Rabble Rousing

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.  3df405af4c14cfb4

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.

BulsshieldDown 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.

 

14 responses to “Rabble Rousing

  1. I’m a spawn of UofM myself..Dad went there. My Grandma still is trying to convince me that it’s the best place on the planet… I don’t have the heart to tell her I graduated over a decade ago. Didn’t you say your parents were in the UP? Beautiful state…but I like my hills and lack of Motor Vehicle Plants ;0)

  2. I’m a spawn of UofM myself..Dad went there. My Grandma still is trying to convince me that it’s the best place on the planet… I don’t have the heart to tell her I graduated over a decade ago. Didn’t you say your parents were in the UP? Beautiful state…but I like my hills and lack of Motor Vehicle Plants ;0)

  3. Did anybody ask the Bulls whether they want to be portrayed as “angry”, like that? Is this not a violation of the rights of bulls generally? Who speaks for the bulls? Bull O’Connor?

    Geez, you are wishy washy.

  4. You and Gene are Wolverine athletic supporters…I’ll leave it at that.

  5. Go “smart, graceful and unpretentious”.

  6. Nice, Bonnie. Real nice,

    The problem, Hoss, is that I really don’t care that much about football.

    Thanks, Roxanne and J&J!

  7. Nice, Bonnie. Real nice,

    The problem, Hoss, is that I really don’t care that much about football.

    Thanks, Roxanne and J&J!

  8. Vicki, thanks for the prayers. The church will survive without them, but it is all so unnecessary! I may change churches too. It makes me mad that this happened; I didn’t go to church for 40 years and when I start – this happens 1 1/2 years later!

  9. Wow. 25 years ago, I was one of those kids moving into a dorm in Ann Arbor. Now I feel even more old and decrepit than usual…

    Although one hopes I wasn’t a saucy princess type – and I’m quite sure I never shrieked and/or giggled. Well, reasonably sure, anyway.

  10. I’m afraid I do giggle (rarely. rarely!) but count me in as another person about university sports, generally speaking. I attend one of those nerdy “uhh…sports?” schools that Hoss kindly told to piss up (or was it on?) a rope until commencement. Our basketball team isn’t bad.

    It’s been a great disappointment to my Mom who could ride, run and volleyball with the best of them. Ah well.

  11. I’m afraid I do giggle (rarely. rarely!) but count me in as another person about university sports, generally speaking. I attend one of those nerdy “uhh…sports?” schools that Hoss kindly told to piss up (or was it on?) a rope until commencement. Our basketball team isn’t bad.

    It’s been a great disappointment to my Mom who could ride, run and volleyball with the best of them. Ah well.

  12. “I’m not only weak, I’m naughty.” Another reason I adore you, Vicki. You just described me in one sentence.

  13. I have no opinion on the Michigan thing because I don’t don’t want to be caught in the middle, plus I really have no opinion. Go University of Washington Huskies!!

  14. I would just like to say both teams MSU and UM played very good football games this weekend, and Vicki I so understand where you come from, but the one good thing is…Whole Paycheck is always vastly empty during game time. Which leads to an ample time to go shopping for food 🙂 Of course, I’m just glad I don’t live on campus anymore where the band practice at 5 am would wake me up every saturday morning.

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