Month: October 2023 (Page 1 of 2)

Weekend Notes

What a weekend, filled with swings of mood and weather.


Kansas 38, Oklahoma 33. LET’S GOOOOOO!!!!!

One of the biggest wins in program history. That alone would make Saturday’s win over the #6 Sooners memorable. It just had so much of…everything, I guess, that no KU fan who watched it will ever forget it.

This feels like a game that could easily turn into a 5000 word account. So I’ll try to keep it brief(-ish) by just bullet-pointing how bizarre it was.

  • KU jumps out to a quick lead with a pick six on OU’s first possession. Apparently my cable feed was working on a 20 second delay because I saw four tweets about Mello Dotson putting KU up 7–0 before I saw the play. At first I thought it was a joke because my TV was lagging so much.
  • KU went up 14–0 and then were the victims of the worst personal foul penalty in the history of college football, Craig Young flagged for a late hit when he neither shoved nor tackled Drake Stoops, and Stoops head butted him TWICE after the play was over. KU fans were quick with “Dollar Signs” memes.
  • After Oklahoma scored and got the ball back, the game was stopped for an hour because of lightning. On a day when the temps were in the 30s. Midwest weather remains undefeated.
  • After the delay Oklahoma took approximately nine seconds to tie the game. Then KU fumbled the kickoff and OU immediately took the lead. I started having vibes of the 1991 Nebraska game when KU lead 17–0 after the first quarter and we were all losing our minds then we still managed to lose 59–23. Calvin fucking Jones.
  • Much maligned quarterback Jason Bean missed WIDE OPEN receivers in the end zone on two straight plays and KU settled for a field goal before halftime. You can’t miss opportunities like that and hope to beat OU.
  • KU forced a fumble and then Bean ran it in from 39 yards out on the next play. Only for him to short hop a ball to an uncovered receiver on the two-point attempt. KU was 0–3 on two point attempts for the day.
  • On third and goal early in the fourth quarter Bean scrambled and rather than diving into the end zone, slid, his knee touching just short of the goal line. Just a horrible, horrible mistake. KU Twitter was in full meltdown mode until we noticed the flag on the field. Fortunately Bean was bailed out by a personal foul on OU and Daniel Hishaw gave KU the lead on the next play.
  • On the ensuing kick, KU booted it short, OU fumbled, and the Jayhawks recovered. Hishaw went 20 yards on the first snap to extend the lead, literally high-stepping the last five yards. It was this game’s Monte Cozzens moment. Somewhere in the student section a kid who shares my name was nearly passing out like I did on that day in 1992. Only KU was called for holding. Three plays later came a badly missed field goal. Instead of being up 12, it was still just a five-point game, and OU seemed to have snatched back the momentum.
  • Literally seconds after Fox’s Jason Benetti said that Bean had avoided the mistakes that plagued him in big moments, he threw an interception deep in KU territory. It wasn’t entirely his fault – the ball went through a receiver’s hands – but it was a poor throw. OU took the lead a couple plays later.
  • On the next possession Bean threw a terrible ball for another pick. The game was over, as OU was inside the KU 40 with 2:52 left. I was literally throwing things and cussing. Luckily C and L were gone and S was upstairs getting ready for the party we were going to so I was the only witness.
  • Only in what may be the biggest upset of the day, the Jayhawks had all three timeouts. KANSAS FOOTBALL, which has been taking timeouts at all the wrong times for 15 years, had all three time outs late in a close game. Unbelievable. The defense got two-straight tackles for losses and held on third down. When OU lined up to go for it, a wide receiver – A WIDE RECEIVER – got called for a false start. OU punted.
  • KU had about 2:00 to go 80 yards.
  • After getting two first downs the Jayhawks faced a 4th and 6. Lawrence Arnold got open, hauled in a perfect strike from Bean, and raced 37 yards for the first down. Again, KANSAS FOOTBALL got 37 yards on a fourth down that meant the game against a Top 10 Oklahoma team. Wacky, wild shit.
  • One play later Devon Neal nearly fumbled behind the line but scampered in for the go-ahead score with 52 seconds remaining.
  • Dillon Gabriel had done this shit against Texas earlier in October. I doubt any KU fans were super confident he wouldn’t do it again. I feared the worst. Gabriel completed a 40 yard pass to get in range to take a shot at the end zone on the game’s final play. KU broke up the pass and mayhem ensued. Although even that play was a mess. Instead of knocking the ball down, Kwinton Lassiter tried to pick it off. Which he did out of bounds, but he also gave the OU receivers a shot at the ball. Never easy with this program.
  • Finally, the field was rushed and the goalposts came down.

Whew! What a fucking game. Not sure it was healthy for my heart but the result made it all worth it.

The first KU win over a Top 10 team since the 2008 Orange Bowl.
The first win over Oklahoma since 1997.
The first win at home over a Top 10 team since 1984.
Lance Leipold became the first KU coach to beat both Oklahoma and Texas since the 1930s. Granted, KU and Texas didn’t play for a long, long time. Still he did in three seasons what about 100 other KU coaches couldn’t do in nearly a century.

And the added bonus that the Fox crew was in town for their pregame show. Although no one really watches that, but, still. Urban Meyer said nice things about Kansas, Lawrence, and the program. I know most Americans find him to be of the highest character and his opinions to be unassailable, so you can’t put a dollar value on how much that helps KU going forward.

Oh, and KU will go to a bowl game in consecutive years for the second time in program history.

Pretty fucking cool way to spend four and a half hours of my Saturday.

So, where does this win rank all time?

It is certainly one of the three biggest wins of my life, right up there with winning the Orange Bowl in 2008 and beating Nebraska by 1000 points in 2007.

Honestly, if the team lays a big, fat turd in the last month of the season, much of the luster of this win gets wiped away. But grab two, three, even four more wins and this has a legitimate claim to the #1 spot on that list.

Rock Chalk, bitches.

KU Hoops


A seven-point loss at Illinois in an exhibition game. Illinois controlled most of the game on both ends. KU’s offense was pretty bad. I’ll chalk some of that up to not running anything super complex. But the absolute lack of outside shooting is a major concern because it confirms the biggest fear about this team.

You can’t overreact to an exhibition game, so I won’t. But my go-to complaint all year is going to be wasting a scholarship on a player who arrived with a domestic assault charge and was kicked off the team when he was charged with rape, instead of filling the clear hole that the team had. You can never, ever have too much shooting.

