weekend


8
May 11

Arrghh

More from Zapd. (Hard link is here.)

Auburn’s baseball team has looked solid in winning the first two games of the weekend series against Georgia. The bats had been alive, they hadn’t had to go deep into the bullpen and there had been a scarcity of shake-your-head errors.

So naturally we were all optimistic about the third game as Auburn looked to sweep on a warm, beautiful day at Plainsman Park. And this is what happened …

The worst part was the guy standing in the parking deck, watching for free, who was ridiculing the players as they met with children after the game. That was special.


7
May 11

Get your skate on

Fish

Brian took us to a roller derby today. He has a friend that plays on a team from Louisiana and they were in Auburn competing this weekend. He came down to cheer her on, we went to see the spectacle.

They ride in a family skate rink with a taped oval track. The announcers have realized that bad sports movie dream of serving as both play-by-play commentary and public address. You can bring your own chairs or sit in the “suicide section,” think of it as behind the end zone where competitors occasionally spill into the spectators. That did not happen in this bout.

They call it a bout. There is an official bout photographer. You know him because that’s what his shirt says. There are six skaters per side on the floor at one time and five referees trying to keep track of things. During the lulls in the action they tell a guy in the infield the recent scores. He writes it on a whiteboard, flashes it to the announcers booth (regular skate rink attendees remember it as the place from which music was played and troublemakers were called out) and they try their best to keep the score and clock current.

They skate two 30 minute halves — it is flat-track and not quite as physical if you recall late night television roller derbies of a different era — and they are all fairly well tired at the end of the thing. It is charming county fair fun. It is lighthearted, not to serious, without airs or presuppositions beyond the notion of home team and visiting team.

We cheered the visitors, since our friend’s friend was on that team. And they won.

These are people who do this for the camaraderie and love of skating. The out-of-towners left their homes at 6 a.m. to skate here at 4 p.m. Some of them were making the return trip tonight. You have to love this sort of thing to do that to yourself.

On the back of the program, which I’m keeping because it will be worth something on e-bay one day, they advertised the after party at a local establishment. Just imagine the Bears and the Vikings gathering together and telling the fans where to join them.

We opted for Mellow Mushroom, where we found the chill fish in the picture above.


1
May 11

Catching Up

A few pictures from the preceding week that didn’t land on the site somewhere. This is the regular Sunday feature with the sole requirement that they amuse or captivate in some way. Enjoy!

Shane

Happy Birthday to our friend, Shane. He’s now officially old at 30, but young at heart.

Wreck

Saw this wreck one day earlier this week. The pickup was towing some small little trailer behind it. Not sure how the truck came to be on its side, but two guys from the accident seemed to be OK.

Allie

That cat. I’m never sure if I should wake her up when she sleeps as revenge for her waking me up or if she howls at me for revenge for waking her. Never engage in a circular argument or vertical warfare with a feline.

Myrtle

You can’t tell a book by it’s cover, but you can often tell a tree by it’s bark. Consider the humble, beautiful crape myrtle. It came to us from China and Korea from a French botanist by way of England, which wasn’t warm or bright enough to prompt the blooms. All of that happened in the global economy of the 18th century.


30
Apr 11

Beautiful weather today

Weather

Where were you Wednesday?


24
Apr 11

Happy Easter

He is risen. Have some hollow chocolate.

After a long night of driving across half the state and change we woke up early for Easter. The bunny had to know where to find us.

The Yankee said last night “Do you mind if we don’t race back?” She wanted to conserve gas. She is smart and thrifty. And then five hours later she said “Why did that take so long?”

Because we drove slow?

By then we were very sleepy.

So Easter services this morning, and then a birthday party this afternoon. Our realtor-turned-friend is celebrating his 30th. So we’ve counted 109 years of birthdays in the past 18 hours. I’m exhausted.

We had a lunch that was straight from Garden and Gun. The potato salad was actually from Barefoot Contessa (and should be served at every relaxed formal Southern function, but Garden and Gun does recipes, too. The cake was Easter-themed and old-fashioned coconut. Very moist. And the coconut shavings were individually dyed green.

And now we begin the search for discounted Easter candy.