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Weekend Notes

A kid-focused notes post to kick off this week. I’ll save the sad, angry, frustrated hoops thoughts for tomorrow.


Foot Girl

L continues her healing process after surgery. Actually, things are going great. She went back to school last Monday and other than leaving early one afternoon because her splint was causing her pain, survived the week. She tried the knee scooter one day, but it was also rubbing against the splint so she decided to crutch around instead. She stopped taking her potent pain meds early last week. I think she made it through the weekend without any Tylenol. So that side of things has gone well.

As for that splint pain, we think her swelling had basically disappeared, which was causing the splint to move and rub against her incision. Which is obviously pretty tender. That pain was getting worse than her surgical pain, so I took her in Friday to get it checked. I figured they would just put a new splint on. They indeed took the post-op splint off, giving us a good look at her foot. No irritation on the incision from the rubbing. Way less swelling and discoloration than I expected. I thought her foot would look like mine when I tore my ankle up and my entire leg was a horrific combination of purples, yellows, and greens for a couple weeks. She just had a tiny bit of yellow around the incision.

However, rather than re-splinting her, they went ahead and put a cast on. When the PA said that was the plan, L gave me an excited look thinking the entire process was going to be pushed forward. Sadly, that’s not the case. She’ll still go in next Monday to have this cast removed, the stitches taken out, and then get a new cast that will stay on for three more weeks. The important thing is with her pain under control and her foot looking pretty good, she seems to be healing as expected.

I had never seen a cast put on before. That is a fascinating process. And way simpler than I expected.

The new bummer is that L is very itchy under the cast. Every time she complains I remind her that at least she isn’t in a splint that is rubbing the incision.

Some friends picked her up Friday and they went out to dinner, then all came back to our house after. The girls decided they wanted ice cream so L drove them, her first time driving since surgery. I was a little nervous about that, but with five passengers at least she had support if she fell or needed help getting in-and-out. I’m not sure I ever clearly identified it, but the surgery was on her left foot so actual driving isn’t an issue.


Retreat Girl

C was on her senior retreat last week. Each senior class is divided into five different groups that go to a retreat center for three days over the course of the year. They leave after school Tuesday and return Friday evening. CHS students aren’t required to go, but are highly encouraged to attend. Afterward, there are always kids who say they really didn’t want to go but ended up enjoying it.

There is obviously a religious component. But it is as much about figuring out who you are and how you interact with others as you prepare to go off to college. The organizers try to mix up friend groups across the retreats, and then put people in small groups with people they don’t know very well. There are lots of long talks where people reveal things they have never talked about at school. I think it gets pretty intense and emotional. It definitely creates some bonds that, if not quite friendships, at least get kids interacting with classmates they had no previous relationships with.

This retreat also had way more boys, since football and soccer players can’t go in the fall. S C was one of 14 girls on this trip. One of those girls was an old buddy from St P’s that C hadn’t really had much of a relationship with in high school. Apparently they got along well, which is cool since that girl and her family are staying near us over spring break. It was cool to see all the Instagram posts from the kids once they got home.

Anyway, C seemed to have a great time. She’s been through some stuff the last four years, a lot of it I’ve never shared here and likely never will. She opened up about some of that to her small group, which I think is a good thing. When she was relating her health history, mostly about her weird-ass back that is missing parts, one of her small group members looked at her and said, “Damn! You’re an alien!” which made everyone laugh. She also really bonded with several of the teachers who were there as group leaders and guides. She tends to be very quiet at school, and I think it was an ego boost to have teachers tell her how much they enjoyed really getting to know her.

Of course one of the bonuses of retreat is that the kids come home grateful for what their parents have done for them. Our kids are usually pretty thankful and express that to us. It does make you think you did something right as a parent when they reiterate that rather than come home with a list of things we did wrong as we were raising them.

We had several long talks Friday and Saturday. I told her I was no where near mature enough to share with others as she did, nor as empathetic as she is when I was her age. To be fair, I also hadn’t been through as much as she has. And she’s been through A LOT less than some of the kids she spent the week with. She has multiple friends who have already had parents die, and there were at least three kids in the big group of 45 that have had a siblings die. Which is utterly tragic.

When I was a senior my parents had been divorced for eight years, but that didn’t really bother me. We went through a few years where my mom had almost no money and we came close to moving back in with her parents. But I didn’t realize that until years later. And my stepdad had just survived his first round of cancer, but I was an idiot and thought there was no chance he would die even when the first doctor he went to gave him six months to live. Throw social media nonsense in, and today’s kids have been through exponentially more than I ever went through as a high schooler.


Interviewing Girl

I mentioned last week that M was working hard on finding an internship for the summer but not having much luck. This past week she had four interviews, two of them second rounders.

Thursday she got her first offer. It’s with a home construction group in Cincinnati as a marketing intern. She called us as soon as she found out and was very excited. I believe they gave her seven days to make a decision.

Friday she had a second interview for a position in Dayton, which she isn’t crazy about but apparently she has impressed the people there. Then she had an interview with an ad agency here in Indy. She hasn’t told us if she would hold out for the Indy job if she thought she might get it. I’m also not sure if it pays, where the one in Cincy does. I guess she has a couple days to figure all that out.

So good news, although it might mean that she just spends a couple weeks here before she heads back to Cincy for most of the summer. And we have to find her a place to live for a couple months.

I also don’t believe that I’ve shared a change in her plans for this time next year. Originally she was going to spend the spring ’26 semester in Verona, Italy. Then she heard something like nine other girls in her sorority were going to do that same program. She really didn’t want to go to another country and have to spend time with that many girls from her house. After talking to the study abroad folks about her options, they recommended programs in Ireland, Spain, and Portugal. It’s not official yet as the paperwork is still working through the system, but she will most likely do the Lisbon program. Just one of her good friends will be going, too.

So our spring break in a year may well be a trip to see her. Which would be incredible. I’m already re-discovering the various YouTube travel advice channels I was obsessed with before our trip to Italy two years ago.

February Media

Movies, Shows, etc

Groundhog Day
Every year I think, “Hey, I should watch this again!” when February 2 rolls around. Then it either isn’t available on a free service, or I missed when it would air on cable. This year I finally did it! Probably the first time I’ve seen it all the way through since the mid–90s. I forgot how dark it gets for a long stretch. The final quarter feels very 90s, but, hey, that was the time.

A-

Beastie Boys (ASPCA Benefit Live Show) @ The Hiro Ballroom Oct. 4, 2006
AMAZING performance brought to my attention by Brother in Music E$.

Guy Ritchie’s The Covenant
Powerful film about the bond people form during combat. And a reminder how fucked up everything about our war in Afghanistan was after the initial satisfaction of driving the Taliban from power.

B+

Spy Ops
This Netflix series about various intelligence service operations fell oddly flat with me. I’m not sure exactly what was missing, but something felt off about the entire thing.

B-

GoldenEye
I was browsing the DVDs at the library and found this. It’s been a few years since I’ve watched it. Once again it confirms that the Daniel Craig era kind of ruined most of the old Bond films.

B

Saturday Night
I watched this the night before the SNL 50 anniversary show. I really enjoyed its look at the 90 minutes before the first SNL broadcast in 1975. I haven’t read up on how much of it was accurate, but it was an enjoyable look inside how close they cut it with pretty much everything that first night.

