"...the beginning of the end"

(life gets better tonight)

actually, life got a little better last night with the encore performance of one of the best two hours of television i have ever witnessed. those two hours were the lost, season 3, finale, "through the looking glass.", the episode that redefined the endless possibilities for the show through the mind-blowing realization at the end of the event that we had just witnessed lost's first "flash-forward". not only was taking that trip again last night a more than pleasurable experience even on the second go-round, but abc made it even more worthwhile in creating a "pop-up" experience to go along with the show. unbelievable. i was tense as i watched (and read) last night, though i knew everything that was about to happen. that's one of the reasons that my crush on this show grows worse with each new chapter. not only is the story as deep and interesting as anything that's been on television since the x-files, but the creators and masterminds that make and design the show are absolute experts in pacing and suspense. in addition to that, they are so fully aware of the universe they've created and the (larger than your average) cult that lives vicariously in it that they know exactly what buttons to push in order to manipulate our experience into being as gripping as possible.

have there been a couple missteps along the journey? sure. the nikki and paulo storyline was annoying. the nikki/paulo-centric show that buried them for good was an unnecessary exercise in style and a bit too reactive to every lost fan wanting them to go away, but it was still worth watching. the weird scheduling of the show has been bothersome and after finally getting it right and deciding to do the final three seasons in three separate, 16 consecutive week jolts, this idea looks now to be interrupted by the stupid writer's strike. when will we get to see the second half of season four??? who knows. let's wait and worry about that two months from now.

and so, tonight, season four cometh. if you are not on the island yet, it's not too late. the two-hour night of fabulous-ness this evening kicks off with a recap hour that will take a look back at the main storylines that we've followed through the first three seasons. the most reverential to the show, mainstream media critic you will find, doc jensen of entertainment weekly, gives us his preseason cheat sheet here.

if you are not watching this show and claim to like things that are better than american idol, you are either being stubborn or foolish. if you like suspense, this show is for you. if you like romance, there is a romantic quadrangle (thank you, pop-up lost) to die for. if you've ever questioned your faith, the island can be your sanctuary. if you've ever found yourself blindly following or in love with someone or something so deeply that you would risk your life and the lives of others for it, there are at least four separate storylines, just tonight, you could find solace in. if you like being invested in something that you can talk about with your friends for hours, watch the premiere and you'll be hooked. i promise. if i am wrong, you can tell me tomorrow.

do i sound urgent? am i placing too much importance in my (and your) viewing a television show? you are damn right i am. because even the most enlightened of us watch tv. sometimes to escape. sometimes to drone out. sometimes, selfishly, to remind ourselves that our lives aren't as crappy as the people on reality tv or that "we" are a lot smarter than "them". so, if we are all going to waste some time with our friend, the tv, you might as well waste time with the best it has to offer, right?

in the season 3 opener, the image of others-ville was branded into my long-term memory. i can only imagine what awaits tonight.

jacob, my initial reaction will be on your blog tonight. fare thee well to those that think they are too cool, too good, too smart, too busy or "watch too much tv already to add another show to my free time." it's your loss.

it's my lost.

when espn personalities go wrong

there are days that i sit and wish that someone would pay me to blog about sports all day. then there are days i think that and then remember that market is probably already covered. if i were being paid, though, and didn't have to wait until i had a free hour or so to sit down and post, i wouldn't be five days late on all of this hitting the fan. it really is an interesting non-story, so if you haven't been reading a lot of sports blogs this week, i'd recommend you catching yourself up. if this hits the week of the super bowl and not the week before the big game, not only would this have not had "legs", but there's a good chance we never would have heard about it. the short version is that dana jacobson, co-host of espn2's weekday morning show, first take, went and got herself a lot drunk at a roast for espn radio and tv personalities mike and mike. during her sloppy, "funny" rant in the direction of notre dame alum, mike golic, dana vomits out, among other things, "f... notre dame.", "f... touchdown jesus." and, for good measure, "f... jesus." awesome. now, there are all sorts of things to take into account here, mind you. first, it's a roast. these things tend to get nasty on their way to and from being funny. the event wasn't televised, so it's not like the wasted talking head was spewing her anti-everything venom at 8 year-olds hoping to catch some world series of poker. and, of course, she was drunk. not that that excuses anything, but i have never heard a drunk person utter any one original thought. the booze had eliminated all filters and common sense from her rational brain and replaced those things with memories of frat parties fused with some bad andrew "dice" clay routine and out came her weak attempt at "getting the party started".

espn has suspended jacobson for a week, for whatever it is worth. she's come out and said she was stupid. she really doesn't hate notre dame or jesus. well, maybe not jesus. and now, her bosses are putting the story to bed. everyone seems to be getting in super bowl mode, except for one vocal group that has blown up local sports-talk radio shows all week. that group? you guessed it. christians.

oh, how the christians that took the time to call in and bitch about this story were offended. i heard callers talk about how jacobson should be fired. how she is a metaphor for what a persecuted group christians in this country are now becoming. i heard suggestions of a boycott of espn. i heard almost everything except the first phone call offering some grace in the direction of the disgraced anchor. maybe i've just been listening at the wrong time. maybe the morning drive guys were screening out all the reasonable callers to help their ratings and stir their "christian" listeners into a frenzy. maybe. or maybe this is just another example of what makes me sad about my religion in general.

my religion that people are tuning out at a scary rate. my religion that makes me think that i don't blame them. i wondered on several occasions last week if these callers, these christians had taken time, before they called, to think about their worst mistake ever. the kind of mistake that you don't tell people about. the kind of mistake that you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy. after thinking about their worst mistake, i wondered if they thought about that mistake being broadcast on youtube or the evening news and, all of a sudden, they found themselves branded with a scarlet whatever letter according to their "crime." i thought about that. and then i thought if the world or, hell, my friends knew of my worst mistake that they probably wouldn't want to be my friend anymore. that the world would find it pretty easy to make fun of me.

i thought about my worst mistakes again this morning in sunday school when the latter part of our discussion revolved around how to handle sharing a church with people that screw up or make us uncomfortable.

after leaving sunday school, like i have several times this week, i thought about grace. receiving grace. offering grace. how, in theory, grace is a marvelous thing. in practice, though, we are lacking most of the time. at least, in the offering department we are. we are so brutally quick to judge. to convict. to damage. to throw stones. and people who are on the fence with the whole god and jesus thing must look at us and either laugh or rejoice that they are not part of our club.

i want to be a part of a club that i don't have to make excuses for. a place where, if i fall, someone will be there to pick me up immediately. not wait and pick me up after they've talked about me behind my back and let enough time pass to "forgive" me of my sins.

dana jacobson, drinking too much and then poking fun at people isn't my cup of tea. i actually think it's kind of a waste of time. i don't want to sound like i am defending the actual acts that motivated people to start poking you with a stick. so, you screwed up.

don't we all?

i don't really know you, but...

