was good night and day, winter, summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days
Adapted from the passage:
Mr. Zuckerman took fine care of Wilbur all the rest of his days, and the pig was often visited by friends and admirers, for nobody ever forgot the year of his triumph and the miracle of the web.
Life in the barn was very good—night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days.
It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.
From the book, Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White (Harper and Row: New York, 1952).
Thinking of the seasons and wondering if this line of words may be the best ever at described what happens and the earth spins around the sun every 365 days.
Night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days.
I’ve got the best seat put my hands up when he was seven yards down field
Jahmyr Gibbs rescues Lions with long TD run in OT for 34-27 win over Giants by Larry Lage DETROIT (AP) — Jahmyr Gibbs to the rescue. Gibbs ran for a 69-yard touchdown on the first snap of overtime and had a career-high 264 yards from scrimmage along with three scores, lifting the Detroit Lions to a much-needed 34-27 win over the New York Giants on Sunday. “He bailed us out in a big way,” Detroit coach Dan Campbell Detroit took advantage. With 28 seconds left, Jake Bates kicked a career-long 59-yard field goal that matched a franchise record, giving Jared Goff another opportunity to put the ball in Gibbs’ hands. In overtime, Goff handed the ball to Gibbs for a run up the middle, Detroit’s much-maligned offensive line opened a huge hole, and one of the NFL’s fastest players took it from there. “I’ve got the best seat in the field,” Goff said. “I put my hands up when he was about seven yards down the field.”
Detroit Lions running back Jahmyr Gibbs (0) runs past New York Giants safety Dane Belton (24) for a touchdown in overtime of an NFL football game in Detroit, Sunday, Nov. 23, 2025. (AP Photo/Rey Del Rio)
Kind of like wanting to see an overtime basketball game where one team comes out of nowhere and scores 20 points, I love it when you see something unexpected in OT.
Like a 70 yard run from scrimmage on the 1st play.
Especially when its my team.
I think I saw Goff with his hands up calling touchdown a few seconds after the handoff.
That was fun.
Back in 1996, Brian Griese took over after halftime of the Ohio State game down 0 to 9 and on the 2nd play of the 2nd half, from the Michigan 20, Griese threw an in route to Tai Streets at about the 30 yard line.
The OSU defender fell down and Streets took two more steps and calling the game for ABC Sports, Keith Jackson said, simply, “he’s wide open and gone for a touchdown.”
At that point, Streets was at the 50 yard line but Jackson had seen enough football in his life that unless there was an earthquake and some 200 foot ravine suddenly opened up, Streets was going to score.
50 yards of watching your team, knowing its a touchdown.
Jackson, unlike most sportscasters, shut up and let everyone live in that moment as Streets ran down the middle of the field to the endzone.
And for some reason, no one said, AND NO FLAGS.
Maybe back then, just because they had flags those guys didn’t think they needed to call a penalty on every play.
when no leadership there are no rules, no rules there are no boundaries
When I was a kid there were college athletic conferences that were set up regionally across America.
They had to be regional as the teams would travel to wherever the colleges were located for games.
In the early part of a college football season, you might see a team from up north play a team from down south or out west but once the season got underway, the focus was on your team and your conference and those other teams in your conference.
At the end of the season, the best teams were invited to holiday bowl games that were the highpoint of local festivals.
And when it was all over, sports writers would get together and select a mythical best team in the nation or ‘National Champion’.
This provided the fans with a chance to argue out the selection the entire off season.
This allowed fans to exult or complain.
This allowed for some really great football in the late fall.
But the grown ups got involved.
The idea of a mythical national champion was horrific to some folks when it was so obvious that it could all be settled on the field.
It worked for the NFL.
With its 32 teams, 2 conferences, and its 4 divisions and set schedule.
And it worked for state high school playoffs with, in the state of Michigan, its 8 classes, and 8 divisions (and the fact that schools started playing a week before labor day so a nine game schedule and 5 game playoff led to championship games on Thanksgiving weekend).
So why not college?
Why not?
The plan that worked in the NFL and in High School would only work if the existing college platform was blown up.
But you can’t do that as the fans won’t like it.
So why let’s just have the final top two teams selected by the sports writers play a game and be done with it?
But you can’t do that as the fans won’t like it.
So why let’s just have the final top four teams selected by the sports writers play a game and be done with it?
But you can’t do that as the fans won’t like it.
So why let’s just have the final top twelve teams selected by the sports writers play a game and be done with it?
Okay lets try this, how do you select that top 12?
That’s were we are.