A-

SNL 50
I wrote about this here.

A

Ferrari
I remember hearing, when this was first released, how it wasn’t what you expected it to be. That was certainly true. I understood exactly what Michael Mann was going for in this film. I’m not sure I understand his reasoning behind that, though. I was never sure that Adam Driver was speaking with an Italian accent, either. It seemed to drift into some kind of strange Italian-Eastern European mishmash. Penelope Cruz was terrific, though.

B

North By Northwest
Somehow I had never seen this, considered one of the greatest spy movies ever, even if it isn’t standard spy movie fare. It has that snappy dialogue common of its era, and also some scenes that stretch out far longer than they would if written and filmed today. Have I ever watched a Cary Grant film before? I’m not sure. He was fantastic, never taking himself too seriously. Eva Saint Marie? Yowsa! Although I did the math and she and Grant were nearly 20 years apart in age when they made this movie, which is a little cringey, if typical of Hollywood. An absolutely wild ending was the only thing that made this film feel super dated.

B+

Meru
This has been on my list for years and I honestly thought I had watched it, just not noted it. But when I started it to confirm, it was indeed new to me. The usual harrowing mountain climbing movie, complete with multiple brushes with death and a truly remarkable final ascent.

A-

No Reservations
I ran across a blurb how the old Anthony Bourdain shows were the perfect anecdote to both the state of the world, and state of TV these days. It noted how No Reservations was available on Prime Video. So I knocked out the first three episodes of season one over a couple nights, with the plan to slowly work through the series as I had time over the coming months. When I went to watch episode four, they had mostly disappeared from Prime. Which was weird, as this was in the middle of the month, not at the beginning or end, when shows usually drop off. Alas, it will show up again at some point and I’ll work through it then. Even with AB not fully locked into the persona nor the show into its eventual format, it was indeed a wonderful reminder of how great this was.

A

Homeland
Over the years several friends asked if I watched this show, as it seemed right up my alley. My answer was always no because we never had Showtime during the show’s initial run, and I wasn’t sure what platform it was on in more recent years. I was also daunted by there being eight seasons or whatever. But I recently saw it was on Hulu, and read that, really, only the first two seasons are essential, so I jumped in.

Terrific show. There is a little clunkiness in the middle episodes, but generally it started hot and stayed there. And the final three episodes are nuts, in the best possible way. I’ll definitely be watching season two and then go from there.

A

Pearl Jam – Chicago – Wrigley Field Night 2 – 2024/08/31
I watched night one last month, made sense to watch night 2 this month.

A

Pearl Jam – Self Pollution Radio 01/08/1995 – Full Broadcast
I skimmed through this, listening only to the PJ songs. What a time.

A-


Shorts, YouTubes, etc

WarGames (1983): 20 Things You Never Knew!
Probably the least interesting and informative of these I’ve watched, but there are still some good nuggets in it.

Will Ferrell Breaking People on SNL for 5 Minutes Straight
Shouldn’t the Jimmy Fallon ones not count, since he broke in every sketch he was ever in?

Matt Damon Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters
George Clooney Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters
Samuel L. Jackson Breaks Down His Most Iconic Characters
I can’t get enough of these. I also just wait for YouTube to spit them out at me rather than seek new ones. That makes it kind of fun to see who pops up and when they hit my feed.

Matt Damon & Casey Affleck Curse Like True Bostonians
Not as much cussing as the title promised.

U.S. Deploys Socially Awkward Men Along Border To Deter Migrants | Onion News Network
Genius!

Inside Daniel Craig’s Iconic James Bond Watch Collection
“Things I Would Steal” for $400, Ken.

Watch Shopping With Marc From Long Island Watch: Building The Best Collection
Restoration of an Omega Flightmaster – Crazy Transformation
Restoration of a Rusty Omega Seamaster Professional watch – Severe Water Damage
Yeah, so I added a new watch to my collection this month, thus tweaked my algorithm with a bunch of watch vids. These restoration ones are oddly soothing and fascinating.

Why the South China Sea is a time bomb
Just one of many reasons…

F*ck your wallet, go travel.
Good advice. I wish I would have taken it in my 20s.

100 Days of Solo Travel in 3 Minutes
Again, to be young, unencumbered, and motivated…

How This New York Times Bestselling Author Perfected His Daily Morning Routine
I may start following this plan to see if it elevates my blog readership.

Driving the World’s Longest Road: Our Epic Journey Begins
Alaska to the Yukon: The Most Breathtaking Views on Top of the World Highway
I tried this series but after two episodes I just wasn’t into it that much.

We Landed in the SECRET World of Bhutan
Then you have this video about one of the most isolated countries in the world and the host could not be cheesier, which kind of ruined it for me.

I used 1950s technology for a week
Fun concept but this guy is 35% too goofy for my tastes.

Indianapolis, Indiana | John McGivern’s Main Streets
A look at my favorite part of Indy, Mass Ave.

I drove my lifted porsche 1500km through New Zealand
More travel than car related, and it’s not an EV, so this goes into this section.

Fighter Jet Low Level in Norway 4K
Film this for IMAX and name your price, I will pay it.

THE LAST CRUISE IRAQ – F14 VIDEO
One of the odder, while also delightfully dated, jet videos I’ve come across.

Top 30 90s Rock Songs You Forgot Were Awesome
Top 30 Cheesiest One Hit Wonders of the 1990s
There are a few interesting/odd choices in these, but still probably several songs that you haven’t heard in years and will send you to the streamer of your choice to revisit in full.

We Put DIRT Host Josh Rosen in the Huckberry Hot Seat | Ask Huckberry
The next DIRT location is revealed here, if you’re into that kind of thing.

Why There’s a Straight Line Through Scotland
Why are so many countries called Guinea?
Why the Dutch always say what they mean
Fun with maps!

Pro Designer Turns an Abandoned NYC Loft into His Dream Apartment | Architectural Digest
This is gorgeous and all, but tell me what the budget was.

Building an official “Stealth” Apple IIgs
Geek powers being used for good.

Miracle on Ice Highlights
Never a bad time to re-watch this, which is now 45 years old!


Car Content

I Spent 10 Days In China Testing Electric Cars! Here’s What Happened
Onvo L60 Is The First Serious Tesla Model Y Competitor I’ve Driven
First Chinese EV Road Trip! Quick NIO Drive From Hefei To Hongzhou
Ultra Luxury NIO ET9 First Look & Full Tour! The Next Chapter Of Chinese EV Engineering
Shanghai To Beijing EV Road Trip! Fast Charging & Battery Swapping Through China In The NIO ET7
The Out of Spec crew traveled to China to see what the EV landscape is like there. In short, it’s pretty amazing. Thanks to a variety of reasons, the US pissed away its clear lead in the battery race over the past few years. And thanks to a different variety of reasons, Chinese car manufacturers have leapt ahead of pretty much every US manufacturer other than Tesla. Now they are making amazing cars that are cheaper than anything built in the US and pushing the battery side of the equation forward faster than we are. Naturally tarriffs, rather than innovation and government support, are the answer. 🤦‍♂️

Rivian Gen 2 Refresh – It’s the Little Things
OK, I like their trajectory. We just need to get the R2 manufacturing lines cranking, iron out the first gen issues, and have them available and affordable in the spring of 2027.

