The $32 Million Dollar Question
Someone reached my blog yesterday via the $32 Million Dollar Question:
I’m pretty sure MM didn’t give NS a religious litmus test.
On second thought, maybe he did.
Someone reached my blog yesterday via the $32 Million Dollar Question:
I’m pretty sure MM didn’t give NS a religious litmus test.
On second thought, maybe he did.
Here are three things I’m trying to figure out:
After I get a grip on these, I’ll start on how spending $32 million on a football coach will improve the the quality of academics at the University of Alabama (there may be more to that answer than meets the eye).
The morning after the 41-14 Gator feed, I offer the following thoughts:
I hear tell there’s going to be some kind of football game tonight, yea, even a so-called national championship.
Prognosticate away. The winner will receive a signed copy of my memoir, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Optometrist.
I find myself in dire straits this morning. On the one hand, rooting for the Florida Gators cuts against every grain of my being. On the other hand, I want more than anything to shut up the yapper of this guy and the rest of the ESPN talking heads who have spent the last month and a half trashing the Southeastern Conference and my adopted home state of Alabama.… Read the rest
Among the immutable facts of life this morning:
Please feel free to pitch in with a few immutable facts of your own.… Read the rest
(photo by Michael Palmer of TideSports.com)
Update 1/4: Hmmm. Pom poms instead of palm leaves…a Lear jet instead of an ass…
Dear St. Nick:
I know it’s customary to write to you before Christmas, so I hope it’s not too late. I just have one piece of advice for you: take the money and run, Nick, run!
Meanwhile, just in case things don’t work out, I’m hedging my bets and ordering a Boise State t-shirt, despite the fact that I’ve never set foot in the state of Idaho.
Merry Christmas from the Eyegang to you and yours. See you in ’07.
Roll Yuletide, Roll!
(Hat tip: LTC Hal)
True story:
In the fall of 1984, I was a skinny, malnourished first-year graduate student in clinical psychology at Virginia Tech in Blacksburg, Virginia. This was just shortly before I realized that I wasn’t cut out to be a psychotherapist and needed to work with something I could actually fix–like eyeballs–but I digress.
Moving back to Blacksburg had reignited some childhood allergies which in turn had set off a touch of asthma, and that was the reason that I was in Ellett’s Drugstore on Main Street looking for drugs–any and all, please–that would give me a few moments of relief. After scooping up and paying for enough OTC medications to anesthetize a herd of charging elephants, I started out the door.… Read the rest
If this can be believed, then today is the day an eager Crimson Nation spots puffs of smoke issuing forth from Denny Chimes. Where there’s smoke, there’s a hire.
As soon as the planes start lifting off and landing, I’ll let you know.
Meanwhile, it’s 16 degrees with a 4 degree wind chill factor in Huntsville this morning. For you weather buffs, those are the same conditions as International Falls, Minnesota, long-considered the cold standard in the United States. Contrary to the song, we really don’t have too many “frosty mornin’s” in Dixie any more, and we’ve got the lightweight, ineffective coats to prove it.… Read the rest
This exchange is making the rounds:
RR: (on his meeting with UA AD MM): “I’ve got a good job. But I respect Coach Moore and I wanted to listen to what he had to say.”
Reporter: “How long did the meeting last?”
RR: “I’d say about 25, 30 minutes.”
(Then apparently turning to Mrs. RR) “How long did it last, Rita?”
Mrs. RR: “Ninety minutes.”
RR: “Oh. “
(Turning back to reporter) “Well, we didn’t talk about anything specific. We didn’t talk about plans or facilities or anything.”
Ninety minutes of nonspecific discussion (yeah right). But they’re such a normal couple, aren’t they?… Read the rest
The Crimson Nation is all atremble this morning at the prospects of having a new HC in our clutches by day’s end. UA AD MM just happened to bump into RR in NYC and they talked turkey. Lots of turkey. Then MM, who had planned to fly on to SB to watch the CT take on ND in BB tonight, got on his chartered Canadair CL-600 Challenger 604 jet in Teterboro, NJ and flew back to T-town instead.
Hmmmmm, strange indeed, wouldn’t you say?
So, will Rod get the nod and get his bod down to T-town in time to save the storied Bama football program and deliver up Lucky #13?… Read the rest
My source close to the Bama coach search (the bag boy down at Publix whose brother knows somebody who’s a janitor at the football complex in T-town who has the habit of rummaging through the trash) just handed me a copy of Alabama AD Mal Moore’s “To Do” list that he’ll be following today as he attends the College Football Hall of Fame Induction Ceremonies in New York City. Here it is, an Ocular Fusion exclusive:
Well, okay then. Maybe not.
Come on now, Mrs. RR, Tuscaloosa’s not that bad.