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We went to a football game today:
We were treated to a very nice sunset midway through the thing:
Prior to the game, we saw these guys again, the 2004 undefeated Auburn team. It was neat to see their recognition. They were a lot of fun to watch as players:
They’re all watching this package on the big screen:
Did I mention the rain? It rained at the tailgate. The hot summer day turned into an impressively humid one. And then the sun came back out and we baked ourselves in the shade.
We loaded up on sunblock, went into the stadium and watched most of the game before the lightning came. Lightning means delays. And so they took everyone off the field. They asked the fans to go hide. Most of them did. The storm cells with the lightning passed.
And just before the teams came back on the field to resume play, the rain finally came. The stadium speakers blared rain-themed music, the hearty students that stuck around sang along:
That raindrop at the end of the video is pure art, no? Purely accidental art.
We’d talked to a guy earlier who recalled when he was in the student body during the great monsoon of 2009. He said that game, the West Virginia game, was the best day of his life.
I recall getting rained on once or twice when I sat in the student body. I did not have the same recollection of good cheer. But the football wasn’t quite as good at that moment, either.
Anyway, this was before the storm, the cheerleaders wave those giant flags after scores. They are quite cumbersome, even on a still day:
And this is the storm as it wrapped around the northern end of the stadium. It was an impressive site:
Football is here. Friends are here. Triple-digit temperatures are … close. Triple-digit heat indexes … are close. We sat outside and in the sun and shade and it was 94 degrees. The company was good:
As we were walking up the ramps to the upper deck, we had a great view of fans coming in to the stadium:
We could also see the storm that delayed the game coming in:
Twitter’s new analytics tell me that almost 20,000 people saw that picture tonight. At least four different meteorologists retweeted it. But I didn’t get any lightning shots.
I did get a clear view of the rain shafts, though:
Auburn won 45-21. It was hot. The friends were lovely.
The weekly post that concentrates on the pictures I haven’t yet used anywhere else. It passes the time. Let’s pass the time.
I don’t know why my barber insists on having everyone sign in at the front desk. When he finishes with one head of hair he just looks around the room and says “Who was next?” But I guess it gives us all alibis.
For a time he was having his clients sign in and had a young man typing in names too. It seemed … excessive.
This is the last weekend before the football craziness kicks off, so:
I’d like to try and catch a snapshot of all the cyclists I see. I think it would make for a good collection one day. Usually they are moving too fast. On this particular occasion my car was moving too fast. But I like the shot. If I’d been coming from the opposite direction I would have been going up a hill. Had I been doing that on my bike, straining, out of breath, trying to kick the last little incline, this is probably what I would have seen of that cyclist anyway:
We don’t have an Internet connection. Scientists can beam a laser-based long-distance data transmission to the moon for an Internet connection. That impressive feat does nothing to get the wonderful, lovely, talented people at Charter to talk about what seems to be happening to their entire network.
Thus demonstrating the fragility of the Internet of Things. And thus making people wonder “What do I do in this World Without the Internet of Things!?”
This is a trying time for many. But at least we still have power, conversation and books. We have phones, analog diversions and cable.
Went out for lunch at the little cafe that is attached to the back of the little vegetable shop that orbits the little nursery here in town. The peaches were perfectly scented — just enough to overpower the vague presence of dirt and sawdust and not so much as to overwhelm.
Remember how, the other day, I said “(W)e have a series of triple-digit heat index days ahead. Summer finally showed up, he said for probably the second or third time this summer.”
Yeah.
Car thermometers are notoriously inaccurate, so that is mostly just for the fun of the picture. But it is hot.
