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He’s the “out there” player, Ricky Williams.  He’s the guy on the team who dances to the beat of a different drummer.  He’s on a different plane, a different course.  His attitude is rather off-the-wall.   I just don’t know if it’s sincere, or can be trusted.
Two years ago, Ricky Williams unceremoniously quit playing for the Miami Dolphins, mere weeks before the regular season was about to begin.  His move caused a season of chaos for the Dolphins, but, ultimately, caused the team to get a coach who apparently is doing great things in making the team better.  He quit, he said at the time, because he was tired of playing football, and wanted to do other things.  So, he was giving up his salary and exploring the world.  Okay, I was upset that his quitting ruined the Dolphins’ chance that year season (not they really had a chance anyway), but I was rather impressed with Ricky for making that bold decision.  Good for him, I thought, for doing what he thought he wanted.  That year, Ricky’s tour of the world was a bit surreal, from an extended camping trip in the Australian outback, to some rather flaky yoga university in upstate California, the media was all over his somewhat “hippie” lifestyle.
Somewhere in there, the news came out that his retirement may not have been quite so altruistic as originally thought.  Turns out he’d likely have been suspended for marijuana use, had he played that year.  That was likely a big reason in why he didn’t play.
Okay, so he probably lied about why he quit.  I can live with that.  He still seemed like a guy who was sincerely trying to find his place in the world.
When the Dolphins came calling him about the little matter of 6 million or so dollars that he owed them because of renigging on his contract, Ricky decided that, rather than do the bankruptcy thing, he’d play football again.  So, through a strange series of circumstances, Ricky Williams came back this year to play football for the Miami Dolphins.  How would the fans react to him?  How would the players react, those whom he bailed on a year earlier?
By all accounts, Ricky was welcomed back by all.  His play throughout the season was impressive enough, bordering on super by the end of the season.  His work-ethic, say his team-mates and coaches, has been most impressive.
And the media, well the media likes getting those off-the-wall Ricky quotes. 
He’s great for sound-bytes, because his personal philosophy just doesn’t seem to jibe with the mentality of a modern-day sports figure.  His latest bit of publicity was typical Ricky:  Because he quit on the Dolphins, he had to play this year for the league minimum salary (about $500.000).  He was recently asked if he’d be willing to play next year for the league minimum again.  He said he didn’t see a problem with it.  Hey, half a million dollars is a lot of money, and who couldn’t live comfortably on that kind of dough?  (that’s a paraphrase.  Of course, come time for his agent to try to renegotiate his contract, I’m sure Ricky will be told to sing a different tune).  Whether it’s sincere or not, it’s nice to hear a professional athlete talk like that.

Personally, I was glad to have Ricky Williams back and hope he’s a Dolphin next year too.  I just can’t fully commit to him like I did in the past, because I’ll always expect tomorrow’s headline to read:  “Williams Quits Football Again”.

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Well, with only one week remaining in the regular season, and then the playoff games left, The Annekenstein Monster’s small but mighty playoff pool is really coming down to the wire.

Here are the standings as of this week:

reverseflash:  130-110 (54.2%)  points:  150   Last Week: 11-5
annekenstein: 130-110 (54.2%)  points:  150  Last Week: 10-6
Jim Simmonds: 127-113 (52.9%)  points:  141  Last Week:  10-6
Graham the Conqerer: 92-102 (47.4%)  points: 82  Last Week: 10-6

Over the course of the season, it had been a two-way battle for first place, between Jim Simmonds and myself, but JS has slipped the past couple of weeks and has some catching up to do.  Reverseflash, early in the season, was down and out but has been coming on strong and is a strong threat to win it all.  I’ve been pretty steady throughout the whole season, and if I don’t win, at least I’ll have that to comfort me.  Graham the Conquerer was right up there at the top the first half of the season, but at one point he forgot (I assume) to enter picks for a week and that pretty much ended his chance.  Like a trooper, though, he’s been playing out the season.
For a brief period, we had a fifth member, Nils, but I believe he only picked one week, or two, then wasn’t heard from again.  After a number of weeks of not picking, I removed him from the game.  His stats were bringing the group’s average down.  As a group, we are at 52.4% for the season.

Isn’t it exciting, wondering who will win this totally meaningless pool?

Last night, for whatever reasons, I didn’t feel like going to bed at the usual time (and when I finally did go to bed, I was wide awake), so I was up until 2am, farting around on the computer.  Actually, farting around on the blog here, seeing what’s what.  I spent some time trying to increase the number of archive pages that are listed.  Currently there are only ten month’s worth of archives.  Since I’ve been doing this since 2003, there are many more months that are at least two-clicks away (Can You Imagine!).
Failing to find a solution, I sent off an email to the Typepad people, asking how to rectify that issue.
This morning when I wake up, the reply is waiting in my inbox.  Prompt service.
Unfortunately, one cannot list all the monthly archives on the ‘front page’.  It’s limited to ten.  But, Carla suggested, one could add a Typelist link to my full archives page (even though clicking on the word ‘Archives’ achieves the same thing).  So, that’s what I’ve done.
I’m happy enough.