(hannah and caroline and me, part seven)

never has any one image gotten me as stoked to see or do anything as this picture amped up my impatience to see the new batman movie coming out this summer. there is hype for something unseen as evidenced by the recent marketing campaign for cloverfield or what we've seen in the past for movies like godzilla, blair witch project or jurassic park. but the above image is something different. like the ads for the aforementioned movies, the image of heath ledger as joker implies a danger or a monster lurking in the shadows, but it also defines that danger with enough subtlety (or lack thereof) that our imagination is left with countless directions to go in as we, the moviegoer, must wait for months, still, before we see the new incarnation of an old enemy come to life onscreen.

today, heath ledger died. a bummer indeed even for someone like me that wasn't necessarily a heath ledger "fan". but a bummer still for with any loss, we are forced to race back into reality and be sad for this person we didn't know and ask who of those left behind will comfort the ones hurt most by his passing. we are ripped away from our art as escapism and view the scary image and coming movie for what they are, distractions.

distractions from hurt. distractions from confusion. from anger. from pain. from mourning. from the fact that life is way too fragile for us to actually comprehend most of the time.

hannah fell out of her chair tonight at dinner. she's ok. a little embarrassed, but she's fine. she was never in any real danger of seriously hurting herself by falling out of her chair, but the chair was just a metaphor. "listen to your parents or life will hurt you." after tonight, she can go one of two ways. she can remember the bump from the floor and sit on her bottom from now on. or she can remember the pain only lasting a minute, not being nearly as bad as we had led her to believe and now ask us for a taller chair to sit in during dinner because now she is looking for a new and more dangerous risk involved with not listening to her parents.

caroline hasn't had a brush with danger yet, but she will. it's really a wonder how parents ever sleep at night with as many things that "could" go wrong at any given moment of any given day.

please forgive my weak attempt to link the passing of a celebrity to the anxiety that comes with being a father to the want to never think about anything serious. i have to believe my head being in the clouds the last few weeks is as close as i'll ever get to being "hormonal". but today, for whatever reason, i'll attach a new and more significant meaning to the coolest movie poster i've ever seen aside from a young anakin skywalker casting the shadow of darth vader. and i'll think of my children. and never wanting them to leave the house. and forcing them to home school. and listen to nothing but veggietales. and only watch pbs cartoons. and v-chip mtv. and never cuss. and only watch fox news. and then...

i'll wake up.

if you ask me, i don't know anything

props to free darko for pointing me in the direction of this killer photo.

it's almost been two weeks since the latest robbery at the store. two weeks to digest that i very well could have died in the backroom of a pet supply store if i didn't play my cards right. two weeks to second-guess my decision to leave three of my employees trapped in the office with the second gunman while i escaped to get help. almost two weeks to go over and over and over every minute detail of the event. two weeks of watching the video every single morning when i get to the store like it's a bad car wreck that i can't avoid and can't help but remind myself of. two weeks of listening to the people that i care about, with one exception, wonder aloud to me why in the world i was and am still working for psp. it's been two weeks. so, what has changed? has anything gotten better?

at the store, i guess things have gotten "better". maybe a little safer. my boss has been in the parking lot at night every night since jan. 6th to cast a set of eyes down the dark alley that the criminals have traveled down to see us all four times. the good police of the birmingham east precinct, at least a few of them, seemed to have taken the robberies almost as personal as we have and have been a stronger presence around the store. they've been more than happy to come and see us out at night. we've installed panic buttons in the store which, according to kiker, will, at the very least, alert the police to find the dead bodies in the store in a more timely fashion if the robbers come back and something goes wrong. ah, that's my kiker. always the optimist. we've been more aware of cars loitering in the parking lot. we've continued to mix up our routines. we've gotten pretty good at profiling every young black person (ugh.) that comes in the store with a hooded sweatshirt on. we've talked to crime prevention officers. we're going to get more cameras installed outside. we've come a little closer as a staff. yeah, i guess things have gotten a little "better"...

..but i don't know if anything has changed. not for me. not yet. i am scared when i get close to the store. i am scared of being watched. i am scared of "what could happen". i am scared of "it" happening again. my heart starts to race every time i think of being placed in a similar position to the one i was in on the evening of jan. 6th. after sundown, i find myself wanting to be in the office. i feel a little more safe there. not that being in the office would make any sort of difference if someone came in again. i find myself worrying that jason (my assistant manager that left the company on jan. 7th.) made the smartest decision of us all when he decided to get out while the getting was good. all of which brings us to the obvious question that keeps getting asked...

"and you are still at the store why?"

to me, the answer is a very simple one. why not? what? you don't think i've taken my family into account? you don't think i haven't thought (at some point in almost every minute of every day) about what they would have to go through if my being stubborn left them without a husband and a father? you don't think i know that i could find another "job" that would pay me just as much and allow me the same peace of mind i had at the store before oct. 27? i've thought and i know all of these things, but really, is that who you want me to be? someone that allows some random guys with guns to run me away from something that i think is important? something that could be and can be looked at as way more than "just a pet store"? this is my home, folks! this is my community! this is where i choose to be. you are right. it's not as white as it used to be. who gives a fuck? social and economic circumstances have led some people in the community to turn to desperate measures to make it through their day. therefore, as a result of some of those measures, my home is perceived to be "going downhill". maybe this perception is more reality than i would like to give it credit for being. or maybe the people that keep barking about how "bad" of a place huffman is becoming are the ones that have already left or are in the process of leaving. truly i ask you, how many of your neighbors are criminals? do you know for sure? do you even know your neighbors? maybe that's part of the problem. maybe that's part of the solution.

huffman is not "the ghetto", but what does that even fucking mean? huffman is not a war zone and it will not be until the things that have happened at my store become the rule and not the exception. i do not see that happening. not yet anyway. i don't have enough time to go to city council meetings and candlelight vigils, but i do have time to work. and i do have time to write. and i do have time to pray. and i pray that some of you that are bothered by what is going on around us might not just come to church in huffman and then go shop in trussville but that you might start putting your money and your time where your mouth is.

problems, in theory, do not fix themselves. i understand the want and need to feel safe. i want that too, more than anything. at least, i want it back. but peace of mind is something that i am willing to sacrifice for a period of time if my staying put can be used as even the smallest of testimonies to argue against huffman being "not what it used to be".

i no longer believe (not that i ever really did) that my finding myself running a business in the middle of huffman was an accident or "lucky break". i believe that, for whatever reason, there is a purpose for my being there and maybe the events of the last three months have something to do with it. of course, then again, maybe they don't. but this is what i believe. so i ask you, kindly, do not ask me to leave my store. i wouldn't have it. i will not have it. it's my store. it's my home.

