Category Archives: Football

The Rich Report

This morning the Fuhrer reported that he has spoken with Jerry Jones. The details of the conversation are not disclosed, but the owner of our nation’s finest football team, the Dallas Cowboys, has assured Dear Fuhrer that this nonsense will end. The players of the Dallas Cowboys will stand for our country.

This is rejoicing news for the true patriots of our great nation. We urge you to stand with the Cowboys and cheer for them as they carry on our national pride. The Fuhrer has spoken highly of Jones and proclaimed that he is a winner.

All must be made aware that unpatriotic behavior will not be tolerated. You are free to express yourselves, but only within the grounds that our administration has constructed. If you are not with us, then you are against us.

Heil Trump!

The NFL and the Anthem

The notion that kneeling during the National Anthem is disrespectful to the troops and veterans is such bullshit. It’s usually voiced by people who never served but who have a tendency to suck up to the troops. I know a number of people who served, who are not bothered by NFL players kneeling during the National Anthem. They have voiced their support for this movement because they understand what it is and what it’s not.

Many who are currently serving or who have served in the Military expressed that they served to protect Freedom, including the Freedom of Expression, which is what we’ve been seeing in the NFL lately. It’s a constitutional right that every American has. President Trump doesn’t appear to respect that right.

The NFL is not disrespecting the National Anthem, the flag, the troops or the country. They are trying to make a difference, to raise awareness and combat injustice. No, actually, what we saw over the weekend was NFL teams and owners making it clear to Trump that they support the rights of their teammates. Some of the people involved in the arm linking and kneeling are friends of Trump’s.

Of course there are veterans who are offended by this movement, but the fact that they are veterans isn’t the real reason they’re offended. They’re offended for the same reason that a lot of other people are, they don’t understand it and they think it’s something that it’s not.

…and that was Monday Night Football

Whoever came up with the idea of Monday Night Football is a genius. The weekend is over and for many people, Monday is their reentry into Hell. But, hey, at least they got a football game to look forward to.

Yeah, yeah. Not everyone likes football. Shut up.

That was a good game. I enjoyed it. But I’m disappointed that Arizona didn’t manage to beat Dallas. I hate the Cowboys, almost as much as I hate the Buckeyes.

Well, the NFL is really making a fool out of Pmurt. It looks like his friends in the NFL are siding their teams and making it clear how strongly they disapprove of what he said.

The Bat Shack Still Stands

The Bat Shack is still standing. At the end of every deer hunting season, I close my shack and I don’t return to it until shortly before the next season starts. Every year I half expect it to be folded in on itself. The posts and the deck that the shack is on are in good shape and I expect them to last a long time. But the shack, the walls and roof, I keep thinking that’s going to collapse.

The roof is okay, but the walls have been breaking here and there. But they’re still holding up.

If you missed it, here’s why I call my hunting shack The Bat Shack.

I don’t know what those greenish lumps on the ceiling are. Could they wasp nests? Nor do I know what those freaking fuzzy ball things under the chair are. There’s always something creepy in there. Although I closed all the windows last year, something managed to get one of them open. Probably a raccoon or some other monster that I don’t care to meet.

I did watch the Lions today. It was the most heart breaking loss. With just a few seconds left on the clock, they finally got the ball into the end zone and won. But then the refs reviewed the play and decided, no, that wasn’t a touch down. The clock ran out and the game was over.

The Lions are now 2-1.

I didn’t make it out to The Bat Shack, but….

Yesterday I talked about my plans for today, but they didn’t go through. I raked and bagged some leaves. It was so damn hot. My face was a sweat faucet. So, I didn’t finish.

The apples that fell off the neighbors’ tree and landed in my backyard looked fresh a few days ago. But I guess this heat wave was too much for them. Now they look like the rotten hearts of zombies. I don’t want to feed those to deer. Maybe there will be some fresh ones next week.

I made it over to Mom and Dad’s, but I didn’t want to walk out to the shack in this heat. Instead we watched the Michigan-Purdue game. Purdue was tough, but they couldn’t stop Michigan.

Michigan 28 – Purdue 10.

A Hot Night

It’s pretty hot tonight. I’m sweating, drinking cold lemonade, listening to Nirvana and Sia and working on a short story. This short story will be the last for a while. I’m going to focus on the next novel when I’m done with the short story. That’ll be 25 short stories on the market. I’ll keep moving these stories down the market list until they sell.

Deer season starts in a week. I haven’t purchased the license and kill tags yet, but I’ll be getting them soon. I’m plan to get over to Mom and Dad’s tomorrow and take a look at The Bat Shack. I hope the shack is still holding up. I never got around to rebuilding it. If it’s too damaged, I might find a different spot to hunt this year.

The Lions are 2-0.
The Wolverines are 3-0.

Anyone notice how many Mom & Pop stores in the area are suddenly going out of business. It’s freaking sad. I have a feeling that the buildings these stores were in are going to sit abandoned for years and years. I’m hoping someone turns one these buildings into a butcher shop or meat market. It’d be nice to have such a place closer to where I live.

