The thing is, the news is just so overwhelmingly sad a person can only stand to consider it for so many hours. Unless you’re living it, in which case you probably feel like smacking Elizabeth Vargas AND George W. except you have no energy and you’re completely dehydrated and your existence has become a sort of shell shocked shuffling from line to line. Like many of my blogging neighbors I have no words that are sufficient and I just watch and wonder and wait to see what happens next. I act in the small ways that I can. And I do pray for these people. I’m one of those who feels that sending out prayerful energy just might do some good so I do that. But then I need to take a break from bad news and good intentions and small deeds. Because I’m not only weak, I’m naughty.
Today I did a little rabble rousing and a little collusion just to poke at my dear friend, Bonnie. Way back in July (that means this was seriously premeditated rabble rousing) it occurred to me that I could get her goat good in our ongoing alma mater rivalry. I took Hoss a shirt and since he likes Michigan football he was a willing participant. If you go over there you’ll see how nicely the blue goes with his eyes.
The fact of the matter is that I’m not really much of a Wolverine when it comes to fan behavior and on this particular weekend each year I really dislike the Maize ‘n Blue with a passion. We live close to campus and starting now it becomes impossible to get around town, find a parking spot, get into a downtown restaurant or movie theater. It’s move-in weekend and the place is a zoo. We’ll have no real peace until next May. The older I get the worse it gets because the place fills up with saucy princess types who shriek and giggle and cloddish frat boys who are so drunk they can’t make their way through a Taco Bell line without falling into things. In my late thirties and early forties these boys looked hot, hot, hot but now- well- they just wander in front of my bumper and look stupified. I’m not sure how any of these kids got into the University because they can’t even tell red lights from green.
Down in St. Petersburg, the college girls are smart, graceful and unpretentious. They’re interested in things like environmental policy and marine ecology and diving. I think I’ll become a USF fan and root for the Bulls. And Bonnie, I would like to apologize and wish the Spartan’s good luck against 48th ranked Kent State.