In super exciting news for all college hoops fans, there are now apparently more plays that can be reviewed. Which is awesome! We need to make games last longer because all action stops while the referees stare at a TV screen and try to decide if they want to overrule themselves or not. Based on the reviews in the KU game, referees still can’t figure out how to not spend three minutes reviewing a play that takes the announcers and TV audience no longer than five seconds to see a clear decision. Either go to limited coach’s challenges or just get rid of replay. It is literally the worst.

Did I mention that we beat Oklahoma in football?


Looks like the Colts are shitty again.

And I guess the Ravens are indeed the best team in the NFL for the moment. Or maybe the Bengals? But probably the Eagles. Sorry for the jinx last week, Chiefs fans.

Other Shit

Cathedral won their football sectional opener 42–2 Friday night. They will have a tougher game this week.

S and I went to dinner Friday with the families we hung out with most over spring break, the first time we had all been together since graduation party season. It was a gorgeous night and we were able to sit outside.

Meanwhile I wore a coat this morning when I took L to school.

The Cathedral boys lost in the state soccer final Saturday, 2–0 to the, now, three-time defending champs.

L’s team had a scrimmage Thursday night. She played about 19 minutes, all in the second half, against a varsity team. She didn’t do much. 0–3 from the field. A rebound and a turnover. Offense was pretty ragged. Not sure she was on the court very much with the girls she’ll play with when the real games start. They have another week of practice to get ready for that.

We went to S’s sister’s house Saturday for their annual Halloween party. It was very odd going without any of our kids. S spent a lot of time on Pinterest coming up with our contribution to the spread.

Friday Playlist

I didn’t blast much new-ish music this week, so today’s playlist will skew in a slightly different direction than normal.

“Collect” – Torres
It’s been a couple years since we had new Torres music. That album landed not one but two tracks on my Favorite Songs of the Year list, so the pressure is high for 2024. This is a super-promising first peak at her next album.

“be okay” – Yumi Zouma
Some heavy Nineties overtones in this, from the crunchy guitars to the processed background screaming. Also a pretty heavy chorus featuring the lines “To introduce me to your fucking family, and you still treated me so fucking badly.”

“Lord of Shelves” – Wurld Series
Hey, the World Series starts tonight. I’m sure these guys are pumped. Oh, wait. Like Yumi Zouma they are from New Zealand. They probably have no idea what’s going on in American baseball. Probably explains why they spell their name that way, too.

“Getting Bitter” – Teenage Halloween
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a happier song about a family member suffering from addiction.

“October” – The Helio Sequence
Like most of 2023, this has been a relatively mild, quiet October. It looks like we are about to have a few blustery days, with winter-like temps as we move into November. Weather that suits the mood of this track.

“Halloween” – Phoebe Bridgers
Likely the only song to ever reference a fan getting beat to death at a Dodgers game.

“Halloween” – Siouxsie and the Banshees
I’d like to pretend I’ve known about this kick ass track for decades, but I only discovered it two weeks ago when I was searching for songs to play the Friday before Halloween.

Reader’s Notebook, 10/26/23

Tales from the Torrid Zone – Alexander Frater
I mentioned in my last entry that I was taking on a rather long book that seemed like it might be a chore to get through. With that in mind, I decided that since it is divided into three parts, I would take a break after each section and squeeze in another book. This was my choice for break number one.

Frater was the son of a Presbyterian minister who was based in the Pacific. He was born in the then New Hebrides islands in 1937, which eventually became the country of Vanuatu. Frater spent his adult life as a travel writer, employed by various British newspapers, magazines, and even the BBC.

This work is built on his explorations of the tropics, mostly in the Pacific. However, it isn’t a collection of the articles he published about those trips. Rather it is a new work that pulls together anecdotes those previous pieces were based on. Because of that, it lacked either a central thread that tied everything together, or hard breaks between each story that made them clearly distinct. It was one of the least rewarding travel books I’ve read, which was a big disappointment. His personality never really shined through, and I found his observations to be far less interesting than in other Pacific travelogues I’ve read. I bet if I had read Frater’s magazine work that was focused on a specific area, I would have enjoyed them a lot more.

Pro Sports Notes

Time for a few thoughts about the exciting world of professional sports.

MLB Playoffs

I have continued to watch the playoffs most nights. Maybe not as closely as I did a few years back, but I’ve had them on which is a big step for me. Since I’ve been checked out on baseball for the past two seasons, that has turned me into one of those viewers who is amazed by seeing players for the first time in October and probably infuriates people who give the game attention all season.

Thus I’ve been infatuated with Texas Ranger Adolis Garcia. That dude’s performance in the ALCS was legitimately legendary. I don’t have any great love the the Rangers – I’ve always found them to be kind of anonymous and generic – but since it is fun to hate on the Astros, I was all-in on the Rangers winning the battle of Texas. That made Garcia’s performance, especially in the final three games of the series, even more enthralling. Nothing like getting an entire city to hate you then just destroying their hopes in the biggest moments of the year.

The Rangers-Astros series was great not just because it went seven games and had many moments of terrific drama. It was also great because of the in-state rivalry angle. Especially in 2023, when it is much easier to get tickets as a fan of the road team. The large number Rangers fans in Houston and Astros fans in Arlington gave each game a little extra juice that made them even more interesting to watch.

That got me thinking about how the nature of crowds has changed so much in recent years. It’s an on-going joke in NFL discussions that the LA Chargers play 17 road games, since they have a tiny fanbase in LA and their fancy new stadium is often filled with many more visiting fans. The Rams have a larger home fanbase but still play in front of an audience that has a healthy portion of out-of-towners, witness the amazing games against San Francisco in recent years that seemed like college bowl games instead of NFL games. Same for the Raiders since they moved to Las Vegas.

You can watch about any NFL game these days, and there will be a lot of people in the crowd cheering for the visitors, making enough noise to be noticeable on TV.

Tickets cost a ton. Parking is like buying an extra seat inside the stadium. NFL stadiums are filled with drunk, angry people. The in-stadium experience pales in comparison to watching a game at home. And going to the stadium requires an investment of at least five hours. Throw in a lot of tickets being snatched up by businesses and handed out to folks who aren’t diehards for the local team, and the makeup of crowds is just different these days. Where Arrowhead was once 79,500 Chiefs fans and a few hundred visiting fans scattered around, now the colors of the other team stick out of the sea of red.

