Outstanding State-Line Performance

Two of the best NCAA football games I’ve seen in a while were played today and yesterday, in what ESPN calls Rivalry Weekend. Last night, in a nail-biter if there ever was one, Nebraska prevailed:

One rarely sees a 57-yard field goal in the NFL, let alone the NCAA. But that’s actually what the Huskers’ Alex Henery accomplished. My little bride was supremely confident he’d make it; my view was that of all the low-probability options the Big Red had, this was the longest shot of all. Henery made it look easy.

And, in gridiron news from my native Kansas, this final:

The game was played in Arrowhead Stadium, the Jayhawks’ home away from home.

Man, against Mizzou! In the days of old, if Kansas beat K-State and Missouri in a single season, that season was a success. This isn’t even my father’s Jayhawk football; it’s not even my KU football like I remember it for years. This was an edge of the seat game, where the final outcome pretty much went to which team had the ball last.

My only regret about KU/Mizzou was that I thought the game was to be played tonight; when I found out it was in progress, with about 4:00 to go, there was remote control pushing like I haven’t done in a long time. Finally, I found the game on Comcast Sports Net, the only free one we get with DirecTV. But those last 4 minutes rendered some of the most intense action I’ve seen in a long time. KU pulled out the win with an incredible, amazing pass play, recapped here via the Lawrence Journal-World:

Reesing somehow wiggles his way out of a heavy pass rush, then lofts the ball high in the air toward the end zone. Meier runs under it perfectly, scoring a TD with 27 seconds left. What a play and throw by Reesing. Unbelievable.

I hope I didn’t disturb the neighbors; I can cheer enthusiastically on occasion. This was such a time.

-k-

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My State-line Roots Grow Deep

On the teevee now: Nebraska/Colorado Football.

My Kansas/Nebraska growin’ up roots say:

Go Big Red!

And tomorrow, the KU/Mizzou border war. Two words define my sentiments there:

Rock Chalk!

I sincerely hope that everyone’s Thanksgiving is as joyful for them as mine as been for me.

-k-

Update: Even as the Huskers appear to be doing everything to hand the game to Colorado, my old loyalty to them persists. Suck it up, Huskers. Play like you’re capable of playing.

Tunage

While I was mucking about on my 64-bit Fedora system this afternoon, I wanted to get all the needed FireFox plugins working in 64-bit land; that of course includes Adobe Flash. As a test of the newly installed Flash, I found this little ditty on YouTube, which I present for your listening pleasure:

A new artist to me, but with Texas music and a few steel guitars, you can’t go far wrong. I checked out Keith McCoy’s website1, and be still my heart, I was greeted with:

Keith McCoy & the CEO Band join up with the Legendary “Ace in the Hole Band” for some real country music.

The Ace in the Hole Band! Man, as a Strait Fan, this is gonna be good. Maybe I’ll celebrate Black Friday by buying the ceedee. No need waiting for Cyber Monday.

-k-


1 Also Flash-enabled, glad the install worked.

Command of the Day

An old, long-neglected friend: fortune One of the first Unix commands I learned, back in the days when cavemen roamed the earth. You basically type fortune, and you’ll be rewarded with a funny|informational|inspirational message on standard output.

I was leaving a comment at Dave’s place, and had occasion to refer to this command. It made me wonder, “Is fortune still around?”, A quick check of my Fedora 10 powered laptop, revealed:

bash: fortune: command not found

Bummer! I checked the Fedora repo for packages with the string “fortune”, did a yum install fortune-mod, and behold it’s alive.

On running it for the purposes of this post, here’s what I got:

[knelson@vagabond ~]$ fortune
Q: What do you call the scratches that you get when a female
sheep bites you?
A: Ewe nicks.
[knelson@vagabond ~]$

Is this the bee’s knees, or what?

-k-

Cambridge-ized

And my happy little laptop farm now proudly shows:

[knelson@gypsy ~]$ cat /etc/fedora-release
Fedora release 10 (Cambridge)
[knelson@gypsy ~]$

I’ll sheepishly admit I didn’t need to download and burn F10 isos. But I did, anyhow. That’s the old school in me. The F10 Beta got to F10 Cambridge via regular “yum update”‘s, as I thought it should have.

But, never having run a beta of anything OS-wise, I didn’t know how Fedora handled such things, repository-wise. The old-skooler mentality does appreciate downloading stuff, and burning DVDs, whilst guzzling a few beers.

Happy Computing!

-k-

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We Interrupt this Upgrade, to Bring you an Upgrade

I got home tonight, all a-tingle about the prospect of upgrading at least one of my home boxes to Fedora 10, the official version of which shipped today.

My last “yum update” of the Fedora 10 beta was underway, when I noticed that version 2.6.5 of WordPress was available. A quick ssh out to the tbbs site, and we’re now flying the WordPress 2.6.5 flag high and proud.

OK, then. Now for some Fedora goodness. Night geekage begets more night geekage.

And, the WP upgrade was the usual effortless affair.

-k-

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Enjoying an Extremely Rare Win


No secret to readers here, I’m an AFC west fan when it comes to gridiron extravaganzas. Specifically, I love the Kansas City Chieves. With their 1-10 record, going on 1-100 for this season, Kansas City is not gonna be a playoff team this year.

My alternate team is the Raiders, who have rivalled the Chieves in abject futility this year.

Until today: Oakland 31, Denver 10.

Hot damn! AFC West fans do *not* like Denver.

My work here is done.

-k-

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Short Week Ahead

One of my favorite weeks of the year looms on the horizon: Thanksgiving week. I’ve taken off the post T-day Friday for more than 25 years; at that time, I was an itinerant computer systems installer, and the PTDF was spent, ahem, doing paperwork, as official timesheets will show. Truth is, all the paperwork that was involved then centered around the intact removal of labels from bottles of Rhinelander long necks. Those little misclassifications of time spent bothered me after the first year or two, and so my status went to officially off.

The turkey is purchased, we have ample supplies for the smoke pit, the menu has been written. Three days of clock-punching and server wrangling remain. Then we put the bird in the smoker, whomp up the side dishes, and give thanks for being richly blessed.

Wednesday night, we’ll have what is a new Thanksgiving ritual; watching the WKRP episode wherein the misguided station management pushed live turkeys from a helicopter onto the unsuspecting shopping mall patrons below. I think that’s the only episode we’ve watched out of that DVD collection.

Which reminds me, I’ve gotta hunt up that DVD, so all can be in readiness, and we can hear yet again that immortal line:

The turkeys are hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement.

-k-