is it yours?

reunited
(and it feels so good)


there were all sorts of profound lessons to be learned from having brian "home" for the holidays this past christmas. some of them were simple, like remembering that it was fun to talk to him and be in his company. some of them go way, way deeper.

it's not that i wondered if i would ever have a chance to see him again or regain a relationship that we lost long ago, but, in actuality, i wondered if i would ever have a chance to see him again or regain a relationship that we lost long ago. we didn't hit the way back machine and chart the last time i had a conversation with him where he was 100 percent sober, but it had to have been a very long time since. time spent in and out of rehab. time spent in and out of my mother's house. time spent in and out of my house. time spent in and out of my aunt's house. time spent fathering a child that he misses very much now. and finally, time spent moving away to south florida, moving away and having the light bulb come on. i could wax philosophical on all the reasons that i think he came out of the darkness of his drug and alcohol induced past when he did, but those reasons don't really make any difference going forward. what makes a difference is that the past seems to lie in the past now. and that's a huge step. one that, in some regards, i haven't been able to take myself.

brian and i share and shared a past that could be described as, how do you say, unpleasant. for the longest time, we allowed that past to dictate and define our actions even if we didn't want it to. we made decisions that took our lives in radically different directions. we made decisions that, for one reason or another, took us farther apart from one another than i ever thought possible. for a long, long time, the only constant that either of us had in our lives was each other. i realized how important that was way too late.

most things in life subscribe to the "out of sight, out of mind" notion. it's just easier that way. if something that you once held dear takes a backseat to the newest girl, the newest car, the newest gaming station, the newest next best anything, something that you thought could not be improved upon ends up on the trash heap of faded memories. i am thankful that my brother was different. i am thankful that no matter how mad i was at him, that no matter how much i didn't understand his situation, i didn't stop caring. sometimes, it hurt too much to think about him every day. but something inside me wouldn't let him stray too far from my normal routine. sometimes i would ignore his phone calls. sometimes i wouldn't return his messages (some of you just grinned and said to yourself, "at least i am not the only one."). at those times, i didn't know what to say. "i love you" seemed too cheesy. too easy. too deflective of everything that i wanted to spit out but knew that i didn't have time to mention.

when brian came home for the holidays, i didn't have time to say everything that i wanted. he had other things that he wanted and needed to do while he was here. i still had to work. but my hope prior to his coming was fulfilled, and that's all that matters. i wanted, more than anything, to want to see him again soon. and i do.

i wish he was in town now. his comment on my last post makes me want that even more. i like to fancy myself pretty tough and rough around the edges, but brian is the o'kelley that has actually been around the block. he's the one that i wish i could unleash on the guys that have put fear and uneasiness into my daily drive to work. as wonderful as sarah and my friends have been over the last week, brian has crossed my mind more than once. i've wanted him in the parking lot at night, not my boss or the cops, watching my back. i think i'd feel more safe with him here. as messed up as my head is right now, i think he would be able to help me figure some things out.

it's selfish of me to want him back now that he's made a better life for himself seventeen hours (by greyhound bus) away. but then again, i can be a pretty selfish guy. i still hope for the best for him. but more than ever, i hope that our visits come at a more frequent clip than once every two years.

it's not often that my wishes come true. it's not often that i wish. but i am glad to feel like i have my brother back. the one that i always knew was still in there. the one that i grew up with. fought with. played with. cried with. the one that threw a throwing star at me once because i always knew how to push his buttons.

love you too, bro.

HOLY FUCK!!!
(it's a gun!)
((part two))



(clears throat) would all persons at this meeting whose foreheads have been pressed into with the business end of an ak-47 assault rifle please come forward? ...

anyone...

anyone?

it's not that i have been dodging the "should i cuss or not" question since i brought it up a couple weeks ago. to be honest, i have been waiting for something to happen to me that would allow my ridiculous argument of "why i should" to be placed in it's proper context.

sunday night, something happened.

so, if you would kindly humor me, good and righteous people of robinson springs united methodist church (just the douche-y ones that wrote their pastor on christmas day and told them that he shouldn't link his blog to one that contains dirty words...not the actual good and honest and human ones), please enlighten me to the "holier" words that you would have spoken aloud or in your heart if a crazy-ass pet store robber (one that was in your store only two weeks ago) places a military-issue assault rifle to your head and you were unsure of his intent to use it. in the same moment, you were unsure if you had seen your wife, your two daughters, your friends, your family that may or may not like you, your employees or any other person that shares this earth with you for the last time. what words would you have chosen to emote in this "somewhat unpleasant" situation? "fiddlesticks!"? "oh, poop!"? "dadblammit!"? "ah, pickles!"? something else? you tell me. i would love to be ingrained with something other than the words that i chose after the situation resolved itself. those words were "fuck me!", and "shit." among others. i called the criminals "cocksuckers." i called their mothers worse. i called their friends and anyone that enjoyed their company much, much worse (they, you see are part of the problem. the mother may have disowned the sons long ago, hence i let her off the hook a little bit.) in the moments that i realized that my life was spared for the second time in just over three months, in the moments that i was grateful that my assistant manager's life was spared for the second time in two weeks (!!!), i could not resist the temptation to projectile vomit towards the heavens words that made me feel better about my current situation. and so i did. loudly and with defiance.

not defiant towards god, mind you. i truly believe that god couldn't give a shit (gasp!!!) about the words that come out of my mouth minus if those words might cause one of my brothers or sisters "to stumble". do i admit that my potty-mouth may have affected someone, even some young one, in a negative way more than once? absolutely, i do. and that's something i am working on. but i'll get back to this in a minute. not defiant towards god, mind you, but defiant with the small hope that the two guys running away from my store could hear my cries of rage and with the small hope that they understood that they, themselves, would need god's assistance to rip me off their ass if we ever happened upon each other at a time they were not carrying a gun.

i grew up in homes where the "cuss" words i use today were used as perfectly acceptable nouns, adjectives and adverbs. not that i am trying to justify anything. i am just being forthright. i inherited my blue tongue quite honestly. you, whoever you are, may not have grown up in such a home. your home might have replaced my words with other words that you said when you were so pissed off that you wanted to throw your cat at a wall. but, instead of hurting one of god's creatures, you chose to yell at the top of your lungs, "PINEAPPLE CHERRYCAKES!!!" does that really make your choice of words any less offensive? really? if you use any combination of letters and guttural sounds to express your displeasure, even if they don't rhyme with "shit" or "piss", haven't you still lost control in some way? hmm....

i lose control in small ways all the time, in bigger ways sometimes and in big, nasty ways hardly ever. but in all three instances, i usually use some combination of these. if you don't? awesome. if you do? awesome. if it bothers you to see them here? turn me off. i am ok with that. if i offend off everyone that ever happens across this page, that is fine. i hope you enjoy your time here, but if not, it's not for you. turn me off.

i am a bruised, beaten-down, imperfect and, at times, very lonely man. this is my journey. this is part of my life, living for my god and my family, living for you to see. sometimes, i get mad. sometimes, i cuss. sometimes, i have good reason. sometimes, i do not. sometimes, i care. sometimes, i care not.

sanctification is tough for me. i bet it is for you too. i wish you well on your journey. and i wish you less well today, you ignorant pieces of shit that scared the piss out of me and my employees again sunday night, than i will tomorrow. that's how it works. each day you heal. each day you move forward. some days, bricks hit your ass in the face and knock you backward.