Tonight on Canada Now, there was a report about high storm surges due to the recent inclement weather.  A part of the report showed (what I assume to be) a fisherman standing on a rocky shore.  He was holding the  microphone, which was odd in and of itself, and talking about the potential dangers of the tide pulling the earth back into the water.  The reporter (off camera) asks, barely heard (because the guy being interviewed held the mic): “are you worried about having to protect your yard, fields and whatnot?”
I found the *unprofessional* use of the word “whatnot” rather humourous.

That is all.

I may have written about this neurosis of mine in a previous post, but it bears re-posting because it’s still, inexplicably, present in my life.
I have a fear that if my son sleeps longer than his usual wake-up time, that he has died in his sleep.  When he was a baby, and he slept beyond his anticipated waking time, I would begin to think that he wasn’t waking up because he had died.  Of course, as I was talking myself into this irrational fear, I was
also simultaneously telling myself how unlikely that was, and how silly
I was for still fretting over such a thing.  Yet, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was being irrational, the thought just wouldn’t leave my mind until he woke up. Sometimes, as minutes passed, I would be almost totally convinced that
he had died.  I’d prepare myself to walk into his room and see his
lifeless body.  When he was very young, the fear had, perhaps, a greater potential to be true, what with SIDS and all…
He never did die.  Not yet, at least.  Now that he’s 12, I still find myself (not as often, mind you) preparing myself to see him dead when I walk in to his room.
These days, he’s usually up well before 9am each day, whether he has to be or not.  I got up at 10-ish and realised that he was still in his bedroom.  Notice I didn’t just say “realised he was still asleep in his bedroom”. Yes, again I began to think that, since he wasn’t up, he was dead.  And so began another battle in my mind regarding the life-status of my son.  As much as I’d tell myself the notion is preposterous, and as much as I’d agree, completely, with that line of thought, the ‘he is dead’ concern wouldn’t completely leave my mind.
He came skipping down the stairs at around 10:45.  I think it was the latest that he’s ever slept in.
Now that he’s entering those awkward teen years, I’m going to have to adjust my “he’s dead” clock to accomodate his upcoming predisposition to sleeping in.

I may have written about this neurosis of mine in a previous post, but it bears re-posting because it’s still, inexplicably, present in my life.
I have a fear that if my son sleeps longer than his usual wake-up time, that he has died in his sleep.  When he was a baby, and he slept beyond his anticipated waking time, I would begin to think that he wasn’t waking up because he had died.  Of course, as I was talking myself into this irrational fear, I was

also simultaneously telling myself how unlikely that was, and how silly

I was for still fretting over such a thing.  Yet, no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was being irrational, the thought just wouldn’t leave my mind until he woke up. Sometimes, as minutes passed, I would be almost totally convinced that

he had died.  I’d prepare myself to walk into his room and see his

lifeless body.  When he was very young, the fear had, perhaps, a greater potential to be true, what with SIDS and all…
He never did die.  Not yet, at least.  Now that he’s 12, I still find myself (not as often, mind you) preparing myself to see him dead when I walk in to his room.
These days, he’s usually up well before 9am each day, whether he has to be or not.  I got up at 10-ish and realised that he was still in his bedroom.  Notice I didn’t just say “realised he was still asleep in his bedroom”. Yes, again I began to think that, since he wasn’t up, he was dead.  And so began another battle in my mind regarding the life-status of my son.  As much as I’d tell myself the notion is preposterous, and as much as I’d agree, completely, with that line of thought, the ‘he is dead’ concern wouldn’t completely leave my mind.
He came skipping down the stairs at around 10:45.  I think it was the latest that he’s ever slept in.
Now that he’s entering those awkward teen years, I’m going to have to adjust my “he’s dead” clock to accomodate his upcoming predisposition to sleeping in.

Whether you celebrate the winter solstice, the birth of Jesus, your African roots, the birth of Mithra, Hannukah, or just that it’s a Sunday, I hope your day is pleasant.

I saw this hypothetical question asked elsewhere and it immediately piqued my curiosity.

How many 5 year-olds could you take on at once?

Here are the factors to take into consideration:

You, nor the five-year olds, have any foreign objects.  It’s hand-to-hand only, and no protective padding, other than a cup, and normal, everyday street clothes.
The arena is roughly the size of a basketball court, and it’s enclosed.  Nobody can touch the walls.
You lose when you are knocked unconscious.  They lose when the final five-year old is knocked unconscious.  Once a kid is knocked unconscious, that kid is “out”.
The kids all receive one day of hand-to-hand combat training,  designed specifically to teach them how to team up to take down one adult.   You receive one hour of “counter-tactics” training.
The kids are motivated enough to not get scared, regardless of what occurs.  Even the very last one will give it their all.
The kids are all “average” healthy kids, half of the number you choose will be female, the other half will be male.

So, how many could you take on without being defeated?

I think I’d try to take on 12.