Friday Ramblings - Zero Chance

 Field position is key in every game, so, I didn’t use it as a key. I just felt that was more of a general rule sorta thing. My fault, really should have added that I guess.
 I was more looking specifically at this game, and what Auburn needs to do to have a chance to be competitive in the fourth quarter.
If we punt too often, the fourth quarter will be our undoing.

War Eagle!

Funny stuff, but I think we can win this one. College football is an odd game.

… probably less than 10 days. The reason it’s the East is mainly because Bama and Tenn. do not want to lose their annual game. Their objection, to have any strength had to be supported by at least two other schools. My guess is those two are probably Ga. and Fla. who would not be happy about giving Auburn even more visiability in their states for recruiting.
So basically, the hold up has been appeasing Tuscaloosa. That objection is off the table if Mizzou goes to the East. Bama has to have things their way (ala Texas?).

….most flashed-up uniforms, but those are pretty sharp.

Somebody has a lot of time on their hands.

piece of crap.

……But I’ve been trolled harder by far in various comments. Somebody spent some time on it, and we’ll give them the one-handed clap.

Lil ToTM is going to be Elmo. We thought that he wanted to be an angry bird, because he’s all about playing Angry birds on Mr. ToTM’s iPad (um yeah, he’s not even two yet-if you want to nominate us for Parent’s of the Year, take a number)..so we showed him a couple of ‘bird’ costumes and he kept saying ‘Elmo, ELmO, ELMO!’…

not that you needed to hear all of that. Personally, I want to go as Listeria and for Mr. ToTM to go as a cantaloupe, but that’s a long shot…

…..I have to work on Halloween night. Thinking of burning a PTO day… Of course, we don’t get trick or treaters on our end of the street anymore. Not since the amp incident…

…..I love Halloween, always have. It’s a time for excess, fun, dressing up, and slightly scary stuff. Face paint is my deal. Haven’t quiiitte… had the courage to do it in JH Stadium, but I might someday.

…..We live on a quiet little older-home cul-de-sac in a Birmingham suburb, and it’s a strange mix of older retirees, and young upwardly-mobiles, mostly. Sill, about the time my kids were approaching upper grade school, they and their friends were all about the costumes and the tricks ‘n’ treats. Well, mostly about the treats….

…..With the prospect of some older trick or treaters, I prepared. No, not your lawn decorations. Heck, Auburn was headed towards a 3-8 season, and had lost to Vanderbilt! No, I wasn’t going to a huge amount of trouble!

…..I pulled out a few of my old 1980s metal duds, and went for a green and black skull face on the paint. Our yard was pretty neglected, with a combination of high stalks of fall-dried Johnson grass, and the first leaves of fall. I did have a candle-lit pumpkin on the porch. The most evil frowny-face Acid pumpkin I could manage.

…..We’ve got a full basement in this old Depression-Era concrete block and oak house, with mostly shrub-concealed casement windows all around. I rolled a couple of 120 watt guitar amp heads and 4×12 inch Celestion speaker cabinets up to a pair of cracked-open casement windows. I fed a mike through compression, long echo delay, and an octave-down pitch shift, into those amps, turned up wide open.

…..When we’d see kids turning the corner onto our section of the street, I’d light a commercial-level smoke bomb, retreat indoors, and start murmuring into the mike. This would fill the neighborhood with a low, echo-ey gutteral sound. Naturally, it attracted kids, who’d nervously approach the smoking house.

…..I’d continue my sinister monologue through the mike-speaker arrangement, and peer through narrowed blinds as young marks kids approached the house. Once they had ascended the steps to the porch, I’d go nuts with the mike, and rip the door open. ROOOOOAAAARRRR!!!! Out would jump the green/black skull-goblin, as echo-ey noise erupted that could be heard for miles! Kids shrieked, dropped trick-or-treat-bags, fell down, or fled while having serious bathroom accidents! Residents of this household watched from darkened rooms and chortled over their drinks! A few brave kids who refused to bend, got a chance to howl into the microphone themselves, and enjoy the cacophony.

…..Well, we were the talk of the neighborhood for a while, and we had accumulated a stash of candy that lasted through February. Don’t get any trick or treaters, these days…