(cue allen iverson impression) words??? words??? we gonna talk about words??? you gonna question my heart in the game, man???? or you wanna talk about words???

question my words, you may. question my heart, you may not.

i will prove you wrong.

"let's die while we're young!!!"
(but now i'm too old for that)


according to pitchfork, the best music of any given year usually happens off the beaten path, somewhere on a record label far, far away, miles away from actual radio airplay. according to rollingstone, the best music may, in fact, happen in the mainstream or close to it by bands that you've heard of and by bands that make multiple albums because consumers tend to buy records by these bands and allow them to develop their craft and career instead of being a shooting star that fades after one blast of an indie album. both could be right. both could be wrong. through my 31-plus years, i have found no more divisive a subject than what "good music" is or isn't. it's all really in the ear of the beholder. it's all about what touches you at a certain point in your life and what doesn't. it's not usually about how well a band plays their instruments or even how good the band is at writing songs. what it's about is whether you like the music or not. that's it. that's all that matters. kurt cobain was a pretty decent songwriter, a pretty crappy guitar player but surrounded himself with a decent bass player and the most amazing drummer of my era to create one of my favorite albums ever in nevermind. billie joe armstrong plays nothing but powerchords, but dookie and american idiot would make my top 50 albums of all time easily. nickelback plays the same song over and over again, gives it a new title and sell millions of records. i hate them, but a lot of people don't. i can't take that away from them. i think u2 kind of sucks. i have no interest in radiohead for the same reason i have no interest in the patriots. that being because i keep hearing how "incredible" they are but what i've heard and seen tells me otherwise.

all that said, who's to say what's good and what's not. who's to waste time and energy creating a completely subjective list based on their own biased and short-sighted listening habits?

well, me of course.

as i mentioned last post, i bought 19 records last year. a top ten would be kind of silly and a top five even seems like i am watering down the field. so, i give you my top three spins for 2007 (kind of) and my commentary as to why these three were "better" than the rest.

3. jimmy eat world - chase this light - you've probably read it ten different places by now, but this album is just a good, happy one. there are a couple tracks that are worth turning up and rocking out to, but, for the most part, this is very much a pop record. it's full of sing-along choruses, "oohs" and "ahhs", handclaps and enough bounce that hannah will listen to three or four songs with me with no complaints whatsoever. there is one completely horrible, throwaway track, but, thankfully, my skip button works and i have erased it from the album in my head. i was wary that this album would disappoint me, but it did not and will not for several months to come i am sure.

2. the format - dog problems - the reason for my qualifying "kind of" is this record, because i was late to the party on it. it hit stores late in 2006 and i spent some of my christmas 2006 money on it the first week of january, 2007. it's, by far, the poppiest album i've bought in ten years and it remains in my car and rotation to this day. like jimmy eat world, there is one completely horrible, throwaway track, but it does not take away from the sugary-sweet goodness that is this album on the whole. i only really notice distortion in one song, which is very, very weird for something that i am so into, but the vocals and harmonies are beautiful and will get stuck in your head for months. hannah also approves of this album and would probably rate track six as her favorite of the year. "play it again, daddy!!!" you don't even have to twist my arm.

1. a wilhelm scream - career suicide - a lot of similarities between this album and the propagandhi album that topped my list two years ago. i usually don't get too hung up on how technically proficient a band is, as i mentioned in my intro. but, with a wilhelm scream compared to every other punk band, minus propagandhi, that i listen to, the difference is so noticeable that i can't help but be in awe. over the top of the power chords you can hear every note of the lead guitar as it and the bass usually drive the song and my foot to start tapping the floorboard of my car. it doesn't sound sloppy. it's not overdone (take note, coheed). it's just perfect, aggressive music with just enough catchiness to keep you immediately coming back for more so that the rest of the song can suck you in. there are political themes and plenty of angst for anyone that is finding it hard to find something to be pissed about, but for an aging punk rocker with very few punk purchases in 2007, it warms my heart that this band made me the happiest this year. obviously, it's not for everybody. but if you fancy rock music, then i would highly recommend adding this to your collection.

honorable mention:

amy winehouse - back in black - my token non-sexual female singer-songwriter crush of the year.

songs of the year:

when you were young - the killers
dog problems - the format
rehab - amy winehouse
1,2,3,4 - feist
here it goes - jimmy eat world
check request denied & die while we're young - a wilhelm scream

new year, new layout
(part two)


it just made sense. when i was looking around at my options on the blogger template page, only one jumped out at me. if i was going to change my current color scheme and layout (which i've grown quite fond of), it would have to be something that, in my mind, would help define the year to come. that being said and considering this will be the year that alabama makes "the jump" back into national prominence, the only layout and color scheme that made sense was one that made you read through crimson and white colored glasses every time you visited this page. and now, we have it. the new layout accompanied with a new name. as my eyes continue to age with the rest of my body, the world is no longer blurry through just my left eye but both. i thought about going with something a little more "artsy-fartsy" and changing the name of the blog to "the world's a little blurry through my mind's eye." i, actually, like that one, and you might see it grace the top of this page somewhere in the future. for this year, though, it will be "hannah and caroline and me". for this year, i will let the title remind me every time i visit my own page of the reason that i started this venture in the first place. that reason being that one day down the road i would like my girl(s) to be able to look back at their formative years and have a small glimpse into what made their daddy tick when they were too young to remember for themselves. a mission statement is easy to stray from if you do not keep it front and center. just ask huffman united methodist church. for at least the next 366 days, the mission statement of this page will never be farther than a click away. it will help me stay centered and on point, hopefully, when i sit down to write. it will help me to maintain my focus...

speaking of focus, next lie the resolutions, my resolutions, for this new year.