Tesla’s Monitor Everything—Including You
The future of all autos, sadly.


Photography

Sony vs Leica vs Hasselblad Photos
Corky Lee’s quest for “photographic justice”
Roots & Ranches
My weird love for the Fujifilm XT3 (not buying the Fuji XT5, for now)
What’s the BEST focal length? 28mm? 35mm? 50mm?
50mm Prime Lens ONLY Challenge: What I Discovered


Podcasts

The Rest Is Classified
Former BBC security reporter Gordon Corera and former CIA agent and current author of terrific spy books David McCloskey dive into famous stories from the history of espionage. Like its sister pod, The Rest Is History, it is equal parts informative and entertaining. There isn’t a specific website for the show, but you can easily find it on the platform of your choice.

Reader’s Notebook, 2/27/25

 

Alias Emma – Ava Glass
To start, a crackling British spy caper.

Emma, a young agent in a secret department within the British secret service, is tasked with guiding the adult son of a former Russian agent to safety before a Russian death squad can liquidate him. The catch is the Russians have tapped into London’s security network and are able to track many of Emma’s movements. And they may have placed an agent at the top of the security service, preventing her from calling for help. This leads to a thrilling chase through the tunnels and underground rivers of the city. Naturally, when all seems lost things work out.

What I especially enjoyed about this book was how British it was. Not in the almost impenetrable way Mick Herron writes his Slow Horses series. But rather how it does not attempt to be an American thriller in any way. Emma doesn’t have a gun, nor do any of her fellow agents. When she does kill a Russian agent who attacked her, she is worried about what the man she is trying to protect will think of her. American spies never show remorse or self-consciousness about killing bad guys!

I also appreciated how Glass put little moments of sexual tension into the story, but never lets them boil over. It reminded me of the movie Out of Sight a little, and how there was that underlying tension between George Clooney and Jennifer Lopez, but they never acted on it. Sometimes that is sexier than letting the characters give into their attraction to each other.


American Kingpin – Nick Bilton
I missed some things in the years I was concentrating on raising my kids, driving them around, coaching their teams, etc. It didn’t help that all that coincided with when I began paying far less attention to whatever the biggest news stories of the day were. Thus, somehow, I totally missed the whole Silk Road thing. I never knew a thing about it when it was an active presence on the Dark Web. I didn’t know a thing about the arrest and trial of its creator, Ross Ulbricht. Hell, I didn’t know that our current president had just pardoned Ulbricht a few days before I read a blurb about this book and checked it out.

So I was not prepared for what a wild ride the book would be. As always, you grain-of-salt parts of Bilton’s writing. But if even a fraction of what he writes is close to what really happened, this is an insane story. His brisk writing style turns it into a page-turner that feels more like a novel than an accounting of a criminal empire. The tedious, methodical way the Silk Road empire was investigated and then pulled apart by law enforcement was fascinating.

One thing that struck me about the book was how many characters, both Ulbricht and the people in various government agencies who chased and eventually caught him, hated authority. Agents in Homeland Security, the DEA, and the FBI all ignored their bosses’ commands because they didn’t feel like anyone should have authority over their actions. Ulbricht’s entire motivation was to advance his hyper-libertarian view that all drugs should be legal and the government had no right to tell people what they can and cannot put into their bodies.

What becomes obvious is that all of these people also rarely take responsibility for their actions. The law enforcement agents are seeking to protect Americans and bring a criminal to justice. Ulbricht is just helping people get the things they have a natural right to. The ends always justify the means with these people, and any harm that comes to others is regrettable, but not something they spend much time worrying about or feel responsible for. Free will and all that.

At its height, massive amounts of illegal drugs were delivered to people all over the world thanks to the Silk Road. There’s no telling how many overdoses were caused by it. How much crime was committed to pay for the drugs. How much other damage was done by people who used these drugs. Ulbricht was, indirectly, one of the biggest drug dealers in the world. Again, he received a presidential pardon about a month ago. In doing so, our Great Leader called the legitimate law enforcement agents who brought Ulbricht down “scum.” Remember all of that the next time he either rails against drug kingpins in other countries, yells about illegal drugs pouring into our country, or acts like he supports the police.


Creation Lake – Rachel Kushner
I had given up on Kushner books. I’ve read two of her previous novels. I enjoyed, but did not love, one; the other I found a bit tedious. This was on many Best Of lists last year, then I saw it recommended by two other people I trust, so I decided to give it a shot.

I’m regretting that decision.

This wasn’t terrible. The core story is about a disgraced former Federal agent who freelances for whoever will pay her to infiltrate protest groups. A different take on corporate espionage. In this case, she assimilates into a commune in rural France with a different mission: pushing them to turn their protest into an attack on a government minister her employers – who are never identified – want neutralized.

That all is kind of cool. What is less cool is how roughly half of the story is this agent reading through emails of the spiritual head of this agrarian rights group. Much of that dives back into the origins of man, where Homo Sapiens separated from Neanderthals, they from Homo Erectus, and so on. I may have that order wrong, but you get what I’m saying. There’s lots of stuff about caves and fossils and what not. Not the most engaging reading material.

The point of all that is to establish the group’s ideology, and the protagonist’s discovery that she models her life around similar principals. I just found it all, again, dull. My complaint about Kushner’s The Flamethrowers was that it was too artsy. This book gets into that same territory. Maybe I’m just not cut out for artsy novels.

Weekend Notes

As I mentioned in Friday’s Playlist, last week was a very odd one in our house.

Monday was a school holiday. Tuesday the girls got up and went to school, then C called me as soon as they arrived saying she had thrown up in the parking lot. So back home she came. She puked again that night, so she was home again on Wednesday.

Wednesday was also L’s surgery day. We left the house at 7:35 and were back home around noon to begin the process of managing pain. No real issues there; she’s pretty tough and doesn’t complain much. She’s been keeping her foot elevated and wiggling her toes, as instructed. Two weeks from today she’ll switch from a splint to a cast.

Thursday is S’s day off, so she was home to help with L. C finally went back to school.

Friday was an eLearning day to prepare the CHS campus for the big annual fundraiser Saturday. L was doing just fine in the morning and we were discussing whether we would drive down to the semi-state game Saturday morning. After lunch and her round of meds, she started feeling bad. Eventually she spent about two hours throwing up. Curses! I have to tell you, I was impressed with how she was able to keep her leg elevated and still puke into a bowl. By the evening she stopped vomiting but still felt terrible. I told her we would just watch the game from home as she did not want to start feeling bad two hours from home and be stuck in the back of the car another two hours if we had to turn around.

Saturday morning we watched the game – more on that in a bit – and shortly after she had another round of throwing up. Some of her travel teammates planned on visiting but postponed for obvious reasons. She felt better in the afternoon so had her first shower on her new shower stool while wearing her waterproof cast cover. I assume that went well; I was not involved.

Finally Sunday she felt better and kept food down. Her travel coach and his daughter stopped in briefly. I told her it was lucky it took her two days to process whatever C had given her. I was super worried she would wake up sick Wednesday, we would have to postpone surgery, and that would mess our timeline up.