Another thing that has blown me away about watching baseball again is the realization that we have moved into the fourth generation of postseason records. The first generation was in the pre-division days, when everything was accomplished in the World Series. Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Micky Mantle, etc all racked their numbers up in seven-game series. The second generation was from 1969 until the first Wild Card teams were added, which added the LCS. These were ruled by Joe Morgan, George Brett, etc. The third generation, when the first Wild Card teams were added, dudes like Manny Ramirez and Bernie Williams broke all the records set in the previous age thanks to the extra round of divisional play.

Finally, the current, fourth age brings in multiple Wild Card teams and the extra games associated with that expansion. It makes sense that Jose Altuve either holds or will soon nearly every postseason hitting record. Dude has been mashing in multiple series every year for nearly a decade, including four World Series appearances.

What blew me away, though, was learning that Kyle Schwarber now holds the record for most postseason homers by a left-handed batter. Kyle Schwarber?!?! I know he’s good, but it seemed crazy that he would own that record. The homers do add up pretty quick when you hit five, six, and five (and counting) homers in individual postseasons.

What was even more amazing was who held the record until last weekend: Reggie Jackson! If Kyle Schwarber breaks a record set in the Seventies and Eighties, it sure seems like someone else would have done so sooner. Surely there was a lefty in the Yankees Nineties dynasty who would have approached it. Or David Ortiz. Or Barry Bonds. But Big Papi ended his career with 17, matching Jim Thome one spot behind Mr. October’s record. Schwarber’s teammate Bryce Harper is at 16, so by the end of the month Reggie could, possibly, be in third place. Crazy.

I always hated Reggie, but I was equally fascinated by him. Props for setting a record that held up for 40-ish years.


I told you the NFL was crazy. The Niners have now lost two in a row after staking their claim as best team in the league. The Bills might be trash. Can you trust the Dolphins, Lions, or Jags?

That leaves the Chiefs, winners of six-straight, and the Ravens, who destroyed Detroit last week, as the teams of the moment. The Chiefs are incapable of losing to the Broncos, so I think they’re safe for a week. The Ravens go to Arizona this week, and it was the Cardinals who exposed the Cowboys a month ago, so you never know.

I’ll just repeat what I said last week: I’m glad I don’t gamble on the NFL, because I don’t understand how you make any sense of it.


I discovered over the summer that I’ve joined a particular demographic: middle aged white men who listen to tons of NBA podcasts but don’t watch many NBA games until the playoffs. I found out that’s a thing when the hosts of two non-hoops podcasts I listen to mentioned they fell into that category, and know lots of people like them. OK, then.

It is true, over the past year I’ve added a bunch of NBA pods into my regular rotation. I’ve been trying to figure out why this sub-group of like-minded people exists. I think it’s because you can talk about the NBA in a similar way to baseball, but analytics aren’t as prevalent (yet), so these conversations are based on people rather than numbers and remain accessible even to casual fans. Plus the NBA is a lot more fun than baseball, at least in the way it embraces drama and tension. The NBA embraces when there is beef while baseball goes totally off the rails when there is any controversy. Witness the whole Braves-Phillies stupidity earlier this month. And a single trade/free agent signing has a much bigger impact on an NBA team than an MLB one.

Anyway, the NBA begins tonight and I can’t wait to watch Victor Wembanyama play. His highlights from the preseason don’t seem like they could have been done by a human. If he can stay healthy, he is legit going to change the NBA.

Of greater interest to me is that the Pacers have the potential to be one of the most fun teams to watch. They will run like crazy. Tyrese Haliburton may lead the league in assists, and will do so with flair. Obi Toppin is a walking, talking Alley Oop. All the other parts are fast and young, and there is plenty of shooting to go around.

Now the defense is probably still going to be suspect again this year. But I’d much rather watch a mediocre team that scores the shit out of the ball than the one the Pacers ran out a few years back that struggled to score in the 90s.

A lot of NBA talking heads have fallen in love with the Pacers. Not as title contenders, let’s not be silly. But as a team that, health permitting, can easily win 45-ish games and sneak into the upper six of the Eastern Conference.

I feel like that might be a little over-optimistic, based on the one preseason game I watched. They are certainly capable of dropping 120+ points a night, but it puts a lot of stress on the team to have to do that because they can’t avoid giving up 115.

The Pacers have also had horrible injury luck in recent years. There’s no reason to expect that to suddenly end, and all it will take is Haliburton or Myles Turner or another starter missing 10–15 games to sink the season.

It is opening week, though, and time to push those concerns aside for the moment. I’m excited to watch what should be a highly entertaining team that has a great chance to make the postseason for the first time since 2020, maybe even winning a game for the first time since 2018.

Weekend Notes

It was a pretty good fall break/long weekend around our house. It included another trip to Cincinnati, a new family toy, and a variety of news on the high school sports front. Let’s dive into the details.

CHS Fall Break

C and L were off Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday for their fall break. L had basketball practice all three days and the weather was crappy, so we didn’t do much. Our pool guy was supposed to show up Thursday to close it for us, but it rained so much he didn’t make it. He’ll now be here Tuesday.

Aficionados of my fall break posts will not be surprised that we went up the block to Walgreens and got flu shots on Thursday, which is a bit of a tradition. The girls also ran around with their friends a little bit. L got to go the final Pacers preseason game of the year Friday, sitting in the front row behind the basket. She got pictures with Cavaliers Caris Levert and Donovan Mitchell after the game, which was pretty cool. One of her friends accidentally dumped a bottle of water on Levert when he slid into them during the game.

UC Family Weekend

We drove down to Cincinnati Saturday morning for Family Weekend. The Bearcats were taking on Baylor, but I doubted the girls would be interested in an entire game between two bad teams so we opted to let M do her greek life tailgating thing and picked her up right after kickoff.[1]

We headed to the Findlay Market area and ate some pretty solid barbecue. While we were eating I could see L whispering to her sisters and they were all laughing. When I asked what was so funny, so said, “This is way better than Oklahoma Joe’s.”


I mean, it was good barbecue, I won’t lie. But if she wasn’t just messing with me I may have to disown her.

While eating we ran into some Indy friends who sent kids to both St P’s and CHS. I’ve sat with the dad at multiple football games this year. Their oldest daughter is a senior at Xavier and it was her sorority’s parents weekend. Small world.