1) start getting right with god...maybe this should've been my number one last year. maybe it should be that way every year. but let's be honest, all of us that subscribe to being god-fearers are not always fearing god. for me, i fear god the most when i feel out of control and it's in those times that i tend to turn to him. i am the first to admit that this is the wrong approach, but that just proves my point. i only admit that it's the wrong approach when i feel like i am in control. being in control is something that i crave. something that i need. something that i work for and, at times, am good at. god has seen it fit to give me the confidence that i am seeing him more clearly than i ever have before. seeing his will. seeing how my actions can fit into and affect his plan. i should at least respect that confidence with an eye towards turning my recent spiritual comfort into tangible results. most likely, this will result in one of two things. either my family will feel like huffman is turning the corner to be truly relevant again, or i will start lobbying kiker, andy and others close to me to start something that is. start getting right with god...that's got a nice ring to it.

2) don't give up on huffman (the community, not necessarily my church)...my store has suffered through three robberies (2) or attempted robberies (1) in less than two months. in the last week, i have fought the temptation to profile every single customer that comes into the store as the next guy that is going to put a gun in my or one of my employees' face. i've been asked if i'd like to purchase a gun "for my safety". i've wondered if it is time to find a job in a place that i am not nervous to be after it gets dark. but i can't give up, right? i can't just chalk it up to "this area is going downhill." isn't that too easy? doesn't that do a disservice to those that are like me? that want the best for their community and fellow man? of course it does. so, i am resolved to not give up this year. or any year.

3) don't get fat...that this has fallen two spots from last year doesn't mean it's any less important to me. it just means numbers "1" and "2" are more important.

4) drive fast and safe to the emergency room when it's time...sarah has a hunch and my guess is that she may be right. this is the year hannah breaks her first bone. hopefully not. but it just makes too much sense. just this morning she tried to do a "backflip" off the couch without warning us. as a father to zero boys, this kind of warms my heart that hannah doesn't seem to have a whole lot of fear when it comes to throwing her body around. in another way, it scares me to death. i reassert that i am in no way rooting for her to hurt herself. i am just resolving to get her to the hospital as fast as i can when she does.

5) eat more ribs. i am not sure what happened this year, but i don't think that i made it to dreamland more than six times. that. is. unforgivable. it's one thing if you are allergic to ribs or meat. it's an altogether different thing if you are not. i am not. i will not make any promises about music this year, but andy and kiker, i ask for your assistance in making sure this resolution holds true.

6) don't throw up...this is never going to happen, but there is no feeling that i feel that comes closer to imminent death than the feeling i get when i throw up. the prolonged heave that seems to last an hour and prevents one from breathing until the very last moment before one might pass out is one of god's cruelest jokes. sure, sure. i get that you are usually purging something evil from your insides, but if i could go twelve full months without throwing up, those would be a good twelve months.

7) go to the iron bowl...i know this is pretty specific, but i might as well shoot for the stars rather than wasting my wanderlust on vague wishes like "go to a tuscaloosa game".

8) don't start smoking...i have to throw a "gimme" in for good measure to counterbalance the tougher ones and raise my spirits during times of trial.

9) make christmas less "busy"...hannah being born on christmas makes this hard. it really does. but i'd like to have one christmas that doesn't involve five steps and four stops. not that everyone has to come to us, but it would be fun to tone it down from "thank god christmas is over. i am glad i get to go to work tomorrow." to "hmm. that could have been a lot more stressful. good show."

10) see brian again...maybe this time i can meet him in sunny florida.

11) close this chapter as it relates to my father...i saw him one time all year. it's the first time in many, many years that we haven't spoken on my birthday or christmas. maybe all that means the chapter is closed for us. for some reason, though, i don't feel a sense of closure yet. maybe i never will. but i'd like to put this behind me if i can and think about something else for a while. something more pleasant.

happy 2008. may your year be anything other than stagnant. talk more. stop fucking lying. to yourself and to others. be a man. or a woman. just be real. whatever that means for you.

what's the perfect christmas gift for someone with no driver's license?
(a gas card, of course)


there are really too many things on my mind to decide what i'd like to write about this afternoon. i am still processing seeing my brother again (although the exit polls are predicting good things for the relationship moving forward.). i've thought about a "year in review", but i guess most of that is somewhat chronicled in the previous 86 posts. i am still thinking about my annual music year review, but i am not quite ready to put that one up just yet. there are all sorts of year-end lists up and about, though, so if you are looking for some guidance on how to spend your best buy giftcards, good recommendations are everywhere. i'll let you see mine in the next week or so. the most intriguing and heavy thought i have currently has to do with a blog that is no longer in existence and that the reason, partially, has to do with me. you may or may not have taken the time to peruse chris perry's blog that's linked off my page. he wasn't the best at updating it (wink, wink) anyway, but it was removed from the blog-iverse christmas day due to some "concerned" members of his congregation. why were they concerned you might ask? because, among a couple other things, he had linked his blog to mine. mine, as you, dear reader, are well aware contains "inappropriate language" and his concerned members didn't think it was right for him to publicly condone or advertise such blatant disregard for the baby jesus as when a fellow christian says, "shit." in short, chris removed his blog out of respect to his "concerned" and whether he should have or not (as well as if i should cuss or not) is worth a great post and a great debate. i am not quite ready for that one yet either, but i will be soon. if you have any thoughts on the short version, i'd love to hear them....having said all that, i've decided to use today to look back on what were my resolutions for the year 2007 and see how i fared. i am a little nervous. i can't even remember half of what i said. here's hoping it wasn't because i had already failed with half of them. let's see.

1) don't get fat. this is my number one every year, and up 'til now, i've been blessed in that i really don't have to try. i've got a pretty good metabolism working for me. i work out three times a week. i play a sport (softball, basketball, and now flag football) year-round. i never eat more than twice a day. twice a year it seems i catch some sort of vomit-inducing stomach virus where i lose ten pounds in eight hours. those are the positives. the negatives? my diet sucks. way too much fast food. way too much of something called trans-fat. don't even know what the hell that is. don't want to know. i just know it's bad. sooner than later, the diet thing is going to catch up with me. i can't make fat jokes if i, too, am fat. most of my "make sarah's eyes roll material" will be lost if i can't make fat jokes. so, again, number one is don't get fat.

done. i didn't get fat, which is great. i had to give up my bench, but i've developed my own little "rocky training montage" workout that is working out, pun intended, ok. i don't feel quite as "pumped up", but i feel like i am doing fine. don't get fat? not this year, dammit.

2) don't die. let's not even wonder how this might affect the people around me. let's just focus on me. i've written about my deathdreams. best line i heard all year was from brand new. "i'm not scared of death. i'm a little bit scared of what comes after." i concur. i kind of "die" every night when i fall asleep. then i wake up, though. my mind is not at peace yet with the not waking up part. should be, but isn't. just being honest. so, right behind don't get fat is don't die.

that you are reading this is full-blown proof that i was successful with this resolution too.