And this is what sports writer, Matt Hayes wrote in his USA Today Article, It’s blowout city in mid-November. And I blame the CFP anarchy:
“... because no one knows what in the world the College Football Playoff selection committee wants. Or how it works. Or what it takes to earn one of the coveted seven at-large spots in the 12-team field.
The committee chairman (whoever it is this week) says things like strength of schedule, game control, efficiency, net rate success and any of the many other nonsensical metric garbage it feeds the breathless looking for answers.
The whole point of this selection committee exercise was to eliminate decades-old crutches used to pick the national champion, or the teams who play for the national championship.
Yet here we are, stuck in the past, with the same tired process shrouded in something called game control. And net YPP (yards per play).
And any other nonsense they can shovel at us to avoid admitting there’s no leadership. No rules, no boundaries.
And apparently, no need for the head-to-head metric. Or the one metric that should be used, but isn’t: Who have you beaten?
With one week to go in the season and teams fighting to for their win lost records we got watch games that included:
I am told I am old or older and not with it with what the young football fan’s want.
Did they enjoy this weekend?
Do they enjoy an endless chatter of talking heads offering up as many opinions as any political talking head offers up about the current state of affairs.
Do they enjoy the clouds of data and numbers thrown up in a gray fog.
This has all made the sport MORE enjoyable, watchable, embraceable by the fan?
I am reminded of the quote of General Patton in the movie where the actor George C. Scott says the line, “God, how I hate the 20th century.”
I am also reminded of an old quote about Little League Baseball attributed to Hall of Fame Pticher and Manager, Bob Lemon, when he said, Baseball was made for kids, and grown-ups only screw it up.
that time of year when yellow leaves, none, or few, hang shake against the cold
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consum’d with that which it was nourish’d by. This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Sonnet 73 by William Shakespeare.
If you traveled the length and width of Beaufort County, South Carolina you might be hard pressed to find more fall color then is this little patch of trees near where I live.
Beaufort County is 40 miles long and 10 miles deep and covers the coast of South Carolina from Savannah to Charleston.
At high tide, 50% of Beaufort County is underwater.
The salt is in everything and there is not a lot of color you can get out of salt.
Growing up in Michigan, the local forests are a poor player for fall color.
Having lived in Atlanta for years, the local forests are just as lacking for spring color.
The simple pond in the picture has the very real chance to be home to both alligators and water mocassians but it sits in the middle of housing development surrounded by an lawn that invites you to bring a picnic lunch and sit and enjoy your surroundings.
If you do that and aren’t bother by the alligators or snakes, either the fire ants or the sand gnats will eat you alive.
So why do I live in this salt marsh swamp?
That one line there captured by Big Bill.
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold.
Its the end of November.
It is forecast to be in the low 80’s and we are off to the beach.
Now my favorite fall colors are the numberless shades of blue in the sky and in the water of the Atlantic Ocean.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
dead voters stolen fraudulent ballots secret computer servers
Federal investigators have been interviewing multiple people who are pushing unfounded claims that Venezuela helped steal the 2020 election from Donald Trump, the Guardian has learned.
While there were a variety of conspiracy theories that helped fuel Donald Trump’s 2020 “Stop the Steal” movement – dead voters, stolen, fraudulent or forged ballots, and secret computer servers in Germany – the purported influence of Venezuela was always a central claim. It asserted that electronic voting in the US was secretly controlled by the impoverished regime, both by President Nicolás Maduro and his deceased predecessor Hugo Chavez.
Not only was it bizarre on its face, but a judge in Delaware ruled it false in 2023, and Fox News, Newsmax, and OAN later paid a total of hundreds of millions in total damages in defamation claims. At heart, the theory was that Smartmatic, which had the contract for electronic voting machines in Los Angeles, and Dominion, which ran voting in many other parts of the country, had been created or influenced by Venezuela to fix elections.
On the day when I left home to make my way in the world, my Daddy took me to one side.
‘Son,’ my Daddy says to me, ‘I am sorry I am not able to bankroll you to a very large start, but not having the necessary lettuce to get you rolling, instead I’m going to stake you to some very valuable advice.
One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken.
Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear.
But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you’re going to wind up with an ear full of cider.
Damon Runyan from his musical, Guys and Dolls.
Of course, I have to consider, had the current guy in office won in 2020 … he wouldn’t be the current guy in office today.
Never would have heard of the current VP.
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Also growing up in the shadow of Chicago and the original Mayor Daley, I am reminded of the joke of how Daley was in boat with 2 guys and the boat was sinking and there was one life jacket. The three guys vote and Daley wins by 7 votes.
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