We went downtown to check into our hotel then walked down to the riverfront and visited the Underground Railroad Museum. It was fascinating. They suckered us into getting a membership since that is cheaper than five individual day passes. That’s cool because I definitely want to go back and spend more time there. Not going to name names,[2] but some folks in my family tend to breeze through museums where I like to take them in slowly and get into the details.

Back to the hotel for some down time. I watched football while all three girls took naps. Then we headed back to the dorm so M could change and grab her high school bud who was joining us for dinner. A’s parents couldn’t make it for the weekend so we made her an honorary B girl for the night. We went to Sacred Beast in the Over-The-Rhine district. It was quirky and good. And we sat in a booth next to another group of folks we know from St P’s and CHS. Twice in one day! So odd.

We dropped M, her friend, and C back at the dorm and returned to the hotel for the night. C was going to spend the night with M since her roommate was gone and get a taste of college life. Seems like that went ok, although C’s back was bothering her and M dropped C off after a couple parties, locked her in the room, and went back out. This might be the moment to point out that despite being sick for 87 consecutive weeks, M apparently doesn’t miss a chance to go out.

Sunday morning we got the girls then headed back downtown for breakfast at the tremendous Maplewood Kitchen. One of the best breakfasts I’ve ever had. And we got there just before the rush hit and were able to get a table without too long of a wait. By the time we left the line was out the door.

After eating it was back to campus so M could show us around. We got to see her sorority house and meet her pledge mom, J, who is awesome. M had told us a lot about her but meeting her made it all click. They are VERY similar, but in a good way where it works. We made a stop at a bookstore so both C and L could get some UC gear, ran into Target to get M a few things, then headed home. We were back in our house in time to see the second half of the Colts game.

Cincinnati is cool. I’ve been to one Reds game in my 20 years in Indy, and that was a quick in-and-out for a day game. I forget where but I had heard plenty over the years about the geography of the city, but until you see it, it doesn’t really make sense. It is a river town, like Kansas City and St. Louis, so all the roads are kind of fucked up based on that alone. Then it is built into some serious bluffs that rise straight up out of the Ohio. Parts of it look kind of California-like just because of the rapid increase in elevation. It is definitely more St. Louis than KC, as it feels a lot older than my hometown. Even then Cincy has a very distinct feel from the Lou. I imagine I’ll get to know the city even better over the next few years.

New Toy

We made the trip in S’s new vehicle, a Kia Telluride. It is very, very nice. Her lease doesn’t end on her Grand Cherokee for a few weeks, so we kept the Telluride in the garage for the first few days we owned it. She got it early specifically for this trip, so M could bring a friend (or two) if needed since we again have a seven-passenger vehicle. I drove the entire weekend and loved it. Between having a kid in college and another joining her in less than two years, when my Audi lease is up I’m going to have to do some serious financial downsizing. I dig the Telluride enough that a smaller Kia SUV will likely be in the running.

High School Hoops

I mentioned above that L had basketball practice last week. To answer the obvious question, yes, she seems to have recovered from her concussion.

Monday was the first official day of practice in Indiana, and she was cleared to return that day after taking a week off. Her coach did keep her out of scrimmages, though, just to avoid contact for a little longer. L said that made practice boring but I reminded her she didn’t need to get hurt again and then miss weeks of the season.

Wednesday was roster day, when the girls learned what team they would be on. We kind of knew what to expect, but it was still a little nerve-racking to drop her off, run to the grocery store to grab a couple things, then wait for her to come out.

Options were freshman, JV, varsity, freshman-JV double roster, or the JV-varsity double.

Each player had a one-on-one with the coach where they learned their fate. She texted me about 45 minutes in asking if I was there. I said yes, but she didn’t come out for another 20 minutes, which concerned me. But when she came out she was with a few older girls who I knew would make varsity, and they were all laughing.

She got in the car, I asked how it went, and she just said, “Fine.”

“Well…what did you get?!?!” Jesus, this kid.

She made the JV team, one of only three freshmen to make it. When I asked her what the coach said to her she said that L had done a great job in preseason camp, was already a leader in the program, and she expected that she would get some varsity minutes this year. So not double-rostered but the window is open to play up. My expectation/assumption is that she will be the starting point guard for JV. The head coach had the girl who will start as PG for varsity guard the hell out of L all preseason to get her toughened up for high school ball.

Pretty cool! I was pumped and told her I was proud of her. She kind of blew me off, because this is what she expected, but I think she was pleased on the inside.

Thursday night she had four of her friends over, all of whom made varsity. She knows how to get in good with the older girls.

The first game is November 7. Practice goes up to 2.5 hours this week, plus they have JV and varsity scrimmages against another school Wednesday.

Other CHS Sports

The football state tournament began last week. Class 6A gets a week off before their tournament begins, so no game for CHS. The Irish open sectionals against an 0–9 team this Friday.

CHS had three other teams playing Saturday, two of which could affect how quickly L gets to at least sit the bench in a varsity game.

The girls soccer team was playing in semi-state, a week after knocking off the #1 team in Indiana. Two varsity basketball starters are on the soccer team, and if they won and made it to State, those girls would not be eligible for the first two basketball games of the year.[3] The volleyball team was playing in the regional round, and if they advanced to semi-state next week that would knock another varsity basketball starter out for two games.

Unfortunately – except for basketball, I guess – both teams lost. Soccer lost 1–0 to the #11 team (CHS was ranked #6), and #4 volleyball lost in five sets to the #6 team (they would have played #5 Saturday night if they won the morning match). So bummers there.

Boys soccer balanced that a bit, getting a 2–1 win to advance to State. But our girls don’t really know any of those kids so would have much rather one of the girls teams won.


LOL. That was an insane game, and I missed the entire first half which was apparently totally off the rails. If I was fully invested I would be pissed about the second pass interference call on the Browns’ final drive of the game. I wonder what that Twitter user I mentioned last week, who likes re-tread white quarterbacks more than first round draft picks who happen to be Black, thought of Gardner Minshew turning the ball over four more times this week.

  1. (Speaking in a Troy Aikman voice) Folks, I gotta tell ya, the Bearcats might really stink. They may well be 2–9 when the Jayhawks roll into town Thanksgiving weekend. Which means I probably just jinxed KU into an L. Idiot.  ↩
  2. My wife.  ↩
  3. In Indiana you have to participate in ten practices before you can play in a high school game. Even if you are coming from another varsity sport, which is super dumb to me. Those kids are in shape.  ↩

Friday Playlist

Man, the weeks are really adding up. One more playlist before we slip into the final two months of the calendar year. It always seems like it will take forever to get here in January and February, then it is suddenly late October and both holiday music and my Favorite Songs of the Year playlist are right around the corner.

