think he’s going to be a solid starter. That leaves just one spot to figure out, and the Royals have plenty of options for it, both old and young.[2] I’m cautiously optimistic about the starters.

Hopefully the offseason will fix whatever is wrong with Wade Davis without him needing major surgery. Might Greg Holland be ready to pitch again, and willing to re-sign with the Royals? Will Luke Hochevar be able to bounce back from his late-season surgery? There are a lot of questions in the bullpen, but given that group’s track record, there is also a fair amount of confidence that they will figure things out.

I don’t see any big surprises in the lineup. We pretty much know who all of these guys are. Maybe, MAYBE, Eric Hosmer finally takes that superstar turn he so often seems close to taking but can’t quite seem to do. Maybe Alex Gordon doesn’t hit .200 for three weeks at a time four times a year. Maybe Salvador Perez and Alcides Escobar learn how to only swing at strikes. But I doubt all that.

The biggest offensive key is keeping Lorenzo Cain in the lineup for 140+ games. He doesn’t always have to be hot for the team to be hot, but he does have to be in the lineup. Even when he’s battling bumps and bruises, he gets on base and makes things happen.

What do you do with the DH spot? Kendrys Morales has had a true Jekyll and Hyde season. When he’s not hit, he’s been awful. But when he does hit, he’s been as good as any DH in the league. Does that balance mean he will sign at a number the Royals can afford? And if so, do you take the risk on two more years of the risk he completely falls apart? Or do you let him walk and figure Mike Moustakas and Cheslor Cuthbert can platoon at third base and DH? Moose seemed to finally becoming the player he was supposed to be – a guy who hits about .270 but hits around 30 bombs and gets on base at a decent clip – before his injury in May. Cheslor did an amazing job filling in for Moose, but has cooled considerably at the plate over the last month and has shown issues in the field as well.[3] Or do you trade one of them?

The Royals always have a pretty low margin for error. I don’t think that changes next year. Inconsistency on the mound, another tepid year at the plate, or just a couple key injuries could turn 2017 into a long, sad season as the free agents to-be get traded in July. But I also think there is a really good base in place. A little luck with injuries, a few players performing closer to their career averages, a smart signing or two in the winter, and they can absolutely be a team that makes one more post-season run before it’s time to start rebuilding.

I’m giving up on the 2016 season, but I’m not giving up on this team.


  1. Edinson Volquez. Crazy that same guy pitched amazing in games one and five of the World Series just last year.  ↩
  2. The idea of moving Joakim Soria to the rotation has been kicked around for years. Given his complete inability to deliver in the clutch out of the pen this year, maybe it’s time to give that a shot?  ↩
  3. Is he fighting an injury? He was damn near flawless in the field until a couple weeks ago and has been kind of a mystery since.  ↩

NFL Locks, 2016

Heyo! It’s NFL kickoff[1] weekend, which means it’s time for some half-assed, barely-informed predictions! It should be noted I pay almost no attention to what happens in the NFL offseason. I know Teddy Bridgewater got hurt a week ago, and the Vikings traded for Sam Bradford to replace him. The Colts drafted a bunch of shitty guys who will never contribute. I think someone the Cowboys drafted got into trouble with the police. But beyond that, I’m at a loss.

Before the predictions proper, a few thoughts about the Colts. A year ago, they were a sexy pick to get to the Super Bowl. They were coming off an postseason where they whacked the Bengals in the Wild Card game, dominated the Fighting Peytons in Denver, and then got run out of Foxborough in the Deflategate game. They were a young, hungry team led by the next NFL superstar in Andrew Luck. The blueprint was in place; it was up to them to follow it.

And then they fell on their faces last year and the blueprint was revealed to be a sham. The Colts refusal to build a solid offensive line in front of Luck finally caught up with him, as he was battered into two serious injuries, one of which cost him the second half of the season. When he was on the field, the lack of protection and an effective running game sapped his strengths, and he was often running for his life, taking brutal hits, and forcing throws that became interceptions. The coach and GM should have been fired, but for some reason owner Jim Irsay decided to keep both Chuck Pagano and Ryan Grigson, and give them another shot at fixing the mess.

The easy prediction is that a healthy Luck with a bolstered offensive line automatically puts the Colts back into the playoffs since they have the benefit of playing in the AFC South. The only problem is the South is not filled with complete pushovers the way it has been for the last decade. Every team has its own issues, but each team also has the chance to win 8–10 games if everything goes right. It’s going to take more than just showing up to win the AFC South.