This morning both girls felt 100%, at least in their stomachs. L’s foot pain is manageable. Her doctor told her she didn’t have to rush back to school, but she’s too tightly wound to miss any more class. I think the getting around is going to be a big pain, as unlike when she was in a boot in December, she can’t put any weight on her left foot. We insisted she take her scooter, which she kind of hates, to give her more support and safety, especially in the hallways between classes.

Oh, and C leaves on her senior retreat tomorrow and will be gone until Friday afternoon. So I’ll be carting L to-and-from school.

Maybe we’ll have a full, normal week of classes for both girls next week.


End of the Road

Semi-state did not go as we hoped. CHS fell behind Roncalli early, climbed out of a couple holes, and tied the game at 21 early in the second quarter with a 9–0 run. Next thing you knew, RHS had ripped off 15 straight points and the game was basically over. I believe we got as close as 8 or 9 once, and they pushed it out as high as 21 points. The final was 72–54. Ouch.

Biggest factor in the game was RHS hitting their first seven 3s. That will win you a lot of games. Twice we hit 3’s and they immediately answered. They shoot a lot of 3’s normally, but pretty sure they hadn’t hit seven-straight before Saturday. We didn’t help ourselves in that 15–0 run by missing three layups and four free throws. But, still, RHS was the better team so not sure that made a difference.

It was hard to gauge things by streaming the game but the officiating didn’t help, either. The fouls in the first quarter were 6–0 against us. Which seems kind of dumb as RHS was playing more physical than we were. One of our starters was called for a touch foul 20 seconds into the game. Naturally, if you know her, she committed a clear and very dumb foul 30 seconds later and had to sit until the third quarter. Our best inside player had a similar experience. She got called for a touch foul in the first two minutes, then crashed into a girl a minute later and had to sit. Poor officiating + bad IQ = trouble.

As if to even things out, the refs called the first four fouls of the second quarter on RHS. That’s when we made our run to tie it. After that the fouls didn’t matter since RHS couldn’t miss and we couldn’t hit.

We heard one of our parents got ejected at halftime for being all over the refs, but as I wasn’t there and only got tidbits of the story, can’t really share details. Not surprised this parent got tossed, though. They have a history.

As happens this time of year to every team but the eventual champion, it was a very disappointing end to a fun couple weeks. We were double City champions (JV and varsity), beat our arch rivals twice in three weeks, and then won our first sectional in 20 years, followed by the first regional in 24 years. Adding a semi-state would have been tough; Roncalli lost to the #1 team in 3A by 13 in the semi-state championship game Saturday night. It would have been fun to have had that opportunity, though.

If you’ve paid attention to these posts, you know I’ve quoted the computer rankings often. Those rankings were locked after sectionals two weeks ago. The four state championship games this Saturday are, according to the computer, #3 vs #5 in 4A, #1 vs #3 in 3A, #1 vs #4 in 2A, and #1 vs #2 in 1A. Seems like the computer is pretty accurate.

We played two of the remaining eight teams, losing to one of the 3A contenders and beating the #1 1A team.


Jayhawk Talk

A nice bounce-back win vs Oklahoma State Saturday. The Jayhawks became the first team, I didn’t track if it was P4 only or any D1 school, to lose a game by 30+ and then win by 30+ in their next outing. At least they’re making history, I guess! Funny how much better the team looks when they can knock down outside shots.

Two very good things from Saturday. Flory Bidunga had 16 rebounds in 21 minutes. I remain on record that he will be the best rebounder of the Bill Self era if he returns for another year.

Second, Diggy Coit got going, hitting three straight 3’s to blow the game open in the first half. I think most people forget he was a very late signing and did not go through summer as part of the program. Throw in his size and Self’s traditional reluctance to give transfers much leeway, and he started waaaay behind everyone else. It seems like he’s finally getting comfortable with his role. The CBS guys claimed Self said Diggy is the most vocal leader on the team. Which is kind of concerning since our team is mostly 4th, 5th, and 6th year guys. But it bodes well for next year. I’m sure Diggy will start some games, but he seems like an ideal 6th man who can come off the bench, hit some 3’s and steady the team in minutes when Darryn Peterson, Elmarko Jackson, or whoever else fills one of the starting backcourt slots needs to sit.

Tonight we get to experience one of the true joys of the far-flung conference: an 11:00 PM Eastern tip in Boulder. I am NOT staying up to watch this game. Hope it works out better than when I went to bed instead of watching the BYU game last week.


College Girl

M spent the weekend in Toronto, Canada. I guess it’s a thing for fraternities at schools east of here to go to the Toronto area for their formals. I believe the key is the lower drinking age. That was the plan for her boyfriend’s frat. So they got on a bus at 8AM Friday and spent 12 hours driving north. Then 12 hours returning yesterday. That sure sounds awful to me. I remember going on a date party where we got on a bus in Columbia and headed to St. Louis, less than two hours away. That was both a very fun bus ride and a terrible one. College kids + lots of drinking = well, you know.

My comment to S was that you better not break up with your partner halfway through the bus ride. Or if you’re just going as friends, as a couple of M’s sorority sisters did, not realize three hours into the ride north that the dude you’re going with is kind of a douche.

I guess the formal was fun, and M said Toronto was very cool.

She has been struggling to find a summer internship, sending resumes out since the fall with no bites. She finally had one for a job in Cincinnati last week, then drove to Dayton for another. And this week she has a phone interview with an advertising firm here in Indy. It is run by a CHS grad, and a former neighbor of ours is rather high up there. I think she wants to stay in Cincy for the summer, but would be perfectly fine with the Indy one. If both those fall through, or nothing else pops up, she’ll take the Dayton one if she has to. I just hope she gets an offer.

Jayhawk Talk: Hopeless

I’m starting this post Wednesday as I sit in the waiting room while L gets her foot operated on. I thought about just skipping this topic, but since I have time to kill, I might as well share a some thoughts about the Jayhawks.

I don’t know of any way to label the last few weeks as anything other than the biggest on-court disaster this program has faced in over 40 years. It seems like the team lost whatever heart they had on those back-to-back Saturdays when they first blew the lead late against Houston – twice – and then coughed up a 21-point lead against Baylor. I’m not sure how much heart this team had to begin with, but whatever it did possess was crushed into meaningless dust after those two losses.

Last Saturday’s game against Utah was a perfect example. Utah is not a good team and has one good player. The Jayhawks let that one guy get open continually and drain 3’s so the Utes built up an immediate big lead. KU showed almost no effort on either end of the court, were routinely late with switches on defense (if they switched at all) and when they were aggressive on offense, it was reckless, not calculated and controlled.

They made a run just before halftime, let the Utes stretch it out again, came all the way back one more time, then absolutely fell on their faces in the closing minutes. They somehow kept Utah from scoring for nearly seven minutes and still trailed when they finally made a shot.

Rumor has it there was an intense “conversation” in the locker room after the game.

A lot of good that did.

As bad as Saturday was, Tuesday night against BYU was so much worse. Thank goodness I used needing to get up early to bring L to the hospital as an excuse to not watch the game. I expected bad news Wednesday morning but was utterly shocked when I saw KU lost by 34 points. Thirty four.

Yep, this team is toast. Even if the roster was ravaged by the combination of flu, Covid, and norovirus that seems to be waylaying most of the country, that would not be an excuse for how they have completely fallen apart. They just don’t play hard enough, or ever have five guys on the court who seem pissed off enough about the way things are going to change the team’s path.