“Come on Heartache” – The Menzingers
Not quite “Country or Not”, but an interesting twangy twist added to the standard Menzingers sound on this track.

“The Memento” – Pure Bathing Culture
I’m not sure they will ever match 2015’s “Pray for Rain,” but this isn’t a bad song at all.

“In-Between” – TV Star
This week’s modern shoegaze track. It has a healthy dose of jangle pop and even a little Chili Peppers to it.

“You Played Me” – DJ Shadow
DJ Shadow’s songs, or at least the ones I like, have been all over the map on the style tip. This takes his music in a bold, new-yet-retro direction. The backing music is based on some tapes he bought on eBay that featured recordings made off a Baltimore radio station that played a mix of dance, R&B, and hip-hop in the late Eighties. I most definitely dig.

“Animal” – Pearl Jam
This week’s music anniversary is the 30th birthday for the best PJ album, Vs., the only album I ever stood in line to buy at midnight. I listened to it yesterday. It remains amazing. And this might be the most badass song in the entire Pearl Jam catalog. Bonus points for being used in The Bear, of course.

“The Cincinnati Tilt” – Rickshaw Billie’s Burger Patrol
Discovery Weekly kind of stunk this week. I found it very interesting, though, that it threw this four-year-old song at me when I was in the Queen City a week ago and am going back this weekend. Apparently Spotify is always listening, too. Oh, and M doesn’t need to know anything about the “Cincinnati Tilt” any time soon.

“Halloweenhead” – Ryan Adams
It’s getting to be that time of year, my little ghosts and goblins.

“Dramamine” – Middle Kids
I have my first entry on my New Music list for 2024. MK’s new album is slated for a February 16 release. Three-for-three on good singles so far. I always enjoy it when Hannah Joy dances.

A Return to Stuckeyville

It’s weird how random things can trigger memories and send you down a path that brings a surprise ending.

Last week I was watching TV and saw a commercial for the new Goosebumps series, which features actor Justin Long. I chuckled, thinking back to the time I first encountered Long on the small screen, as Warren P. Cheswick on the NBC show Ed, the “dramedy” about the bowling alley lawyer. Well, the lawyer who owned a bowling alley. They were two separate things. Some of ya’ll know that was one of my favorite shows ever, and I’ve long mourned that due to various licensing issues it had disappeared, never turning up on either DVD (when that was a thing) or a streaming service. I used to follow the drive to get the show released again, but gave up hope long ago.

After seeing that commercial I started reading up on the actors from Ed and digging around to see if it had ever popped up on one of those random channels buried deep in the cable lineup.

Suddenly I was struck by a thought and went to YouTube, where I typed in a search for Ed. Sure enough, some of the episodes seemed to be available! I had never thought of looking for it on YouTube, which kind of makes me an idiot. In my defense, the shows I found have only been available for three years, which was long after I had concluded the show was lost forever.

I was very happy. Hell, as I said in last Friday’s playlist, my heart was full. Twenty-ish years of searching had come to an end and I would finally be able to watch Ed again!

Over the past week I knocked out all 22 episodes of season one, which aired during the 2000-01 TV season. Was the wait worth it, or was finally seeing the show again a letdown?

As you would expect, while there were plenty of small moments that came back to me immediately, for the most part it was like watching a brand-new show. It’s been 23 years, for crying out loud!

It still holds up pretty well, although perhaps not as good as upon my original viewing. I think a lot of that is simply because when it first aired, I was in the exact same phase of life as the main characters, and it was maybe easier to buy into every aspect of the storylines. Looking back as a middle aged man, the life and times of 30-somethings doesn’t resonate the same way. It also seems like Ed’s take on comedy was unique at that time, where there is a whole swath of shows that landed in the same general neighborhood of humor that have aired in the years since.1

I believe a criticism at the time Ed aired was that it was sometimes too cute for its own good and too self-satisfied in its cuteness. I was aware of that back in the day, and it was obvious upon the re-watch. It didn’t bother me at all, but I understand the knock.

I think this is a good point to mention the David Letterman influence on Ed. Show creators Jon Beckerman and Rob Burnett both came from The Late Show. David himself received an executive producer credit and, according to an article I found last week, he would pop up on set occasionally and make some script suggestions. There are numerous wacky little moments that I was sure were Dave’s work. Even when he didn’t directly touch a script, you feel his comedic POV baked deep into them.

Obviously it was kind of wild to see the clothes the actors wore. Everything was sooooo 2000. The men’s clothes, especially the suits, were a little baggy. I’m pretty sure my casual wardrobe at the time was quite similar to Ed Stevens’. And the women? Seeing what the ladies of Ed wore took me back to every happy hour and party of that era.

One of the big reasons the show disappeared after TBS ran re-runs for a few years was because it used so much music by real musicians. Foo Fighters, Marshall Crenshaw, the Dandy Warhols, and Toto, to name a few. As the landscape shifted and shows began getting released on DVDs and eventually showing up on streaming services, the rights for all those songs had not been secured for anything but airing the show on traditional TV. Between the number of songs used and the lack of wide popularity of the show, there was no great push to do all the paperwork required to clear all that music.

That is notable because of how one of the YouTube channels I found Ed on presented the show. When a song was featured as more than background music, they somehow filtered out all the audio except for the dialogue. It suddenly felt like I was swimming as the bulk of the audio came through super muffled, then when an actor spoke it was like they were far, far away and their voices barely could barely make it to me. It was an odd sensation.

I think that’s purely because of YouTube rules. About 10 years ago Rob Burnett spoke about the show’s status and said that music licensing rules had changed and that was no longer the holdup to releasing DVDs. Instead it was because two different studios shared the production rights to Ed, and it was again unlikely they would put in the time and money to give the show a second life. Who knows, maybe that will change and properly mastered versions will appear on a streamer someday.

Which would be cool, because the YouTube versions stink. They are all transfers from VHS tapes, so they look and sound terrible. Sometimes there were errors because of issues with the quality of the tape that made me laugh. Kids today don’t know how volatile VHS tapes were! Here are a couple screenshots to both show the overall quality of the videos and one of the errors that popped up.