I expect the Colts offense to be much better this year; IF they can keep Luck healthy and he plays smartly. The offensive line is already suffering from injuries, though. As is the defense, which has seen its backfield get ravaged by injuries in the preseason. If the Colts get back in the 10-win range, it’s going to be because Luck stays healthy for 17 weeks and leads the offense to a very productive season. I see a lot of 35–31 games in their future.

And now on to the picks!

AFC East

New England
From now until the end of time. Or until Brady and Belichick are gone, I guess.

AFC North

Cincinnati
Don’t get too excited, Bengals fans (see below).

AFC South

Indianapolis
Figure a healthy Luck makes them the best of a pretty middling collection of teams.

AFC West

Denver
The defense is good enough where the offense won’t have to score many points to win. And the offense just might be ok.

AFC Wild Cards

Houston, Kansas City
Both of these teams are capable of winning their divisions. Can Houston find offense? Can Kansas City stay healthy on offense?

NFC East

Washington
I really have no idea here. Maybe they’ll keep their roll from late last year going. Maybe not.

NFC North

Green Bay
Will be the best team in the NFL until January. Then something will fail late in the fourth quarter, whether it’s a defensive breakdown, a running game that suddenly won’t work, or a bizarre play.

NFC South

Carolina
Lots of people think the Panthers are going to fall back to the pack this year. I see some regression, but they still win the division. Provided Cam wasn’t seriously injured in their opener Thursday.

NFC West

Seattle
Figure this division goes into the last coupe weeks, but Seattle will be hungrier.

NFC Wild Cards

Arizona, Atlanta
Both teams will score enough points to be in every game.

AFC Playoffs

Indianapolis over Kansas City. I pick this every year. Why stop now?
Houston over Cincinnati. Poor Bengals fans.

New England over Houston. Yeah, like Houston is going to Foxborough and winning in January.
Denver over Indianapolis. Colts shitty defense lets them down.

New England over Denver. Offense will matter, as will home field, which the Patriots will have.

NFC Playoffs

Arizona over Washington. Blowout city, baby.
Carolina over Atlanta. Another Matty Ice playoff failure.

Arizona over Green Bay. Aaron Rodgers is becoming Dan Marino with a ring.
Seattle over Carolina. The Seahawks are on a mission.

Seattle over Arizona. A battle of styles and teams that split their regular season meetings. Seattle’s defense holds just enough to get the win.

Super Bowl

This time Pete Carroll doesn’t fuck it up. Seattle 31, New England 27

Now go see your bookies!


  1. I’ve typed the word kickball so many times in the past two months that muscle memory just took over and I typed that instead of kickoff.  ↩

Friday Playlist

I believe I’ve said this before, but one of the reasons I like Spotify a lot more than Apple Music is because of the new music Spotify recommends to me. Apple Music’s recommendations always seemed to suck. Every week, between the Discover Weekly playlist on Monday and Release Radar playlist on Friday, I find at least one new act to listen to thanks to Spotify’s suggestions. This week’s playlist kicks off with two artists I was introduced to over the past week via those lists.

“No Taste Bomber” – Salad Boys. A pretty spectacular New Zealand outfit I had never heard of before, but which I’ve enjoyed immensely this week. If I was a dog, this song, from about the 2:25 moment on, would make my leg jerk uncontrollably. If that makes any sense.

“Dune Wind” – Palace Winter. There’s some classic R.E.M. in here. Some War on Drugs guitars, too. It’s all pretty tasty.

“24 Frames” – Jason Isbell. I’ve tried to like Isbell’s music. There are a ton of people I follow on Twitter who are crazy about him. But he’s just over the edge of too much twang for my tastes. This song, though, is a beauty and I can handle every bit of it.

“Couldn’t Know” – PAW. It’s 9/9, so one of our local stations is playing nine hours of 90s music. I thought I’d honor the day by going back to the best song, by the best band, to come out of the KC/Lawrence music scene in the 90s.

“Called You Queen” – Haley Bonar. I loved the first single, “I Can Change,” off of her new album, which I heard a few months back. But when the album dropped in August, I somehow missed it. I gave it a listen this week and it’s pretty fantastic, start-to-finish. There are a bunch of new albums out today I need to consider, but I find myself wanting to listen to Bonar’s again first.

Jacked

Apple product launch announcements aren’t the must-watch events they once were for me. I’ve scaled back my purchasing of new electronic toys to a much slower pace.[1] No more new Mac to replace a perfectly good one every 12–18 months. I keep my phones well past the two years I’m obligated to keep them without having to pay to upgrade.