There is plenty of blame to go around, and I’ve addressed some of those targets in previous posts.

It has reached the point, though, where everything lands on Bill Self and his coaching staff. They recruited the wrong players, or at least the wrong combination of players. They haven’t found a way to get the kids they have to work together. There are apparently accountability issues. Schisms because of how different players are treated differently. And so on. We’ve reached the point where there are 1000 rumors about what is wrong, so it’s hard to know which are accurate and which are just speculation by frustrated fans.

All that is 100% on the coaches.

I think they looked too much at the resumes of transfers and not enough at how those players would fit together, or into Self’s system. Worse, he has seemed at a loss at how to make adjustments to style of play and/or how he manages minutes/personalities to find a way to get these mis-matched pieces to work together.

Every Big 10 fan I talked to said AJ Storr would not be able to guard and would drive Self crazy. That’s been the case since before the first game.

Rylan Griffen was a solid defensive player at Alabama. But Nate Oates plays a completely different style of defense from Self. I’m not sure if Self should have been able to see that Griffen’s skill set did not fit his switch-heavy preference. I do think he saw a terrific shooter and figured the rest of it would work out. The problem being Griffen might be the worst defender of the Self era – he literally falls down for no reason multiple times each game – thus can’t stay on the court, thus can’t get in a shooting rhythm, and has become a wasted scholarship.

Zeke Mayo has done exactly what he was asked to do, come in and be a scoring guard. But because of Storr and Griffen’s failures and DaJuan Harris’ limitations, way more has been asked of Mayo than expected. When he’s good, he’s been very good, and arguably KU’s most consistent player. But too often he’s forced to handle the ball against pressure and commits terrible turnovers, or forces shots because no one else on his team can hit one.

Nick Timberlake was a disaster last year.

Bill Self struggled so much connecting with Remy Martin that it nearly ruined the 2022 National Championship team.

Joe Yesufu never found his role.

Cam Martin was a bizarre first signing of the portal era and a waste of a scholarship.

Kevin McCullar was great, until he got injured and disappeared last year.

Hunter Dickinson was also great last year, also until he got injured. While he’s had some good games this year, he’s been far less consistent and missed way too many close shots for a guy who is 7’2”. He wrecks KU’s defense, which a lot of anonymous coaches suggested would be the case before he arrived in Lawrence. And while we don’t know for sure if he has been a problem in the locker room, there is plenty of smoke to suggest that his personality and effort is part of the problem. He also seems to have lost that edge he used played with.

Then there’s the whole long list of high school recruits that have either not shown up in Lawrence, have gotten hurt, who have transferred away after one year, or just have been duds.

Seriously, over the past four high school recruiting classes, only Gradey Dick and Flory Bidunga have come close to reaching their potential. To be fair, KJ Adams over-achieved, but he was seen as a career role player. The fact he’s a three-year starter shows another issue with KU’s recruiting. Someone, Ernest Udeh and/or Zuby Ejiofor most notably who both fled when Dickinson signed, should have taken KJ’s minutes three years ago. That never happened.

The staff gets bonus points for grabbing Johnny Furphy at the last minute in the summer of 2023, but he developed so much faster than expected that he only lasted a year on campus. Perhaps if he had stayed he would have fixed some of this year’s issues, and kept one of this year’s transfer disasters from getting his scholarship.

Beyond that group, the high school recruits are a bunch of guys who washed out at KU, and often at their second and third schools as well. Now a couple of these classes were put together under the cloud of the NCAA investigation. Still, the lack of success over four classes doesn’t bode well for identifying players and developing them the way the staff used to.

Add a bunch of transfers on top of those failures, and you have an old roster that didn’t come of age at KU. They didn’t pick up the cultural DNA from the guys in front of them. They didn’t go to Ames and Waco and Morgantown and Manhattan and steal games that seemed lost with 2:00 left because some guy who had been on the roster for four years made a couple of big plays late.

That’s a recipe for disaster in modern basketball.

There is zero hope for this year’s team. This was supposed to be the easiest six game stretch of the season, and they are 1–3 so far, with the one win coming against a then winless in the Big 12 Colorado team that we had to sweat out until the final minutes. Dickinson isn’t going to suddenly start shooting 70% from the field and moving quickly on defense. Harris isn’t going to suddenly stop taking terrible shots and start guarding the way he used to. Griffen and Storr aren’t suddenly going to start playing at the level they did a year ago at their previous schools. Mayo won’t suddenly stop turning the ball over and start scoring 30 points a night to carry the team. And so on.

We Jayhawks fans have always had the hope of next year when we lost to some stupid team in March. There were always new, highly ranked recruits coming in to join with young guys on the roster who would improve. There was always the certainty that Bill Self would find a way to mold a team that was greater than the sum of its individual parts.

For the first time in the Self era, I’m worried about what’s ahead. Even if Bidunga returns (Please, Lord, let Flory stay!) and Darryn Peterson and Bryson Tiller are as good as advertised. Because I’m not sure I trust Self to pick the right transfers to slot in with that group. And there won’t be those old heads on the roster to guide these young bucks. And I’m worried that between going all-in with transfers to chase a third title, his health scare, and the utter depression of back-to-back preseason number one teams falling apart, Self might have lost his mojo.

I hate to be defeatist, but I guess I should appreciate that we had a pretty good 40 year run and hope that this era of relative shittiness will pass quickly.

I don’t think it’s a coincidence that my YouTube feed suddenly got flooded with highlights from classic KU games over the past week. I mean, once you watch one you’re going to get more, right? But there were several from the tournament runs in ’22, ’18, and ’12 that popped up before I watched any of them. Algorithm always knows.

Success

A quick note to share that L had her surgery this morning. Everything seemed to go well, no surprises, and she did great. She’s upstairs in bed, still groggy from the anesthesia and waiting for the pain meds to kick in. She’ll be home for a few days but hopefully back to school next week and on the path to healing.

SNL 50

 

Saturday Night Live is one of the core pop cultural tentpoles that helped mold the person I am. From when I was first able to watch its prime time specials in the late Seventies, to when I started watching the show live in the early Eighties (along with the Seventies re-runs that played after midnight in Kansas City) it help establish my sense of humor and gave me a base to form friendships with like-minded classmates and neighbors.[1]

One of the SNL moments that had the biggest impact and stuck with me the longest was the 15th anniversary show, which aired on September 24, 1989. This was about a month into my freshman year of college, and several of us crowded around the small TV in my dorm room to watch. As we laughed, we could hear the laughs of other fools echoing up-and-down our hallway. We were not alone.

The key, though, was that I had my mom record the special for me. Eventually that show became one of the most watched tapes in my collection. And the same for so many other young SNL fans. Soon we were quoting not just Jon Lovitz and Dana Carvey from the current cast, or Eddie Murphy who had the biggest impact on our part of our generation, but Dan Aykroyd saying “His name is spelled T-I-T, I-A-N, Titian, honest to God!” and Steve Martin’s, “Hey, who’s the barber here?” and countless other SNL cast members and hosts that our parents had watched live but we had just discovered. Those references almost became passwords to enter certain friend groups. You’d be hanging out with kids from another town or school and someone would mention how the Pope just waived – he just waived it – the fourth miracle for Mother Seton and it would be on.