The main channel I watched did not have episodes 20 or 21 uploaded, so I had to look for another option. The poster who submitted those episodes did not cancel out the songs, which gave me a little auditory whiplash.

Both channels I found taped the shows off of the San Diego NBC station, which is a little random. On a few episodes they left in promos for other NBC shows, or Ed-specific promos. I tried to go to the website listed for a contest to bowl with the cast of Ed – – but sadly the website doesn’t appear to be functional any longer. Surely I signed up for that back in 2001.

I was wondering if this was one of the first hyper-caffeinated shows on TV that featured spitfire-rapid dialogue. That became the norm in the 2000s, but still seemed new at the time. Ed and his pals were always drinking coffee, hanging in a coffee shop, etc. while having these crazy-fast conversations. The characters on Friends hung out in a coffee shop, too, but that crew seemed a lot more chill than the Ed cast. Perhaps a clue came late in the season when Carol Vessey brings Ed a coffee and ensures him there are five sugars in it. Holy shit!

Now we get to the nut of the show: The Ed & Carol “Will they or won’t they” story. Julie Bowen is a national treasure and most folks know her way better from her years as Claire Dunphy on Modern Family than anything else she’s appeared in. She’s probably right below Julia Louis-Dreyfus if you talk about comedic actresses who have had the best and longest careers. But Julia is one of the greatest comedic actors, male or female, in the history of TV, so being #2 isn’t a bad spot.

That said, I forgot how devastatingly hot 30-year-old Julie Bowen was. I mean, Good Lord! I laughed at myself because my impression from 23 years ago very much held up. She was hot enough to challenge the paradigms I lived my life by. When the also very attractive Rena Sofer arrived as district attorney Bonnie Hane, who Ed dated briefly, both now and in 2000 I would have picked Vessey over her, and I’ve almost always been a brunetttes-over-blondes guy.

I feel obligated to point out that Bowen is a fantastic actress as well. She’s enthralling to watch not just because she is beautiful but also because she does such a fine job of using her physicality and her facial gestures to enhance the words her character speaks. I should also point out that I was on Team Bowen way back when she appeared as Roxanne Please on ER. Someone, somewhere still has my emails to prove it.

As much a I loved Ed back in the day, I did not start watching it until a few episodes into season one. I don’t think I ever saw the pilot, even in reruns. The YouTube channel had a copy of the original, un-aired pilot, which featured several actors that were re-cast between when it was shot and NBC picked the show up. It was very weird to see Donal Logue playing Phil Stubbs instead of Michael Ian Black. Those scenes were all reshot with Black and the other replacement actors for the episode that NBC actually aired.

Speaking of Black, there were several other guests who cycled into the show who would go on to become famous appearing on the same VH1 shows that he did. It was extra funny that there is a late-season storyline about Stubbs trying to get onto a VH1 prank show.

The primary actors were all quite good. I think it was the secondary actors that made the show really shine, though. And you certainly felt the Letterman influence in them. They were all a bunch of oddballs, although certainly entertaining and harmless oddballs. Long was listed as a member of the main cast, but I feel like he was a connecting point between them and the oddballs. His bumbling, stumbling, overwhelmed by nerves high school junior was brilliant.

So my quest to find Ed is finally over. I would call it a satisfying resolution. There were certainly some flaws to the show, but overall, it held up pretty well and I was very glad to find it. Given the dates on these uploads, they may have popped up during the Covid lockdown. That would have been a good time to re-watch them.

There were 83 total episodes. I don’t know if all of those are on YouTube, but I’m going to dive into season two soon, just in case someone decides to pull them all down and bury the show once again.

1. Scrubs, Parks and Recreation, Community, The Good Place all, in some way, have stylistic/thematic connections to Ed.

Weekend Notes

Another very good weekend that was focused on travel, football, and friends.

For the second time in three weeks I left Indianapolis to attend a Big 12 football game. This trip was to Cincinnati to watch M’s Bearcats take on Iowa State. Making the trip even better, I would be hanging with my buddy, Super Clone Fan #1 Sean, and we would get to spend some time before the game with our old pal O-Dog.

I drove down Friday evening, just ahead of the storms that were blowing through and wiping our very late summer warmup away. While I drove L was at the Center Grove – Cathedral game getting soaked. CG generally pounded the Irish, or at least until CHS scored two touchdowns in about a minute to turn a 21-point deficit into a seven-point gap very late in the game. They could not corral a second-straight onside kick, though, and ended the regular season with their third loss, 45–38. This is a bye week for 6A teams in Indiana, so CHS will begin the state playoffs in a week against 0–9 North Central.

I was fortunate to be invited to stay with Sean at his sister’s home. We hung out and had a few beers after my arrival, something we regretted a little the next day. The beer part, not the catching up.

The Iowa State-UC game was at noon, thus we were up pretty early to head to campus for tailgating. His sister works right across the street from campus and her employer has a private parking lot. She graciously gave us her pass so we could park very close for free in an almost completely empty garage. I think actual parking on campus for games is a true nightmare so this was a huge bonus to our day.

We strolled over and grabbed a spot on the edge of the main tailgating area to meet up with O-Dog. I hadn’t seen him in 16 years, give or take. Many of my readers know O-Dog and probably haven’t seen him in longer. I’m happy to report he’s exactly the same dude. It was like he picked up our conversation right where he left off the last time we saw each other. We fought a dicey cell connection to FaceTime with the central point in our respective friendships, John N back in KC.

We hung with O-Dog awhile, ran up to where his family was tailgating to say hello, and then hooked up with M. I had been checking her location all morning and it seemed like she was hopping from fraternity house to fraternity house. She finally found us right before the game and we headed in. It had been gray, dreary, and cool all morning but just as we got to our seats, the clouds disappeared to reveal a gorgeous blue sky and bright sun. We all muttered that we shouldn’t have brought our jackets (Foreshadowing!).

Sean got our seats from Iowa State so we were around plenty of other Clones fans, tucked into the corner near one endzone, 13 rows behind the ISU bench. This became more significant later.