I got yard work to do tomorrow. Have to rake and bag leaves. and maybe mow the lawn. My next door neighbors have a very healthy apple tree in their backyard, right next to the fence. A lot of the apples land in my yard. I’m going to bag them up and use them for bait.

I’m tempted to tell the neighbors that if they don’t want the apples on their side of the fence, I’ll take them. But I’m shy. The apples have a strong scent that I’m sure will attract deer.

Disappointing

I watched the Patriot-Lions preseason game. The Lions had a nice comeback in the second half. The score was Lions 7 – Pats 24, but Lions caught up and got ahead. The new score was Lions 28 – Pats 24.

But the clock just wouldn’t run out fast enough. The Pats made it into field goal range twice in the fourth quarter and the kick was successful both times. So, the final score was Lions 28 – Pats 30.

The final preseason game is Thursday night against the Bills. The regular season starts September 10. Game 1 will be against the Cardinals.

After the Lions, I flipped over to FS-D and watched the last few innings of the Tigers-White Sox game.

The score was 2-2. It stayed 2-2 until the bottom of the 9th when the Sox got in a run and won the game.

One more week till College Football.

 

A Fine Saturday

I stayed home today. Mowed the front yard and did some house cleaning. I watched the Tigers lose to the Dodgers again. The Tigers didn’t manage to get in a single run.

After the Tigers, I watched the Lion-Jet preseason game. That was a good game. The Jets  were scoreless for most of the game, but then they got in two field goals.

Matt Prater is still looking good. I think he made every field goal he was sent out to kick.

The final score is Jets 6 – Lions 16.

Because I stayed off Facebook today…

…I wrote 1,671 words, made two submissions and got all the chores done.

The Tigers didn’t play today. I did have the Buccaneer-Jaguar game on, but didn’t pay much attention to it. The Lions’ next preseason game is Saturday, against the Jets. The Lions did very well against the Colts in Sunday’s game.

College Football starts in a couple weeks. The Wolverines will kick off their season against the Gators.

Not In Good Spirit

I’ve been depressed this week. Trying to snap out of it and get back into my normal routine. It still feels like there’s pins and needles stuck in my heart and I’m having a hard time motivating myself. I pretty much want to stay hidden, but at the same time I feel a need to stick my neck out again.

I went ahead and bought the second season of Six Feet Under last night and watched the first episode. It’s kind of neat how I’m remembering these episodes as if no time has passed since I last saw them in 2003. I wouldn’t mind going back to 2003. It was a good time. I was in a relationship with a woman I never got over.

I woke up this morning remembering something from my childhood. It was the last year that my brother Fred and I were on the Lapeer Steelers’ freshman team. This young, college-aged assistant coach, after speaking to the entire team, threw a football into the mud down the field.

I’m not positive that this is why it happened, but I had been under the impression that the assistant coach, after throwing the ball, told Fred to retrieve it, and then he told the rest of us to tackle Fred.

I’m not positive that those were the words the coach said. My deafness didn’t allow me to pick that up clearly. But the coach did say something after throwing the ball and Fred went to get it. Then the coach said something else and the entire team went after Fred.

I trailed behind the charging team, uncertain of what was going on. I watched the dog pile grow as thirty to forty guys jumped into it. I think I added my weight to the pile, though by the time I got there, the pile was so high that I couldn’t do much more than lean against it.

And then I heard Fred yelling. I knew it was him and his yelling was a terrifying sound. I realized what was happening. In a minute the coaches were there pulling everyone off. When the last guy was pulled off, Fred was lying face down in the mud. I remember sitting beside him while everyone else took off to run a few laps as punishment. But then I got up to run the laps too. Not sure if someone told me to or if I just thought I was supposed to.

Normally when we ran laps, our running path was a simple triangle. We’d run down the field to this big tree near where the varsity practiced, turn and run past the J.V’s practice area to another big tree where the cheerleaders practiced, turn and make our way back to the freshman practice area.

But that time was real punishment. Instead of the normal triangle route, we were made to run along the outside of the entire field. Our practice field was a big park, surrounded by hills and a creek on one side.

Here’s a Google Earth screenshot of the field. Looks like they cut down a lot of the trees that used to be there.

We had to run along the outside of the field three times. When we finished our laps, Fred was sitting on the picnic table recovering from nearly being killed by the entire freshman team. But then, one of the coaches made him run the laps that the rest of us had just finished.

That was a bad year to be on the Lapeer Steelers’ freshman team. The years before that, Delbert Anderson was the head coach. Delbert was a good coach and a true role model, and the assistant coaches were all good guys. My dad was one of the assistant coaches.

But that last year that Fred and I were on the freshman team, Delbert Anderson and the other coaches from the past years had moved up to coach the J.V.. Several of the new coaches were stupid assholes, true posers putting on some pretentious military-wannabe act.

My dad was one of the defense coaches that year, but he usually arrived late because of his job. He worked as a painter at an auto body shop in Rochester. I imagine if my dad had been there when that thing happened to Fred, he would have beat the shit out of the assistant coach who set it into motion.