That 15th anniversary was primarily a clip show, because there was a lot less material to work through. Sunday’s 50th anniversary show was basically a riff on the standard format of the show, with live sketches, musical acts, and pre-recorded bits with only a few classic clips sprinkled into the 200 or so minutes the show ran.

I thought it was very good. But fitting for SNL, every high point had an almost immediate downer to balance it. I think that was mostly because they were trying to squeeze so much in. There were awkward transitions in almost each live piece where one comedian, or set of them, would be hustled off the stage and replaced with others.

(Also, I should admit before I break things down that I had to leave the house to pick up L when Weekend Update started.[2] I was gone for about an hour and decided to finish the show Monday. So I may have ruined some of the momentum of the program.)

That was most notable, and damaging, in the Black Jeopardy sketch. This should have been the absolute high point of the night. Eddie Murphy doing a spot-on Tracy Morgan impersonation with the real Morgan standing right next to him was unbelievable! “I REFUSE TO INGEST THREE CHEESES!” is one of the funniest things ever said on the program.

Then Eddie snuck off and was replaced by Tom Hanks, repeating his outrageous MAGA voter from 2016. Only the transition was rough, the joke written for the moment fell completely flat, and a wonderful moment collapsed. If they had let Eddie riff for another three minutes, we’re talking about one of the great sketches ever, in a live anniversary show that had no dress rehearsal, no less!

But, again, I get it. There was a lot to cram in even with over three hours allotted to the program. There was no good way to pull this show off, and had they not done this in-sketch replacements, a lot of classic performers wouldn’t have been on air.

Many elements of the show were predictable. Paul Simon as the opening act was a no brainer. Pairing him with Sabrina Carpenter was a wonderful way to tie the shows roots to its most current version. Her line about not being born – nor were her parents – when Simon first hosted the show was fantastic. She’s a gem.

Like a later performer, Simon clearly doesn’t have his vocal fastball anymore, but he had to be there and Carpenter’s voice is nice enough to compliment his yet not so big she overpowered him. Plus she’s one of the few singers shorter than him, so it made for a nice visual.

Miley Cyrus and Brittany Howard covering “Nothing Compares 2 U” did not work for me at all. Both are incredibly powerful singers, but there was zero magic in their performance. And it was, again, a sign of Lorne Michaels the politician. Where he turned his back on Sínead O’Connor after she tore the photo of the Pope on the show in 1992, he has in recent years acted like he supported her. I thought the selection of this song, no matter who sang it, was a bit cynical.

Lil Wayne? I fast forwarded through that. It seemed like he was rapping over a recorded vocal track in the few seconds I watched. That, more than the song, put me off. Especially after watching what Kendrick did a week ago.

And, finally, Paul McCartney comes out to close the show with the medley from Abbey Road. Paul is one of those dudes who never seemed to age. And, at first glance, he still looks remarkably young. Then you look at him longer and he genuinely looks creepy. His face reminds me of one of those zonked out kids in The Wall, with their eyes and mouths wide O’s of shock. And I hate to speak ill of one of the greatest singers ever, but there was zero power in his voice. It was a melancholy ending to the night. But maybe that’s what Lorne wanted.

Steve Martin was perfect as the monologist.

Combining Lawrence Welk/Dooneese with Robert Goulet was another odd pairing. Dooneese is one of those characters you either get or really don’t get. Kristen Wiig usually makes me laugh until I cry, and that was the case Sunday, but that whole skit was a bit strange to me.

The Scared Straight sketch that featured both Murphy and Will Ferrell might have summed up the night best. On the one hand, you had the two greatest performers in the show’s history in a scene together. That alone delighted a lot of us SNL heads. While there were some great lines in the sketch, though, there were also a lot of moments that were rough. Ferrell seemed to mess up a whole series of lines, and not in a funny way. That scene needed better writing and a lot of tightening.

I enjoyed Bronx Beat. Debbie Downer recycled too many lines from THE classic DD sketch. As did the Miss Refferty alien abduction sketch, although that one worked just because Kate McKinnon never gives less than full effort.

I honestly expected more from Weekend Update, perhaps a cycling-though of all the living hosts. No matter how awkward and cumbersome that would have been, they all needed to be at least behind the desk even if they didn’t all get a line. However, Dan Aykroyd did not attend, so perhaps that alone blew it up.

Bill Murray’s ranking of the WU hosts, though, was fantastic. His timing and side eye looks are so great. He managed to both extend an olive branch to Chevy Chase and skewer him at the same time. And his payoff at #1 was super funny.

Where was Chevy, by the way? I only saw him in the closing credits as cast members waved from the stage. There was chatter on Simmons’ pod that Chevy was poorly received at Friday’s concert, and hints that he remains difficult to deal with. Not shocking, but disappointing.

Dana Carvey and Bill Hader also being MIA was equally as disappointing.

I am not a huge Adam Sandler fan, but his song was one of the best moments of the night. Normal callbacks, some insider stuff, and then the emotional shout outs to several deceased cast members. That was good stuff.

I loved how the In Memoriam segment was not for cast members who have passed, but for sketches that, for one reason or another, became problematic over the years. Listen, it’s ok to laugh at stuff that we thought was funny 20, 30, 40, and now 50 years ago but which you can’t say today. Well, most of it. There’s some shit you should never say. I thought this segment was a good way of showing how tastes change as the times do.

In the end, the show was about perfect. Not because every joke hit, but because it reflected the flaws that have always been present in the show. On even the best episodes, there was a clunker of a sketch somewhere along the way, or a musical guest who did not deliver. Or an ambitious sketch that should have run for 2:30 that stretched out over 5:00 and you just wanted it to end. Despite the weaknesses in Sunday’s show, I still mostly laughed through the entire thing.

I don’t watch SNL anymore. I tried to get into it a few years back but it just didn’t stick. I’ll still check out sketches that people talk about the next week when they hit YouTube, which seems like the way a lot of people consume the show these days. I’m glad it’s still around, though. It’s not really aimed at me any more, which is fine. Whether I get what they are doing these days doesn’t matter. Because, like the music of your teen years you can never escape, I’ll always have the connection to the Eddie years and the late 80s/early 90s cast.

I have not watched the other stuff that popped up over the weekend on Peacock. I’m currently boycotting Peacock and, as much as I wanted to see these pieces, decided I would put them off until my war with Peacock ends.[3]

Here are a bunch of pieces I worked through over the weekend, though.

THE 50 BEST ‘SNL’ COMMERCIAL PARODIES OF ALL TIME

The Best Saturday Night Live Sketches According To The People Who Made Them

After 50 years, Ars staffers pick their favorite Saturday Night Live sketches

The Lorne Michaels Book-Event Thread Is the Reply-All Disaster We Need


  1. A few of them are in this site’s audience. What up?  ↩
  2. She went to birthday party about 30 minutes away and the roads were slick, so I thought it best that we drive her rather than turn her loose in snow for the first time.  ↩
  3. Long story short, we are supposed to get Peacock for free after our last cable package upgrade, but it has never worked properly. One day I spent literally two hours working with the support chat feature and eventually I was told they couldn’t help me and I needed to use Google to find someone who could. THEY LITERALLY TOLD ME TO GOOGLE FOR AN ANSWER! I’m done with those fools for a while.  ↩

Weekend High School Hoops Notes

I would wish you all a happy Presidents’ Day but, well, you know.