That sunshine lasted about 10 minutes until thick, low clouds rolled in. Right before halftime it began sprinkling. Then misting more steadily. Most of the fans departed for cover under the upper deck at half. M and I walked around to find food and it was hard to move. The second half was filled with intermittent light showers, never heavy enough to soak you but still wet enough to make everyone kind of miserable. M took off in the fourth quarter. Her roommate had run a half marathon that morning and she wanted to find and congratulate her. I think she also wanted to get out of the rain. Sean, being the good Clone fan he is, wanted to hang around and see every minute of ISU’s impressive win, which I totally understood. By late in the fourth quarter the stadium was basically empty except for every ISU fan who had crammed into our area. I was glad no one tried to high five me. My Bearcats sweatshirt was a pretty similar color to a lot of the Clones fans gear.

As for the game, it wasn’t the most exciting contest I’ve ever been to. UC was a five-point favorite coming in. They missed an easy touchdown on their first possession and never recovered. Like every time I’ve watched them this year, their offense struggled to put positive plays together. In fact, their offense really seems to have regressed since Big 12 play started. And their defense, which was supposed to be a strength, fell apart as the Cyclones had more time to adjust their attack. Iowa State won 30–10 and it felt like a bigger beatdown than that. ISU seemed like a mess about a month ago but they look like they’ve figured some stuff out. I had them chalked up as a win for the Jayhawks but that is now in big-time doubt. Although UC might be so bad it’s hard to make any inferences based on Saturday. There was a lot of booing by the Bearcat faithful as the offense looked progressively more inept over the day.

After the game Sean and I walked around campus a bit, stopped at M’s dorm to say hello again, then headed to the main drag right off campus. We ended up ducking into Buffalo Wild Wings to get a bite and watch some other football, including the KU game. I’m glad I didn’t get to see that entire game, because I think I would still be upset about it. I did see three KU touchdowns. But I also saw a blocked PAT, a failed two-point conversion, and dropped interception that would have been a sure-thing pick six. All important since they lost to Oklahoma State by seven. And now KU fans are back to wondering where win number six is. I hate football. And sports. Again, glad I didn’t see the entire game otherwise I would be really mad about the result.

But, again, I guess that’s progress, right?

While we were in B-Dubs, this super drunk UC student came up to our table and pointed to one of our chairs. Thinking he was just asking to borrow it, Sean nodded. Instead the kid sat down right next to me and stared at the TV with the Oregon-Washington game on it.

“You guys watching football?” he asked, with slurred words.

Sure, we were watching football.

“You watching the Washington game?”

“Kind of,” I responded. “But I’m paying more attention to the Kansas game.”

“KANSAS GAME? WHY ARE YOU WATCHING THAT?” he said, as he looked at my UC shirt.

“That’s where I went to school.”

“You went to Kansas?” he asked, not in disgust but as if he had never realized someone could go to school at KU.

“Yep, I’m from there.”

“You’re from there?” Again, like he didn’t realize people lived in Kansas.


“Well, I hate to tell you this, but the Bearcats are going to beat Kansas.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, I guarantee it.”

“Well, from what I saw today, I’m don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“I guarantee it. I’ll bet you anything.”

“The Bearcats were terrible today. You know Iowa State isn’t even that good,” I looked at Sean and grinned as he protested, “and they pounded UC”

“I’ll bet you anything they beat Kansas though!”

We stared at each other for a minute, then I turned back to my game and Sean. After a few more awkward moments the kid shook our hands, wished us well, and went back to his friends two tables away. I hope he felt ok Sunday morning.

I headed back to Indy that evening. When you drive at night it’s only about 1:45 city-to-city, which is nice. I made it home in time to see a decent chunk of Notre Dame’s beat down of USC. I called the Irish frauds last week. I should apologize because USC are clearly the bigger frauds. I guess Lincoln Riley just doesn’t care about defense, figuring they can out-score everyone, even with their sloppy ass offense that sure seems to get in its own way a lot. I enjoyed the Twitter poster who called USC an “unserious team.”

Sunday was another dreary day. I watched some football but never really committed myself to any games. The Colts were entirely too sloppy to deserve my full attention. I saw someone on Twitter respond to the Indy Star Colts writer this week that they were happy Gardner Minshew was starting over the injured Anthony Richardson because Minshew “isn’t selfish.” I’m not sure what a rookie quarterback, who by all accounts is a great kid willing to listen and learn, and just runs the plays that are called, did to deserve being called selfish. Then I looked at this person’s Twitter bio. They do not like our current president, or vaccines, or masks. They do like our former president who faces multiple indictments and they really like guns. I wondered if their quarterback preference was based on some other factor than whether a player is selfish or now. Anyway, I was secretly glad that Minshew had a terrible day – four turnovers – and that Richardson signed autographs with his non-dominant hand for half an hour before the game. Although I guess sharing the ball with Jacksonville does prove that Minshew is not selfish.

S and I took a walk after the Colts game, and L came along with us. She’s officially cleared to start basketball again today, which is good since it is the first day of the winter sports practice calendar in Indiana. Her coach is still going to hold her out of scrimmaging but she’ll be back on the court for the first time in over a week. Wednesday we find out what team(s) she will be on.

We also started breaking down and storing the pool furniture. I kept the pool open longer than I ever have, since I figured I would keep swimming as long as I could. But it’s been so cool the last two weeks that I should have had it closed when we normally do. My last swim was 12 days ago. The crew will be here on Thursday to shut it down for us.

This is a short week at CHS, with fall break beginning Wednesday. We will head back to Cincinnati Saturday for family weekend. We won’t go to the football game but are spending the night downtown. This will be our first chance to explore the city.

Friday Playlist

“Stuck” – Soft Science
There’s been an influx of modern shoegaze in my playlists lately, and I am not complaining about it.

“Your Day” – Pastel
A buddy of mine who is super into all things Manchester described this as sounding like Liam Gallagher and Johnny Marr made a record together. I’m down with that.

“Up and Comer” – Sprints
Insert GIF of Beavis and Butthead banging their heads and screaming “YES! YES!”

“Western Cum” – Cory Hanson
I know. I know. Believe me, I know. Hanson named an entire album Western Cum then had the nerve to hold the title track off to share as a bonus album later. Yes, it’s a fucking terrible title. But his music? It’s a crazy combination of humongous, classic rock riffs and solos with very early 1970s vocals along with some of the most absurd lyrics I’ve ever heard. The entire album is a trip. I’m not sure if it would work without all the mega-cool guitar work that carries most of the tracks. I’m laughing imagining if this song had appeared 40 years ago, cracked American Top 40, and poor Casey Kasem had to say its title.

“She’s On My Mind” – Romy
“She’s on my mind, but I wish she was under me.” Oh hell yes.

