This past weekend was Championship weekend in NCAA Division I football. Last night Alabama beat Georgia in overtime for it’s 5th title in 9 years. Since the start of the 2010 season the Crimson Tide are 99-12.
But they aren’t the winningest team in the nation. That title belongs to NCAA Division III Mount Union who is 113-6. Holy cow that’s a lot of wins. They’ve also won 3 National Championships since 2010.
That 5th title for ‘Bama still doesn’t compare to NDSU.
The Bison played James Madison on Saturday for the FCS National Championship (Alabama and Georgia are in the FBS). The hype was immense for a lower level football game. JMU was the undefeated defending champion. They dethroned the Bison in the semifinals the year before, ending five consecutive years for the Bison as National Champions. They had the active, and 2nd in history, longest winning streak at the FCS level at 26. The holder of the longest streak? Why NDSU of course with 33 from 2012-2014.
The #1 Scoring Defense (JMU) against the #2 Scoring Defense (NDSU). #2 Total Defense (NDSU) vs #3 Total Defense (JMU). The #2 Scoring Offense (NDSU) vs. #15 (JMU). Easton Stick (NDSU) was the 2nd most efficient passer in the nation, while Bryon Schor (29-4 as a starter for his career) was 18th. Continue reading “A Winning Tradition”
Oh the joys of being clueless. Someone on FaceBook was lamenting the fact that the grocery stores weren’t open today and was wondering where they could get food for she and her offspring. My comment, while probably not as sensitive as it could have been, was that there were several convenience stores open and that they wouldn’t starve to death from the grocery stores being closed for a day, and that if she was looking for more than necessities she planned poorly. For that I was referred to as “Scrooge”. When I pointed out that Scrooge was the one that wanted everyone to be working as if Christmas were any other normal day of the year her retort was that she could call me other things worse than Scrooge.
Really? I’m so broken scared of what she might refer to me as! /sarc
I was referred to as extreme right wing, Nazi, misogynist, racist, sexist and fascist a couple of years ago simply because I thought entertainment should…entertaining. I’m guessing this little one’s name calling wouldn’t get worse than that.
But seriously, how long have these people been living in North Dakota? We frequently get blizzards up here where nothing is open except emergency services and the workers trapped at the gas stations. And it’s not as if Christmas hasn’t been on the calendar for awhile now. Plus, we just had a major holiday last month where everything shut down. If you’re old enough to have a kid, you’re old enough to plan ahead. You’re not helpless.
Our first snow accumulation of the year came overnight. It’s mostly melted now. But when the dog had to go out about 2 this morning I grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of shots before there were a bunch of tracks to muddle the view.
The social contract was altered. I really hope we figure out a new one soon, while we’re still around.
The Failure of the Sexual Revolution
Out of the Darkness
I’ve recently been doing a lot of thinking about the horrible quagmire that modern dating has become. Fortunately, I’m out of that game now. I’ve spent the best decade of my life blissfully married to a wonderful man. Before that, however, I was admittedly a bit of a slut. I’m infertile and have been since I was 18. It’s a running joke that if I end up with an unplanned pregnancy, what I really need is a priest, because it’s a bit late to have a replay of the Virgin Mary. Between knowing for a fact that pregnancy from sex is impossible and a religious usage of condoms in any encounter that wasn’t preceded by exchanging recent STD test results, I saw no reason not to be. I was assured that this was healthy behavior for a young woman. Looking…
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I had to unfollow someone on Facebook this week. Teh Burning Stoopid just got to be too much. I didn’t unfriend her, I’ll likely follow her feed again once the political crap she understands nothing about quiets down. But it’s been going on nearly a year now. I need a break.
It started with Trump’s election.
I wrote about that here. And the meltdown from the left was quite funny for a long time.
But they’re still going on about how horrible Trump is and how horrible guns are. I’ve had enough. These are the people who think Trump is the worst thing to happen EVAH! and who point out time and again that too much political power is a bad thing Continue reading “I’m Out”
My review of Aaron Elkins story in the Gideon Oliver series, Curses!
Mayan ruins in the Yucatán . . . a secret room in a tomb . . . age‑old skeletons. To anthropologist Gideon Oliver, the renowned Skeleton Detective, the invitation to join the archaeological excavation of Tlaloc promises two months of paradise on Earth.
That is, until an ancient series of Mayan curses against desecrators of the site is unearthed. When the first one comes to pass (“The bloodsucking kinkajou will come freely among them”), it is taken by all as a practical joke. But by the time the fourth one is apparently consummated (“The one called Xecotcavach will pierce their skulls so that their brains spill onto the earth”), nerves have begun to fray and suspicions and discord are mounting.
The steamy jungles weigh down on the band of eccentric anthropologists as one by one the curses continue to materialize. It takes Gideon’s special talents for deduction—along with the enigmatic insights of Mexico’s one and only Mayan Indian inspector of the state judicial police—to resolve an ancient riddle and a modern, murderous mystery.
The book I’m currently reading is dealing with Mayan ruins on the Yucatan Peninsula. About 10 years ago I got to see some Mayan ruins when my wife and I took a cruise. One of our ports was Belize City, Belize. Our excursion that day was to the other side of the country, to San Ignacio, Belize.
I honestly don’t remember most of the particulars our guide discussed there. I remember it means something like “Place of the ticks”, which sounds horrible but the day we were there it was quite nice if maybe a little warm.
We walked along a path from the parking lot and the first excavated area we came to was the ball court (C4 & C5) off Plaza C.
My review of Charlotte MacLeod’s The Palace Guard
When a museum guard takes a tumble, Sarah and Max find a forgery
It has only been a few months since Sarah Kelling’s elderly husband passed away, and she is struggling to adapt to life as a penniless young widow. To make ends meet, she converts her stately Boston home into a boardinghouse, a decision that brings something even better than money: the company of art-fraud investigator Max Bittersohn. The budding couple is standing on a balcony, recovering from a second-rate concert at a third-rate museum, when something plummets past them. The museum has been robbed, and a guard has fallen to his death.
Dozens of priceless paintings have been stolen and replaced with forgeries, and to recover these masterworks will mean tearing the lid off the quiet life of the Boston upper crust. But it is a chance Sarah and Max must take, lest they join the guard on his long trip down.