Speaking of bullshit, I’m splitting what would normally be in the Weekend Notes post into two entries this week to separate the fun from the bullshit. Although there will still be some bullshit in this post.


Regional Champs!

Saturday we drove about an hour west of the city to Greencastle for the regional round of the Indiana State basketball tournament.[1] Indiana high school sports are full of oddness. One of the oddest aspects of the basketball tournament is that each regional site hosts two games but those games aren’t necessarily related. In Greencastle, the early game was a 2A contest followed by our 3A matchup. We had no need to show up early to scout a possible semi-state opponent. It has something to do with geography and trying to keep teams from having to travel too far. I’m sure there’s some formula involved that makes sense, but there are always some weird assignments.

I was a little worried that our opponent, Northview, would pack the gym since they had an easy 30 minute drive down a state highway where we had to drive halfway around the 465 loop then halfway to Terre Haute. NV did bring a decent group of fans, but since the Greencastle gym holds nearly 5000 people, they didn’t seem super intimidating.

As big as this gym was, it was one of the quietest games I’ve ever attended. I think it was because our two sections on opposite sides of the court probably didn’t fill close to half the total seats, leaving lots of empty space, and because the building has a domed roof that all the noise seemed to disappear into. I heard our coach better than I’ve heard her at our home games when we have maybe 200 folks in attendance.[2]

The team got to bus over Thursday afternoon to practice there once before the actual games which was cool. That gave the event a more big time feel than sectionals.

Anyway, the game is what you care about, right?

NV came in at 20–6 on the season, but hadn’t played a very impressive schedule. I looked at the scouting report L brought home and it seemed like their offense revolved around a quick point guard and a big wing who worked out of the high post. I was confident but still super nervous when the game started.

Like most things in life, this was needless anxiety.

Our senior point guard, who is a D1 soccer recruit and rarely shoots, hit her first 3 of the season on our opening possession. On the next two possessions we worked carefully against NV’s sagging zone and got multiple shots in close that we could not get to drop. Eventually we hit another and that was, kind of, the game.

We led 9–0 after one quarter. Our trapping press destroyed their offense. We were doubling their big and daring their guard to shoot. We got nearly every rebound.

They finally hit two free throws to start the second quarter and basically played us even that period, leading 18–7 at the break.

After halftime we lost our composure. NV swapped their sagging 2–3 zone for a trapping 1–3–1 one and we turned the ball over on our first four possessions. And each turnover was more because of dumbness on our part than good D on theirs. We threw the same entry pass three times and each one got knocked away easily because the pass was horrible and our girl posting didn’t seal her defender. Midway through the quarter NV hit a 3 and suddenly it was a six-point game. We called a timeout. Their fans were fired up. Their players jumping on each other on the way to the bench.

That was a good time out. Moments later we got three straight steals out of our press. We kept threatening to completely blow them out but were just careless enough with the ball that we never got the lead over 15 points. The game was basically over with three minutes left as we casually tossed the ball around to kill time. Eventually they would foul us, we’d hit a free throw or two, they’d go down and hit a quick shot, then we’d start killing time again.

That point guard who hit the opening 3 for us? We learned during the game that she had been home with 103° fever two days earlier. She looked absolutely beat the entire second half. If the NV coach was smarter he would have attacked her when she brought the ball up. She looked like she might fall over if anyone pressured her very hard. In fact, both teams looked utterly wiped out for the entire fourth quarter. You’d think it was a 70–65 game, not one where both teams struggled to combine for 60 points. I wonder how many players would have tested positive for flu, Covid, or something else had we lined them up for nasal swabs after the game. Good thing it wasn’t a close game because I’m not sure either team had the energy to make winning plays.

Our coach cleared the bench with 55 seconds left and the reserves dribbled out the clock.

38–23, first regional title in 24 years. An impressive win that would have really raised some eyebrows if we could have hit our easiest shots. We missed 10–12–14? shots right at the rim, including multiple layups on breaks. We had at least three possessions where we grabbed two offensive rebounds but couldn’t do anything with them. We were very careless with the ball, something that needs to improve next week. Which, I guess, gives the coach something to focus on in film today.

It was also one of those games where even when we screwed up, things still went our way. There were several times when we turned it over, only to steal it right back or force NV to throw it away. One of our players turned the ball over on three straight possessions, then she drilled a 3 on the fourth possession.

Our defense continues to be fantastic, going back to our sectional opener against Chatard. I’m not sure why it took us so long to start pressing and trapping, but it has been working.

It’s been really fun to watch the girls enjoy this run. Each time they started to build momentum this season, they would have an all-around bad game to ruin it. But they’ve now won five in a row, six of seven, and nine of 11. It’s not always pretty, but they’ve been getting it done. Their work has been paying off and all the smiles and hugs after the games the past two weeks will be my lasting memory of this run.

Other than L cheering from the bench and getting to hold the trophies and cut the nets, my favorite memory (so far) came after Saturday’s game. I saw our senior who had carried us in sectionals but struggled Saturday being hugged by her dad. This dude and his wife are very tough on T. Like ridiculously tough. But I caught him hugging her, whispering to her with a smile on his face, then giving her a kiss. I don’t think much of this dad because of the stories I’ve heard about how he treats her. This moment, though? Fantastic.

A new feature to the Indiana state tournament is keeping the semi-state bracket empty until after the regional round. Unlike the NCAA tournament, where you can plot out every team you might play on your path to the Final Four, in Indiana you only know your sectional and regional brackets. The tournament is split north-south from the beginning, and Sunday the four remaining teams in each half of each class were drawn in a live broadcast to determine who plays each other next week.

We knew we were in the tougher half of the draw, which featured us (#9) plus numbers 3, 4, and 10. The North side of 3A has numbers 1, 2, 22, and 70.[3] And even though it is a blind draw, we knew exactly what would happen. Sure enough, our ping pong ball popped up first, immediately followed by Roncalli, a Catholic school on the southside of Indy. For some reason the schools stopped playing each other two years ago, but before that it was an annual game that while not as intense as our rivalry with Chatard, was still a highlighted one on the schedule.[4]

We are 18–9. They are 17–8. They’ve won eight straight. They lost to several teams we beat, but I also am pretty sure they were missing a starter for much of December. They seem healthy and locked in. They also have a sophomore who is their best player, and was largely responsible for L’s kickball team losing both of the City championship games they played in. So we need to beat her.

Now, the real peach of this whole deal is where we play them. While the matchups for semi-state were selected Sunday, the host sites were already locked in. The IHSAA allegedly looks at each semi-state quad of teams and tries to send them to the host site that makes the most sense for travel, how many fans each school will bring, and so on.

Our quad features the two Indy teams, one from halfway between Indy and Cincinnati, and one from Evansville. So, naturally, we’ve been sent to play in New Albany, which is two hours south, just across the river from Louisville. Like so much about Indiana high school sports, it makes no sense. Although I guess if you draw a triangle between Indy and the two other schools, New Albany falls on the base of that line.[5]

As an extra bonus we have the first game, which tips at 10:00 AM. So we’ll be leaving our house by 7:30. Earlier if the weather is bad. The team will bus down the night before because otherwise that makes for potentially a super long day.