“Next Year” – Foo Fighters
You know that feeling of satisfaction and relief when you’ve scratched an itch – literal or metaphorical – that has been driving you crazy for ages and ages? Well, my friends, my heart has been very full this week as I have indeed been scratching an extremely long-term itch. I’ll write a lot of words about it in the next week or so. For my more observant readers this song should serve as a hint as to what that reveal will contain.

“The Sound of Settling” – Death Cab for Cutie
Last week was the 20th anniversary of the release of Death Cab’s mainstream breakthrough album Transatlanticism. That was a big album in my life, although I think it was probably nearly a year after its release before I got into it. It, along with Arcade Fire’s Funeral, were key transitional albums for me in several ways. First, they opened my ears to the indie rock world. I had dabbled in that genre for a few years, but it was really in 2003-04 when my listening tastes shifted hard in that direction. They were also two of the first albums that I first discovered via singles posted on the MP3 blogs that were so popular at the time. Finally, they were two of the first albums I purchased from the iTunes Music Store. $9.99, bitches. Those files, or at least most of them, are still on the hard drive plugged into the Mac Mini in our basement.

Anyway, this is one of my favorite songs off of a terrific album. Bop-ba, bop-baaaaaaaa.

“Six Years And All We Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt?”

Obviously I’m reaching a bit with my subject line. For it to work you have to imagine it is one of the geniuses at the NCAA asking the question when they realize that after six years of investigation and invective and irritation the biggest outcome of their inquiry into the Kansas basketball program is that the second half of the Jayhawks’ 2018 season, when Silvio de Sousa played, gets wiped from the record books. NCAA officials will soon arrive at homes of KU fans to confiscate our 2018 Final Four t-shirts, because Malik Newman never dropped 32 on Duke in the Elite Eight.[1]

All things considered, I’m fine removing a Final Four banner in exchange for closing this chapter and moving on. Pretty much everything about this case went KU’s way. Well, other than taking six years and wrecking multiple recruiting classes. All KU did with those “subpar” recruiting classes was be the pre-Covid favorite to win the title in 2020 and win a national championship in 2022.

This case came down to overreach by the NCAA, simple and plain. Was there evidence that Bill Self and his staff were aware that Adidas was funneling money to players? Yes, but not nearly as compelling evidence as other schools that were involved in this round of investigations. But KU also turned in Billy Preston before he ever played a game at Kansas, Zion Williamson went to Duke, and DeAndre Ayton went to Arizona.[2] Silvio de Sousa was the only player involved in the investigation that actually played for the Jayhawks. And, as some salty KU fans pointed out, the NCAA had vetted his eligibility not once but twice, each time ruling him fit to play.

The biggest takeaway from all of this is that these sham NCAA “investigations” into player eligibility are as bogus as when schools say they’ve done a “thorough review” of a player’s status and cleared them to play. Very odd that despite, again, TWO different NCAA reviews of de Sousa’s status, they gave him the green light to play each time yet he’s the basis of the most significant penalties against the Jayhawks. Seems like some of those investigators should go on probation.

We knew this was coming, though. The NCAA’s IARP group had already let Arizona, LSU, Louisville, and North Carolina State off with minimal penalties. There was no way Kansas, with far less concrete evidence against them, would get hammered.

That doesn’t mean I wasn’t worried. The NCAA has taken a lot of fire in the press for this entire process. I did fear that with KU being last on the list, the NCAA might put its thumb on the scales and overrule what the independent investigation group presented to them. Those worries were fueled by multiple rumors that at different times over the past two years KU and the IARP had presented the NCAA with what amounted to plea deals, and the NCAA had rejected them. This was the NCAA’s final chance to save face in a moment when every aspect of their authority over college sports is being questioned.

Fortunately sanity ruled the day.

The penalties added to what KU had already implemented are not insignificant. In addition to KU’s 2018 Final Four, the school loses 15 wins, knocking them back behind Kentucky in the all-time wins list.[3] Plus they lose their 14th consecutive Big 12 title, a Big 12 tournament title, and their all-time best NCAA appearance streak actually ended in 2017. That may not satisfy the haters, but in a sport that is hyper aware of all the history it is built upon, those are clear media guide touch points that KU can no longer claim.

Sorry, I can’t say that with a straight face. None of that history book shit matters. We all saw KU beat Duke in the ’18 Elite Eight (and Villanova destroy KU a week later in the Final Four). We saw Devonté Graham’s crazy shot crawl in during the final minute against Texas Tech to clinch the Big 12 title. We all saw Graham and Newman hit shot after shot in the second half of the Big 12 tournament championship game against West Virginia. All those games might be removed from the official record, or stamped with an asterisk, but that doesn’t erase the memories of what we watched.

We Jayhawk fans should be counting our blessings and thanking the Hoops Gods today that the NCAA is too incompetent to run an investigation properly. There was plenty of evidence to hammer KU. As I’ve said many times over the past six years, I have zero doubt that Self (and the other head coaches involved in the investigation) was well aware of what Adidas was doing. Just as all the Nike coaches knew how Nike was assisting their recruiting efforts, no matter how much they insist otherwise. From all accounts that don’t come from mouthpieces of the NCAA, though, the organization handled every aspect of these investigations terribly. They overreached. They moved the goalposts throughout the process. Their initial charges were based on cherry picked evidence from the federal cases against Adidas employees, which each school could easily counter with other evidence both presented in those federal trials and accepted by the juries and judges as fact. The IARP being run by attorneys rather than NCAA employees made bringing a half-assed case a losing bet.

After six years we’re finally done. KU is still eligible to play in this year’s tournament, and every tournament going forward. Bill Self gets to keep his job. Other than a few recruiting restrictions over the next couple years, the worst penalties are all in the past. Seems like a pretty good deal for the Jayhawks.

I might have to wear my 2018 Final Four shirt to the gym today.

  1. Will official highlights like the one I linked to disappear, too?  ↩

  2. I believe it was national writer Gary Parrish who suggested, something like three years ago, that Duke was KU’s Get Out of Jail card. There was no way the NCAA was going to do a deep dive into Zion’s recruitment, despite there being multiple examples of coaches from other schools talking about what his father was asking for on the FBI wiretaps, because to do so would mean actually taking a long look at the relationship between Nike and Duke.  ↩

  3. Also very strange that KU has to forfeit games de Sousa played in during the 2018 season, but not the following season.  ↩

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