I didn’t have anything to write about today, and then I went to the grocery store. There were alot of things I thought about while at the store, things that struck me as odd, or funny, or funny in an odd sort of way. All I can remember now is the 40 minute wait at the checkout.
Yes, 40. As in a forty ounce malt liquor bottle. As in the big four-oh. As in, what in the hell is my fascination with spelling out numbers lately?
Regardless, I spent an eternity in line, and its my own damn fault. I was going to go to the store yesterday morning, but decided to hold off and stay inside. I was going to go to the store THIS morning, but they were re-carpeting the hallways in my building, and I didn’t feel like carrying a month’s worth of groceries over piles of carpet and the men working on it ALL DAMN DAY. Seriously, I woke up to the sound of pounding and hammering at 9:15. Got back to sleep, and woke up to it again around 11. A good night’s sleep, for sure, but still pounding and hammering. And then the chemicals. Apparently a key component in carpet laying is kerosene. So my building (fortunately not my apartment anymore) smells like carpet glue and kerosene.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue!
So with them finally done, I got to the store around 9. Not sure exactly what time I hit the checkout line, but I think I remember looking at the clock when it was 9:52. I got to my car at 10:26. Not only did the woman in front of me have a solid $300 worth of groceries, but she had coupons that didn’t want to work and some strange two credit card system going on, and kept messing THAT up, too. And, being 10pm, there was no one to help the cashier bag the groceries, and only two lines open. (Here’s where we again learn the valuable lesson that the shortest line isn’t always the quickest.) Once Man-zilla was gone, the line seemed to run a little more smoothly and I hit the door. In the meantime, I think my eggs hatched and flew away and my milk is now cream cheese, but I made it out.
After I got home, TBS ran one of the better Family Guy episodes running (as if you can pick just one!). There are a number of humorous moments that rank it near the top, but the main catalyst is Stewie’s poetic use of the word “taint”. Damn that’s some funny TV!
I guess I also should gloat a little that Utah head football coach Urban Meyer has left to take the head job at Florida. I’m sure his wife will miss the mountains, but I have no reason to doubt that she’ll be perfectly happy spending his $2 million a year.
Meyer leaves Utah in almost the same fashion he left Bowling Green, though with a little less dishonesty, though not much. The funny part is that Utah fans never thought it would happen to them. Boy how they were wrong. They always had a bit of arrogance about them, about how they “stole our coach” and now he was taking them to a BCS game. Which is true, but Utes fans are now getting a hard lesson that they’re NOT the big fish in the BCS pond that they thought they were, in fact, they’re only a slightly larger fish among the little fish that are mid-major programs.
As of now, it seems the talk is still of Meyer coaching the Utes in the Fiesta Bowl. He got them there, he should coach them, right? God I hope not. I hope that the athletic director at Utah takes a page out of the Bo Schembechler handbook, circa March 1989. As the Michigan men’s basketball team got ready to enter the NCAA tournament, head coach Bill Frieder left for the same position at Arizona State. When asked if Frieder would stay on as coach through the tourney, Bo replied, “No, a Michigan man is going to coach Michigan.” Interim coach Steve Fisher led the Wolverines to the National Championship that year, after the ballsy, yet correct move by Schembechler. (Fisher later found ways to let Ed Martin into the program, filter $600,000 to various players, buy them cars and such and then have Martin killed of natural causes as the NCAA took away 6 or so years of Michigan history, but that’s not important right now.)
Anyway, I hope Utah fans have enjoyed the ride. My guess is they’re about two weeks away from finding out why BG hated Utah so much.