The Burrow

This is a pretty good weekend, if you like football.  If you don't, perhaps you want to come back tomorrow.  Harp Fusion  might appeal to you. ***** "Since we're going to be home all afternoon, would it be okay to ask if you want to make cookies?" The fact that Brenda Starr and I had pancakes at IHOP an hour ago did not deter me. ***** The boys think this first game, Peyton Manning vs Tom Brady, is boring.  Watching between stirring and weighing and scooping cookie dough, it looks no different than usual to me.  I watch different colors run up and down the field, and sometimes I am even able to figure out which team is on offense before CBS superimposes an arrow on the field. Think about that arrow.  It's not really there, yet it is. It's the same thing with the blue line of scrimmage  and the yellow first down marker. How do they appear on the field, under the feet of the players?  It's a mystery... the kind of place my mind wande...

It started last night with a Hoosier victory over UNC's Tarheels.  Sorry, IntrepidCat, your alma mater was crushed by those guys with the funky striped warm-up pants. That's my IU graduate... or her husband.... just before the game began.  My Hoosier Mama shirt was still in the laundry after last week's game against Georgetown; I wore the IU Mom GO HOOSIERS shirt, instead.  It's only weird if it doesn't work, as they say. The good guys were up by 30 points for most of the second half, and even Dick Vitale wasn't quite as annoying when he was cheering for my team.  He only referenced Bob Knight once, which, given his screed last weekend when IU met Georgetown, was nothing short of remarkable.  I wonder how vociferously he was told to tune it down? Tom Crean is a marvelous steward of the Indiana basketball tradition.  He was as engaged in the last two minutes of the game, coaching guys-who-were-never-going-to-see-nationally-televised-action-ever-aga...