Mostly this is because the pace of technology has changed, at least for now. Those big leaps in design, function, and software we saw in the ‘00s has slowed way down. There just isn’t as huge of a difference in a 2016 Mac and your 2011 Mac as there was between that ’11 Mac and an ’07 one. Plus, as we spend more-and-more time on the web, as long as you have a modern browser and a decent Internet connection, you can do about everything you need to do just fine.

I did pay attention to most of yesterday’s Apple event, though. It’s been over a year since the rumors started circulating that Apple wanted to eliminate the 3.5mm headphone jack from the iPhone. Sure enough, they did it, moving folks who buy the iPhone 7 and 7 Plus to using either a lightning cable or Bluetooth to connect their headphones.

The gnashing of teeth had been around almost as long as the rumors of the elimination of the 3.5mm connection. Once that change became reality, the complaints just got louder.

In general, I don’t care about the change. Philosophically, I’m down with the move. We do need to move toward easier, more accurate wireless connections with greater range for our mobile devices. Bluetooth kind of sucks, but nothing has forced either that protocol, or any competing one, to improve enough to make most people want to use it.[2] Maybe this is the first step in making that happen.

However, Apple’s language in promoting this switch was pretty much garbage. “Courage” was the word Apple Senior VP Phil Schiller used when explaining why Apple decided to scrap the legacy connector. Which is straight up bullshit. If you strip out that horrible choice of word and go with the rest of Apple’s argument, I can get onboard with them. They are constantly struggling to squeeze more-and-more technology into their phone case. Yanking out a single-use connector that will allow them to include a better camera, more battery, or the next technological advance is a reasonable argument. The transition might be difficult, but I can understand that reasoning.

But saying it’s “courageous”? You lost me there.


The other thing I thought of while watching the presentation was how long the 3.5mm plug has been around. I’ve owned a few pairs of headphones with ¼” ends over the years. But the overwhelming majority of audio cables I’ve used in my life have been the venerable 3.5mm one. My first transistor radio used a single earphone that connected with a 3.5mm plug. I connected tape recorders to other devices with a 3.5mm cord.[3] Walkmen and Diskmen. Vehicles had 3.5mm AUX inputs to connect portable devices. Computers sent their audio out via a 3.5mm jack. And, obviously, every Apple device I’ve owned so far has exported sound via a 3.5mm connecting point.

The standard has traveled from the analog to the digital age without missing a beat, which is pretty remarkable. Odds are the cables you used to connect your VCR to your TV in 1985, or your computer to your printer in 1995, no longer work on modern devices. But the dozens of audio cords with 3.5mm connectors on each end that are knotted on my shelf of random tech gear still have hundreds of uses in them.

I’m pleased that we’re taking another step toward getting rid of cables. But that 3.5mm standard has served me well, and will continue to a little while longer.


  1. Somewhat balanced by my purchasing of photography gear.  ↩
  2. Not to mention driving manufacturers to make better wireless headphones, speakers, etc.  ↩
  3. I remember hooking up a tape recorder to our TV via the headphone jack to record the Miami Vice theme in mono before the soundtrack hit record stores.  ↩

August Books

Before the Fall – Noah Hawley. As soon as I saw this on a list of recommended books to read this summer, I knew I had to read it. Hawley, who has worked in TV for years, is the main creative force behind the FX show Fargo. I’ve still only watched season two of the show, but you may recall that I was floored by how brilliant it was. Could Hawley’s brilliance translate to a novel?

The answer is mostly yes.

Before the Fall is the story of the passengers on a small, private plane that crashes during its flight from Martha’s Vineyard to New York. The only survivors are an artist, who joined the flight at the last minute as guest of one of the passengers, and a 4-year-old boy. The artist swims 10 miles while towing the boy until they reach the shore. Although he attempts to avoid the media glare, eventually the artist is sucked into the frenzy. A frenzy that is especially intense given that the boy’s father, who died in the crash, was president of a Fox-like news network. Soon the fictional network’s version of Bill O’Reilly is suggesting that the artist was far from an innocent passenger, but rather sleeping with his boss’ wife and somehow responsible for the plane going down.

