jack’s musings

Thuuuuuuug life.

As an update, I’m traveling/moving until late May/early June.  Soooo expect a return to normal irrational tirades in a few weeks.

I know it’s going to be the story tomorrow, but what the hell Memphis?  You sure picked a good time to forget how to shoot free throws again.  Here’s my final bracket, and wow, not a great year this year!  Regardless, it was a great championship game, and now I must flee to avoid one of my least favorite traditions in sports, “One Shining Moment”, which ironically appears at the end of my favorite.

Driving around Nashville one sees a multitude of ads around town, but one inparticular has stood out to me lately, an ad for loansforthewealthy.com.  I’ve seen them a couple of places, but generally they’ve been in fairly affluent neighborhoods of town, but located on a major street that generally is designed to carry traffic through said neighborhood.  So here’s my question: Say hypothetically that a given person is indeed wealthy and/or financially well off and cruises by this ad, why in the hell would they get a loan from a billboard and not through their financial adviser?  This whole thing just reeks of either scam or a ploy to have John Q. Public call up thinking that he is indeed “wealthy” and then getting suckered into a ridiculous loan.  Just what we need right now.  Sure this may be conjecture, but what else makes sense?

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Well fuck me, this blog has got me pegged. Damn internet …

Maybe it’s because I’m in Europe and hand dryers are particularly under powered, but my rage against the person who developed these monstrosities been around for a while and knows no bounds. First I will acknowledge the benefits of said device:

• They prevent waste.
• They help sanitary conditions in bathrooms.

This is all well and good, but I’ve always thought this is just some PR spin that equates to, “It costs less.” I’d rather take my chances with paper towels and a recycling bin. They might as well place a sign that says, “Wipe your hands on your pants” and leave it at that. Seriously, fuck these things.

It didn’t look good towards the end there, however Shan Foster pulled one out of the unknown to cash in 42 points drain 9 threes in a row to seal the win.  VU spent most of the game behind, but Foster hit his shots when they mattered most.  Being in another continent and seven time zones away made attending or listening to the game rather difficult for me, but I saw the highlights like everyone else here under March 5.

Foster deserves all the praise he can handle.  I was long concerned that his tendency to jack up shots would mean he wouldn’t be able to carry the team on his own after all-around sensation Derrick Byars graduated last year, but Foster got it done and carried Vanderbilt to match its record regular season win total of 25, a level only before reached by the 1992-1993 squad led by the sensational Ronnie McMahan, floor general Kevin Anglin, and brick wall Chris Woods.  And oh yeah, he managed to become Vanderbilt’s all-time leading points scorer, a record previously held by Matt Freije in the 2003-2004 season.

Where does the team go from here? Well they’ve got one more regular season game on Saturday against Alabama to try and set an all new all-time regular season wins record.  They should receive a fairly high tournament seed, though I won’t jinx any of that at this point.  As far as next year is concerned?  Let’s just say they are in good hands.

SEC West leading Mississippi State travels to Nashville this evening to take on the AP #16 Vanderbilt Commodores.  I’m hoping that the team will be able to remember how many timeouts they has left this time.

A few notes:

1) I do miss former MSU guard Shane Power and his strangely well moussed hair that essentially made him a walking hair product ad, and therefore not a man.

2) What do I have to do to get my boy Elliott Cole some minutes?  I figure we can easily assume that he’s just wrecking shit up in practice.  Clearly the reason why VU lost last Saturday was because Cole didn’t get any minutes.  Get him out there so he can clown on them boys from Starkville.

I’d go gay for this guy. Courtesy of Squatty Q. Willson, Esquire.