3) be a better husband and father. i did ok with both of these last year. could be better. want to be better. don't let this being third on the list fool you. it's a really close third. you don't understand how much i don't want to be fat and die.

through the first eight months of the year, i feel like i did pretty good with this one. upon caroline's arrival, i backslid a little. that's not to say that i became a crappy husband and father. it's just to say that i could have been a lot more supportive in a lot of ways. the toughest part of the new baby was the simple fact that she was a baby, fully needy and hungry and crying and not able to tell me that i was doing an ok job of comforting her. i wasn't ready to go from my 4-going-on-fourteen year-old hannah to having a baby in the house again. i am getting better, though.

4) make you smile. whoever you are, if you are around me, i want to be a bright spot on your day and not a dark one.

this is probably going to be two straight misses with this one. if i can't claim to be a constant beacon of light in my own house, i have a feeling i wasn't always joe zippity-doo-dah outside of it either.

5) decide on what i am going to do to with the whole church thing. am i going to commit or not? this definitely goes back to the heart vs. brain battle from the last post.

well, i decided. and we went back. joined the "seeds" class. helped usher in a change in attitude and name (to the "weeds" class). here's hoping that whatever is ushered in next year continues to trend positive.

6) try and write more. writing makes me happy. i slacked off a little towards the end of the year. i should try harder.

let's look at the stats. 81 posts in 2006. this will make 87 for 2007 with a likely 88 on monday. technically, i win this one even if i still didn't have a chance to post as often as i felt like i had something to get off my chest.

7) buy good music. at least 25 purchases for the year. do not be "that guy" that resigns himself to the records he has in his collection already. keep buying new music. (soon to be bought: from 2006 - the format and the decemberists...2007 - the shins and fall out boy)

back to the stats. i am sitting at 19 purchases for the year, with maybe one more to go if i can get out to target or best buy by monday. i haven't stopped buying music, but my pace seems to be setting itself more realistic at between 15-20 for a year.

8) go back to an alabama football game. home schedule this year is too good not to.

did not make it to tuscaloosa, but did make it to one of bama's six wins in nashville. this counts, right?

9) keep bad-mouthing alabama basketball. you lose to arkansas by 27 points, you deserve it.

what speaks worse about the state of alabama basketball in my mind? that i bad-mouth the team, or that the team is worth so little attention that i haven't mentioned them all season. this basketball team is my laodicea, and i spit them from my mouth until further notice.

10) fool myself into thinking the braves will be back in post-season this year in order to enjoy baseball.

i did. until a woeful, hovering under .500 post all-star break broke my spirit around the first of september.

11) go back to a falcons game. bobby petrino...meet michael vick. love him. use him. he is the most wonderful toy you will ever be able to play with.

didn't go to a game and this comment is the funniest one, looking back, i made all year. i don't know if petrino ever met vick. he certainly never loved him. couldn't use him. and now they are both gone from the franchise that i had super-high hopes for at the beginning of this year. such a shame.

12) take a vacation.

check. documented it on the blog. a fun trip.

13) see lebron. and steve nash.

tv doesn't count. so, i missed on both of these.

final count? 7 for 13. not too bad. could have been a little better, though. somewhere around mid-january, i'll re-inventory and place some bets on what's to come in 2008 for me and mine. until then, that'll be all.

the kiker claus, part two
(hannah and caroline and me)
((part six))


"In putting on the suit and entering the sleigh, the wearer waives any and all right to any previous identity, real or implied, and fully accepts the duties and responsibilities of Santa Claus, in perpetuity, until such time as the wearer becomes unable to do so, by either accident or design." - the santa clause


from last christmas.

that post from last december pretty much sums it up. not a lot has changed about his motives. not much has changed about his costume. his good-heartedness. his want to bring happiness to children he doesn't know. not much has changed about how good of a guy the man behind the suit really is. not much has changed, but everything has changed.

if you were to create a scale to determine how shitty a person's year could be/has been, with 'one' ranking as "i have no complaints. heaven, truly, is a place on earth." and 'ten' being "wow, so this is what emotional sodomy feels like.", the kiker claus would probably rank his year around the area of a spinal tap-ish 'eleven'. as his friend and without going into any details, i can only tell you it's been rough. a year unlike any other for kiker. a year unlike any other for one of kiker's friends. at times, i have felt like i've been supportive. there are times that i've felt somewhat disconnected. i've wanted to share with kiker that he isn't alone, no matter how often he feels that way. i am sure i've failed him in that regard. i've wanted to reassure him that there is, in fact, a light at the end of the tunnel even if i can't guide him to it. i've wanted to punish those that have made this magnificent human being, a human being with human flaws just like the rest of us, a shadow of his former self at times during this trying year. but it's not my place to do that.

sarah made a good point last night. she said to me that it must be pretty cool to be hannah. most four year-olds might freak out if, on some random december evening not christmas eve, santa claus just shows up at their door. don't get me wrong. she loves it. as kiker claus rang the doorbell last night and hannah ran to the door to see him, she yelled "it's santa claus!!!" but it wasn't the "holy shit. it's santa! let me run and hide!" kind of exclamation. it wasn't expected, but it was something she remembered happening from last year, santa just showing up at her house. we worry about spoiling hannah in a lot of ways. letting her do what she wants all the time. letting her eat candy for breakfast. letting her obsess over being hannah montana. we worry about certain things, but we won't worry that she is already spoiled by the idea that santa coming to see her is becoming part of her christmas routine. we will just feel lucky for her.

with everything that the kiker claus has been through this year, i would not have been surprised if the man behind the suit did not find his alter ego this season. but he did. but he has. while i videotaped hannah enjoying her time with the kiker claus, while caroline was dead asleep on the couch with no idea of the something special that was happening around her, i thought of my friend and his clusterfuck-tastic year. and i thought of how incredible it was for him to be able to forget about all of that, don a santa suit and make children happy. i thought of how strong he must be.

i thought of how proud i was to call him my friend.

thanks, kiker claus. you're the best.

one (two) wedding(s) of a weekend


i don't feel old when i go to the wedding of a young adult that came through my group. ok, maybe i do a little. but, it's more of an odd feeling. almost like i am proud of them, which doesn't make a lot of sense. it's not like i have any claim on them to be proud, really. but that's how i feel. whether people like it or not, whether their parents are 100 percent approving or not, whether "the concerned" talk about them behind their back or not, they take the step. they get in front of family and friends and say, "ok. we are doing this." statistics say that out of the six (i think) so far ex-humc-kevin-o'kelley-era youth members that have joined the club, only three of them will "make it." i hope that's not the case. i hope they all do. i hope they have made the right and ultimate choice with the right and ultimate person that will see them and be with them through their golden years. my fingers are crossed for them.