Why a super long day, you ask? Because the teams that win the early games (the second is at noon) get to hang around for the semi-state championship game. Which is scheduled for 8:00 PM.

For years I’ve heard stories about happy fans from small towns taking over other cities as they burn time Saturday afternoon before the semi-state championship game. Now we have a chance to live that experience.

I mean, I want our girls to win. But I’m not going to be mad if we come home after the first game. L isn’t even playing, for crying out loud. We may have to pack sleeping bags so we can put the seats down and nap in the car if we do have to stay. I guess we can drive over to Louisville and kill time there, although, as you’ll see in a moment, L will not be in walking around mode that day.

The important part, though, is the Irish added another trophy and set of nets to their collection, the program’s first regional title in 24 years. Might as well get the first semi-state one in 25 years since we’re making the drive.


Under the Knife

L was again on the bench in street clothes Saturday. They have a light workout today and a full practice Tuesday, and then she will be done as an active basketball player for several months.

At our follow-up with the specialist last Tuesday we scheduled her for surgery this Wednesday. We were hoping that the timing would work to get her in right away, but were worried that spring break in six weeks would complicate things and we’d have to wait, thus pushing recovery and rehab out further. The doc said that because of L’s age and fitness, he was comfortable taking her cast off a little bit early which would allow her to get on the plane and go to Florida on March 28.

So, surgery Wednesday to remove an accessory navicular bone then re-size/re-attach a tendon. She’ll be in a splint for three weeks, then a cast for three more. After the cast comes off she’ll stay in a boot and on crutches until she’s cleared to begin PT. He is confident that, again, because of her age and fitness, she will recover quicker than most. But we’re still looking at four months minimum to be fully cleared. Which means, officially, no travel ball this year. She is very bummed about that, and the whole process. She’s had a few bad days over the past couple weeks, as this all became real and consequences realer. But hopeful this means junior year will be better, personally, than her sophomore year has been.


  1. Biggest thing to ever happen in Greencastle? John Dillinger’s biggest bank robbery took place there in 1933.  ↩
  2. In this big gym that felt more like one a small college would use, there were exactly three banners hanging from the rafters. All for boys basketball. One for 1931, when they were State runners up, one for 1932 when they reached the Final Four, and one for 1933, when they again were runners up. I wonder if they had some 6’9” kid who seemed like a giant back then, or just a class of great players who weren’t quite good enough to get over the hump in Indy.  ↩
  3. All rankings based on the Sagarin computer ratings that can be found here.  ↩
  4. To be consistent, if the bracket was fair we would be playing #4 while Roncalli would be playing #3.  ↩
  5. The Apple Maps directions from each school to the New Albany gym shows 94 mile, 109 mile, 109 mile, and 125 mile trips, with CHS being the most distant.  ↩

Friday Playlist

“Eden” – Baths
A little world music influence to this buoyant, fun track.

“Ankles” – Lucy Dacus
We are officially on the clock for a new Lucy Dacus album. No surprise it seems like it’s going to be wonderful, as usual.

“Take Your Aim” – Rocket
Some serious Smashing Pumpkin vibes on this track. Fortunately their singer is better than Billy C so I can happily listen to it.

“Let Me Go” – Deep Sea Diver featuring Madison Cunningham
Sharon Van Etten is having a moment with the release of her new album. You could easily slide this track onto that LP.

“Everything You Want” – The Disappearing Act
Wrapping up three straight songs that sound like other bands, I had to quadruple check that Dave Pirner of Soul Asylum wasn’t singing lead here. He was not.

“Fourth Street” – Dutch Interior
I don’t think this band sounds specifically like another, but there are sure little threads of other artists winding through their sound. None distinct enough to pin down, but present enough to make this song sound very familiar.

“Speed Freak” – Youth Lagoon
YL leader Trevor Powers had this to say about this song:

“We spend our whole lives running from this thing we can’t outrun. This body is temporary, but there is no death. Only transformation. A door opens when you learn to let go of the identity you’ve been building your whole life. Someone told me a couple years ago, ‘I have good news for you and I have bad news. The bad news is Trevor is doomed. There’s no hope for Trevor. The good news is — you’re not Trevor.’ When I heard that, it clicked.”

Ooooooookay. Good song, though.

“High Beams” – The Laughing Chimes
Something lighter to break up what has become kind of a heavy playlist. Mid-February sucks.

“Story of the Egg” – Cloackroom
Stereogum’s Tom Breihan described this band, which comes from the industrial wastelands of northwest Indiana, as “sick ass.” Highest praise!

“Valentine’s Day” – Bruce Springsteen
It was 8° when I woke up this morning. Next week looks brutally cold. Not exactly the kind of weather that makes you think of romance, so a dreary song about today’s holiday seemed in order.

“Rockin’ In The Free World” – Jack White
Pearl Jam has been using this as one of their show closers for years. Jack Mutherfucking White OPENED a show in Toronto with it last week.

If you go to YouTube you can watch Jack and PJ play this song together at a 2018 show in Portugal.

Wednesday Links

A terrific feature about SNL’s Lorne Michaels as the show celebrates its 50th anniversary.

Many writers have sat beside him watching their sketches die, only to have him turn and say, with stony sarcasm, “You must be very proud.” If the host’s monologue is flat, he’ll moan, “Can we get any charm out of him?” If a piece is too erudite, he might tell its writer, “Can they take the Emmy away?” John Mulaney said, “May the cast members go to their graves never knowing the things I heard under the bleachers.”

Lorne Michaels Is The Real Star of Saturday Night Live


More good SNL stuff.

Who was the single funniest cast member in Saturday Night Live’s history?
Kevin Nealon, cast member, 1986–95: Besides me?

50 Saturday Night Live Cast Members Reveal Their Favorite Saturday Night Live Cast Members


There’s the old saying about not wrestling with a pig because you both get muddy and the pig likes it. Well, author Jon Krakauer decided to take on a YouTuber who, for some unknown reason, has been obsessed with ripping apart Krakauer’s best setting book Into Thin Air, apparently mostly by lying, misrepresenting actual events, and fabricating others. I’m only part way through this series. I recommend having some popcorn handy if you choose to read it.

The YouTuber on a Mission to Trash My Book: Chapter One


As the world gets more absurd each day, sites like McSweeney’s become more important.

Fluoride in the office water has been replaced with a compound of Red Bull and beef jerky.

Mark Zuckerberg Makes Meta More Masculine


I sent this next post to my buddy who works for Apple. He had no comment.

So, how did Siri do? With the absolute most charitable interpretation, Siri correctly provided the winner of just 20 of the 58 Super Bowls that have been played. That’s an absolutely abysmal 34% completion percentage. If Siri were a quarterback, it would be drummed out of the NFL.

Not So Super, Apple


DEPLOY THIS IN INDIANAPOLIS IMMEDIATELY!!!!!

When micro-cracks begin to appear inside the asphalt, it becomes deformed which leads to the oils being released from the spores to fill the cracks. This prevents the oxidation that would otherwise cause the bitumen to become brittle, which would allow larger cracks to form and ultimately result in a pothole.

Self-healing roads could end plague of potholes

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