As that story flows forward, Hawley looks back, with brief accounts of each passenger’s life, how they came to be on the flight, and what demons they brought with them that could have caused the crash. Although the cause of the accident comes clear well before its full reveal, the manner in which Hawley uncovers it, showing how both the federal investigators learn it privately as the entire country learns it in a bitter, televised interview, is pretty damn good. In fact, it felt like the end of a sprawling series. Like Fargo for example.


Great Plains – Ian Frazier. I tried to time this, a book about – hold onto your hats – the Great Plains of America, for my trip to Kansas City. I had it with me that weekend, but didn’t crack it once. Turned out that was a wise decision. I did not know, for example, that the Great Plains don’t officially begin until you’re well out into central Kansas. So it would have been silly to read about them when I wasn’t actually in them! Well, except then I read about them back in Indiana. Sometimes the best laid reading plans…

Anyway, this is one of the books that has been on my list for years and years. And by waiting for years and years, it’s even further out from its publication date, which for a travel/history book, made it feel a bit dated.

Frazier spent several years in the 1980s traveling back-and-forth, up-and-down the plains. He explored the geographic history of the region, dove into the Native American cultures of the lands, learned about the difficult age in the late 1800s when the white folks came and killed off all the buffalo, rounded up all the natives, and began dividing the land up into the towns and states we know today. He explores more modern issues, too, like how the region was dotted with missile silos that were waiting for the signal to launch and race toward the Soviet Union. Which was a perfect angle, as I was watching season four of The Americans as I read this, and the episode that revolved around The Day After popped up right in the middle of my reading.

As I said, this feels dated. I would love to read an updated edition, where Frazier looks at how things have progressed, or gotten worse, over the last 30 years.


Johnny Jihad – Ryan Inzana. It was a light month of reading, so I grabbed a graphic novel to round out August. This was loosely based on the life of John Walker Lindh, the American Taliban dude who became notorious in the early days of the war on terror. Inzana shares the story of a disaffected American kid who gets drawn into the world of radical Islam, is turned by the CIA, and then sent to Afghanistan to spy on the Taliban. Quick, harsh, but reflective how strange the world was in 2003, when it was published.

Long Overdue

Hall & Oates somehow just received their Hollywood Walk of Fame star last week. Which makes total sense. You know, an act that was in its prime 30 years ago just getting their recognition now.

Honestly, it’s staggering if you scroll through the list of entertainers who previously received stars and compare some of their careers to H&O’s. Maybe there was some conflict back in the act’s prime that prevented them from accepting a star; Hall can be notoriously prickly at times.

Despite the rather odd timing, I was pleased that they finally got their star, even if it is a pretty meaningless award for them in 2016. I don’t know that I ever stopped like Hall and Oates. Maybe I didn’t always publicize my love for their music, but neither did I skip their songs when they popped up. I will always listen to their greatest hits when they come up on Spotify, SiriusXM, or even terrestrial radio.

From an article about the guys getting their star, I was led to this genius piece from earlier this year. I agree with it 100%: Hall and Oates are not a guilty pleasure, and if you like music, you can’t not like Hall and Oates.

Unpopular Opinion: Hall and Oates Are the Ultimate Test of Whether You Have Any Taste

Last Summer Weekend

The last weekend of the summer is in the books. It was a busy and fun one.

It started super early, at least for C and I, as she had her first cross country meet of the year Saturday morning. I had to have her at the course by 6:30 am, which meant a 5:45 alarm for us. I was not super fond of the early wake time, but she did just fine. She was in as good of a mood as she’s ever been in first thing in the morning. I think she was looking forward to running.

That showed in her performance. She ran in the 3rd–6th grade group, and finished 16th overall out of 105 runners. She was the second-fastest fourth grader, and the fastest fourth grader from St. P’s.[1] More importantly, she cut 30 seconds off her best 3K time. That’s huge, especially when she’s only been going to practice sporadically because of kickball. Her kickball season ends this week, so who knows what she’ll be capable of once she’s running 2–3 times per week before races. She was pretty pleased with her performance, as was I.

After the meet, we grabbed the rest of the family and headed down to the lake. Our guests weren’t arriving until Sunday, so we had the afternoon to get the house and yard in order. It had been exactly a month since our last visit, so there was lots of work to do. The girls swam a little, and we took one trip around the lake with L in the tube, but overall it was a pretty relaxed day.