this weekend has been a weird one for me. my first nights spent away from caroline. my first in quite a long time spent without sarah and hannah. i'll be glad to have them back tomorrow. after the first wedding friday night, i went and picked up a pizza and a movie and came home to the cats. i've told several people that i felt like it was ten years ago. working at the bank, dressed up and watching a movie alone. i enjoyed the "me" time, but it's overrated in a lot of ways. i overrate it. when we are together all the time, i am in a constant search for "me" time. i crave it. even if for only an hour to exercise in peace. to blog. to not have a baby screaming in one ear. to not hear hannah montana in the other. but this isn't what i signed up for, is it? i signed up for a family. i signed up for company that i can take for granted. i signed up for people to love and to annoy me all at the same time. without them, i feel pretty lonely. without them, i feel off. and i think that's a good thing. godspeed tomorrow, girls, and be careful. you'll have a christmas tree waiting for you. that'll be fun, right?

next weekend will be weird too. for the first time in years, i'll have my brother back. back in town. back in the fold for christmas. back for the first time for more than a couple of hours. i am sure that the time is going to fly by. anticipated time always does. i am excited to see how brian wears sober. many of my memories from our childhood have faded or been tainted by me being mad or disappointed in him. i need new memories. memories of us as brothers as adults. with adult conversations. brothers reunited, if only for four days. it should be a very good four days. and if those four days turn into more opportunities to see my brother, then they will be the best four days.

this is starting to feel like another diary post with not a lot to hold the thoughts together. i should stop and start another day. so, i will. but good luck to you, justin (and bride). and good luck to you, sarah o. (and groom). i miss you, my girls. and i can't wait to see you, brian.

oh, michael. where art thou?

a lot's been made today of mike vick's choice (or lack thereof) of clothing in yesterday's sentencing. everyone knows the details. i won't rehash them here. the short version is that he got 23 months in jail, and most of the experts think he'll get out of jail and re-enter society around october of 2009. by then, the nfl season will have started, so the hopes of seeing him in any league before 2010 are few and far between.

2010? that's a long time from now. hannah will be in first grade by that time!!! i am not really into judging whether mike got what he "deserved" or not. some think he should've gotten less. some think he should've gotten more. i just know he should've gotten something. quantifying the length of time he should serve just seems pointless. the point that i mourn today is that i'll never see one of my favorite nfl players ever on the field in the same capacity again. he may come back. but he won't come back as a quarterback that has to learn and run a brand new system at age 30. not that 30 is old (at least i hope not), but in nfl terms, youth and potential will always have favor over a guy that most perceived as a pretty crappy "quarterback" anyway. but i do mourn the loss of him on the field. the utter collapse of the falcons because he's gone. the future for vick and his old team looking grim for several years. it's just a shame.

back to the clothes he was wearing, though. why is this weird? he's in jail. what's he supposed to wear? a suit? that would be just as laughable as the black and white striped get-up is humbling. he's not going to be able to afford a suit when he gets out. no reason to pretend he's something that he's not, that being a free citizen with the right to pick his own clothes out.

so, will the heavy sentence mike vick took make any sort of difference to anyone that's currently fighting dogs? i think, absolutely, that it won't. the longer this has dragged on, that mike took a two year hit seems to me to be because he's mike vick more than what i may have gotten if i was into killing dogs for fun. similar to barry bonds, there are always going to be divisive figures in sports/celebrity. if you happen to fall on the side opposite of those with money and power and influence, you better not slip up. because even if you have money and power yourself, "they" will get you when you slip. similar thoughts have been thrown out with regards to the double-standards present here, but let's just say that we find out tomorrow that brett favre (si's sportsman of the year) has a cousin in mississippi that is running the most expansive cock-fighting ring this country's ever seen. let's say brett owns the property. let's say one night, when brett was somewhat influenced by the alcohol he's consumed around the campfire, brett swings a rooster around like it's a lasso and ends the bird's life prematurely. let's say all this hits the fan tomorrow. does brett favre spend any time in jail? do you really think so? maybe dogs and cocks are different. maybe they aren't. maybe blacks and whites are "different". maybe they aren't. but i do know this. "news"papers, sports cable channels and societies on the whole need villains. mike has always been a villain, for whatever reason. i've never gotten it. i never will.

for the last time here, i'll say that dogfighting sucks. absolutely it does. and mike should've gotten something, paid some price for doing something so inhumane. but outside of that, i do hate to think that i'll never get to see mike vick blowing through a hole and up the field like he was the only player allowed to wear rocket-powered cleats. i'll miss that and i'll always think that "the system" took advantage of him in ways that were not entirely fair.

"when jesus does cool shit, it’s called a miracle, but when tebow does cool shit it’s called hot-dogging. double standard. i consider jesus one of the biggest hot-doggers of all time. 'watch me walk on water because i’m the son of god.'"
(part two)


so, does this mean the holy trinity just became a quartet?

i suspect that it does. i have never heard an athlete give more props to the man upstairs than superman did last night. not that it's a bad thing. not at all. it just rings so weird to me. i didn't know before tebow's docu-piece last night that a doctor had recommended to his parents that, for the mother's own well-being while dreadfully sick, tebow should be aborted. but tebow would not have it. already in communion with powers we regular humans cannot understand, baby tebow told his father from inside the womb to pray harder, which the father did. not only was tebow born, but he was born into a world that did not, previous to last night, believe that underclassmen could win an award as prestigious as the heisman trophy. the doubters now believe. he was born into a world where college quarterbacks could not run for 20 touchdowns and throw for 20 touchdowns in the same season. they now can. he was born into a world that dictated to the young man that for you to be considered a "mobile quarterback", you had to be black or steve young. not anymore. because of tim tebow, it's now ok for white people to be athletic. god bless you, indeed, tim tebow for changing this world for the better.

and damn you to hell, darren mcfadden for not being tim tebow. for not being as outspoken with your god-fearingness. and you, colt brennan, for looking like a douchebag with your fancy passing stats and records. and you, chase daniel, for not being as handsome or as good as the tim tebow you are trying to be. damn you all...right?

i mean, i don't want to be too hypocritical of espn and their collective man-love for tim tebow. but if those other three guys in the room up for the award didn't feel like dirt as they left, they are more firm in their foundation than i would have been in their shoes. the ceremony ended with lee corso and kirk herbstreit agreeing that every parent in the country should wish their child grew up to be like tim tebow (or something like that). this was not confirmed with the families mcfadden, brennan and daniel, but i have to believe that they might have something to say about that.

hero worship is a tricky and thin line to balance on. and that includes worshipping the g-o-d, himself. for, what hope does tim tebow's success allow for people not fortunate enough to own a direct line to jesus? any? a little? a bunch? i mean, i am always in favor of a young person sharing their faith with as many people as possible. being thankful for the gifts that god has given them. shouting their graciousness from the mountaintops (or in front of the cameras). but what if tebow (or any athlete/actor/regular joe) were aware enough to share his faith and a need that their stature could help fill?

"tim, you just won the heisman trophy. what are you feeling?"

"man, i don't know what to say. i do want to give thanks to my lord and savior, jesus christ, and i want those that care to know that the children's place of huffman united methodist church could really use your financial support. the number there is 205-833-7636. christians and non-christians, alike, if you wanna be like tim tebow, you'll wanna give lots of your money and time to the children's place."

"uh. ok, tim. thanks."

or something like that. let's face it. everyone in espn's audience last night knows who jesus is (or is supposed to be). and they also know (because they watch a lot of sports) that thanking god after a game or after something good happens to an athlete has become cliche'. just doing it doesn't carry any weight any more. it's almost become annoying. and yes, i know that opinion is sad, but it's a solid opinion regardless.

rather than just name-dropping, before next season, maybe superman can find some depth to go along with all that praise. maybe he can find a way to use his tremendously large platform for good rather than setting himself up to be a punchline or a caricature.

if he can do that, i truly will have his baby.

to do "christmas" or to not do "christmas"


as a christian, christmas is supposed to be about "something." i am pretty sure that "something" is not throwing up all over ourselves to find our significant others and family something new, bright and shiny. kids are a completely different issue. how else are our young children supposed to learn the joy of giving if they are not given every little thing their heart desires, at least until the myth of santa claus is debunked? when hannah realizes that her mommy and daddy (and grandparents sometimes) are playing the role of santa, we will then transition to teaching her how to lie to her little sister, perpetuating the idea of a living, breathing santa for caroline for as long as possible. "only through the concept of deceit can a person fully understand the idea of truth.", right? surely, some famous person said that. anyway, i digress. i admit that i have always fallen victim to the idea of christmas and spending huge amounts of money on sarah going hand in hand. not one christmas since we have been together have we not gone above and beyond our agreed upon budget and spent money (thoughtfully) to make sure the other was satisfied with their bounty. and then a funny thing happened.

we don't really need anything anymore. and both of us are having a hard time thinking of things that we want. this is the god's honest truth, but we actually entertained the idea this past week of not doing "christmas" for each other. no, we weren't talking about the idea that jesus wasn't born in december or anything like that. we were talking about what "christmas" is really about. the presents. we threw out the idea to each other and i will be frank (you be judy). the idea felt, how do you say, foreign. i don't remember a christmas with no presents. i don't want to remember a christmas with no presents. do we really want to set this kind of precedent? what if we didn't spend money that we don't have on each other, take in hannah's (and caroline's) christmas and birthday and the joy that it will bring her and then realize that we could go to bed christmas night just as content as we ever have? what then? would that be it? would that mean that every christmas, we would remember 2007 and say things like, "remember last year (or remember christmas, 2007?)? we didn't need presents to be happy. why don't we do that again?" well, that idea freakin' scares me to death. what if ps3's drop 200 bucks in price and i want one next christmas? what excuse (holiday) are we going to use to buy a new television? july 4th??? that just doesn't make any sense!!! it's a line i am not sure that i want us to cross.

admittedly, we didn't talk about the idea for long. probably because we both felt weird about it. maybe it was just me. but the idea of christmas and presents is so wired into me, so wired into most of us, that to unplug from that world doesn't seem very worth it unless i could plug into a world where i have superpowers.

i'll definitely let you know how this "discussion" turns out. my guess is that it will end up with some sort of compromise. i'll just give her "permission" to go buy a lot of clothes and she'll "promise" me that a new hdtv might be in the cards before next football season. we'll have to see.

it's an interesting thought, though. trying to take "christmas" and reclaiming it as christmas. i don't know if i am strong enough to do it, but i'd like to be.

praise god from whom all presents flow.

welcome to arkansas!
(land of champions)


it was entertaining yesterday, having the shoe on the other foot. not a full week after their sixth straight victory over alabama, auburn fans and auburn news and auburn's football "coach" were all that jazz on the local sports-talk airwaves. "will he or won't he?" "a deal is on the table." back and forth went the talk-jockeys. my source said this. mine said that. for a full hour prior to lunch, each segment began with the "news" that tuberville could be gone and then the two guys proceeded to debate whether auburn needed tuberville more or vice versa. occasionally, they'd take a phone call from joe auburn fan. more often than not, joe was pretty defensive and good riddance about the whole thing. "if tuberville doesn't want us, then let him go." quite frankly, i don't know if auburn would really miss a beat if tubs went anywhere. from an outsider's point of view, i don't get the impression that he really does anything other than wear a headset and model under armour gear. borges runs the offense. captain mcpottymouth runs the defense. sure, tubby throws a pretty good hissy-fit, but i am not a big fan of coaches that don't have anything to do during the game other than throw tantrums and hold up one finger after a touchdown.

let's face it, auburn, the new car smell is off this era anyway isn't it? the program is solid. recruiting is solid, if not spectacular every year (it has only taken one year for saban to out-recruit auburn and take most the state's best players back). wouldn't it be cool to throw 80 hundred million at petrino again or some other "hot" coach and see if you couldn't take it up a notch for a few years? shoot, i would. but, then again, i am an alabama fan. my glass is half-full already. as for auburn, i wonder if yours isn't half-empty. 13-0 was great. 13-0 should have at least merited a shot at usc. but 13-0 isn't happening again. not anytime soon. not when you lose to georgia and lsu every year. not when you're about to start losing to alabama again sooner than you might let yourself believe.

if i am an auburn fan, i am crossing my fingers that tommy tuberville takes the cash at arkansas and fills their cupboard for years to come with 9-3 to 7-5 records just like he's done at auburn. and i am hoping that petrino comes to auburn and plays the kind of offensive ball that will be necessary to match up in two or three years with teams like georgia, lsu and alabama that will always have more "talent."

it's been fun as an alabama fan with a chip on his shoulder to have something to laugh about late this week. after hearing that julio came on the roundtable talking about oklahoma and florida, i needed a pick me up.

misery does love company. come on in, joe auburn fan. let's watch west virginia hang 60 on pitt and put me one step closer to being "that guy" that got one prediction right one time and rubs it in all his friends' faces for as long as he can (edit: ugh. or watch their starting quarterback and my pick go down in flames. kiker, andy, etc...you are off the hook.).