Sunday, our guests the Heberts and KC Belfords rolled in. There was a lot more tubing and swimming with the addition of five more kids to the mix. Lots of catching up, laughs, and good food and drinks for the grown ups. We had beautiful, if not quite ideal weather all weekend. We had a few cool nights late last week, which extended into the weekend, so the water temperature had already dropped a bit. It was right in the refreshing zone as long as the sun was out. When a cloud passed, it got a little chilly. Naturally, when everyone was packing up to head home on Monday, the temps shot back up into the 90s after five days in the 70s and 80s. Just in time for us to sweat like lunatics as we packed away the dock toys.

And thus wrapped up our 2016 lake season. It’s always crazy to me how quickly this part of the year goes. When Memorial Day rolls around, you’re hoping the water is warm enough so that everyone will want to get in and enjoy it. By late July, the big Friday night trips to the grocery store and the packing up on Saturday begins to get old. August is always a light lake month with school and fall sports beginning. And then suddenly it’s Labor Day weekend and you realize it’s the last chance to spend two days lounging in the water.

We’re going to try to do better about getting down for at least part of a weekend before the month is over. It’s tough with cross country meets every Saturday morning, and L having soccer every Sunday. And while it may be too cold to swim for hours if we make it down later this month, we can still take the boat for a spin or two. We just want to try to make sure our next trip isn’t the annual quick one to get the boat out of the water before the first freeze, or to just do yard work.

And now I guess it’s time to start drinking Oktoberfests.


  1. There was a St. P’s third grader two spots in front of her. That kid was moving!  ↩

Jerry And The Gang

We didn’t travel much when I was a kid. Summer vacations for me were just trips to my grandparents’ homes in central Kansas for anywhere from two to six weeks. So I was pretty much always home Labor Day weekend, with three days to kill before school started on the day after the holiday. Since my mom was generally working two jobs, she’d go in both on the Saturday of Labor Day weekend and on Labor Day itself. So I was stuck at home, with four channels of TV to entertain myself.

But actually three channels, since Labor Day weekend meant the Jerry Lewis telethon knocked out one station for most of the weekend. Sadly, that station was the one our TV, which was in our basement, picked up best. Despite my general lack of interest in any of the entertainers Jerry paraded out, I often found myself watching anyway. And, man, did I hate it. A bunch of has-beens and never-weres rolling out to banter with a cheesy comedian. Even if I recognized the good cause behind the whole thing, whatever entertainment value the show offered was lost on me.

I think my experience mirrors most of my generation’s. Even if you traveled on Labor Day weekend, or had cable years before I did, you still ran across the telethon at some point, and likely hated it as much as me. Maybe you went to see your grandparents and they loved Jerry, or hoped that Frank or Johnny or some other old favorite would pop in, and thus kept their TV tuned to the telethon for your entire visit.[1]

Like most old, kitschy things, though, today I can watch clips of the old telethons and at least chuckle. They hold no nostalgic value for me, but they do recall a time not terribly long ago when our popular culture was dramatically different than it is today.

So this AV Club collection of notable telethon clips was a good way to spend my morning.

The utter insanity that was The Jerry Lewis MDA Labor Day Telethon


  1. I had an aunt and uncle who often hosted a Labor Day gathering that did this. The TV would be cranked up in the family room, and if an especially appealing guest strolled onto the stage, all the adults scampered back in to watch.  ↩

Friday Playlist

The last weekend of the summer of 2016. Not all of these songs fit that theme, but most do.

“Not Gonna Kill You” – Angel Olsen. Olsen’s MY WOMAN just hit this morning. I’m not all the way through it yet, but based on what I’ve already heard, and the reviews, it’s a strong contender for album of the year.

“Pony Show” – Heidi Gluck. Gluck used to perform with Indianapolis’ Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s. Now she’s based in Kansas City. For those facts, alone, she makes the list. She also has a nice, early solo-career Jenny Lewis sound to her.

“This House Is Not For Sale” – Ryan Adams.

“When The Summer Ends” – Ryan Adams. Amazingly it’s been over two years since Adams released a full length album of all original material. When he dropped his Taylor Swift 1989 cover last fall, he teased that a new album based on what he was going through during his divorce was on the way. This week we finally got a release date for that album: November 4. Apparently he’s still paring down the 80 or so songs he recorded into a single disk. In the interim, one of his all-time classics, and a song about summer coming to a close.

“Cleopatra” – The Lumineers. I’m not a huge fan of The Lumineers, but I do enjoy this song. Most summers, there are a handful of songs we hear over-and-over on WTTS, the Bloomington station that is the soundtrack to our lake weekends. This summer, though, aside from Adele, there didn’t seem to be as many WTTS songs of summer. This one might be the closest one.

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