Super Jealous

Yesterday’s post was a picture instead of a heart warming tale becuase I was pouting. After talking with MK (and CH!) about possibly scalping tickets to MNF – he got one for free. So I let him go, Mr. Doesn’t Even Watch Football, and I stayed home and sulked.

There was no food in the house, I had no car, and after the gym I just sat around and watched the game on TV and pouted. I suppose I could have met friends out, but then I would have had nothing to complain about…

He sent me a phone picture of his fantastic seats, right on the 50 yard line:


He was all in VIP in the luxury seats with a waitress and fancy drinks and food. And got home well past bed time and wasn’t even all hyped up to tell me all about it, and the pictures he took with the real camera while there weren’t that fantastic – I blame the margaritas.

Non Sporting Sports Injury

The first time I hurt my knee was in high school. In the marching band. Which is not a sport. It’d be cool to be on crutches if you were the quarterback of the football team, but not if you’re the worst girl that was demoted from flute to I’m not even telling you what it’s that bad. There were many “she can’t even walk right” comments in my family.

I sucked at every sport I ever tried, so I gave them up as fast as I could. Then, in college I blew my knee out twice more – once on a sticky bar floor and once at an uneven outdoor concert venue. I shouldn’t even HAVE pride left. At the bar, the owner was a friend of mine, and was nice enough to give me a shot of tequila after I successfully popped my kneecap back into the socket it is supposed to stay in. At the concert, I was having trouble doing it myself but no man I was with would hit it in for me as I kept instructing. All three times I’ve gone to the doctor they’ve put me in a giant immobilizer, that goes from your ankle to your hip. Again, glamorous only after saving babies from burning buildings, not in college hopping around campus after a night at a bar.

So of course I took up skiing. And the point of this story is that although my knee hurt from time to time, it barely would pop, not the full on dislocation I’ve come to expect. And I made it through ski season – the toughest sport I’ve ever attempted, still walking on both legs.

Until last week, when no, not skiing, but standing up from sitting down and turning to reach and get something…did I pop my knee out of joint. My knee is a dork.

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The Running Club Story

When MK and I lived in San Diego last, we joined a running club. Actually, they prefer to think of themselves as “A Drinking Club with a Running Problem”. It was the Larrikins Chapter of the Hash House Harriers. Our first run was the Red Dress Run. Yes, EVERYONE (MK!) wears a red dress. For money I’ll show you the pictures…

There are many dumb reasons I never told you just how hilarious this adventure was. Snippy knows one. My mom is another – it can get a little vulgar over there. Everyone gets a dirty nickname.* There’s a trail you have to find. There’s beer on trail. There’s beer at the end of the trail. There are silly songs to be sung. That about sums it up I think – it’s a general good time. There’s also a volleyball version of the group that meets up during the week, which MK far prefers over running. He’s super excited this time around to return to that group – our new place is within walking distance of where they play.

I’m really looking forward to getting back into beach shape, and using these super duper new and strong ski legs will hopefully make it easy this time around.

A Red Dress Run. To be safe, no one I know.

A Red Dress Run. To be safe, no one I know.


*I’ll share our names with you here – we were fortunate not to get dirty ones. I was named “Depreciating Asset” in reference to this story here. MK was named “No Beer, I’m Queer”** by the hash (there’s a big voting group ceremony after your 6th run where you get named by the mob). The club drinks beer. MK does not. Pretty funny.

**I’m pretty sure that when my Dad was preening me to become the SUPER AWESOMEST WIFE EVER he had no idea I’d end up with a man that hates watching sports and drinking beer. I couldn’t believe it. When I first heard of the concept of marriage – all I looked forward to was the nights at home on the couch with a 6 (12) pack and a delivered pizza, watching the game. Huh. At least I was cool for a little while in college.

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What’s A Ute?

How 22 Tourney-Bound Schools Got Their Nicknames

via the MentalFloss Blog

What’s a Ute? How 22 Tourney-Bound Schools Got Their Nicknames
by Ethan Trex – March 18, 2009 – 10:30 PM

When the NCAA Tournament tips off, you may know every team’s star player and its odds to win the title. But how well do you know the mascots? Not just what the teams are called, but where those names came from? Let’s fill you in on some of the tourney’s more unusual nicknames.

wake-forest.jpg1. Wake Forest Demon Deacons: Wake’s teams originally called themselves the Tigers, but that name didn’t stick. People started referring to the squads as “the Baptists” due to the school’s religious affiliation, and when the football team beat arch-rival Trinity (which would later become Duke) in 1923, student newspaper editor Mayon Parker dubbed them the “Demon Deacons” to honor both their Baptist affiliations and “devilish” play.

2. Ohio State Buckeyes: What’s a buckeye? It’s a small dark brown nut with a light brown patch on it. Carrying a buckeye is supposedly good luck; some superstitious people (like me) won’t leave the house without one in their pocket. The buckeye tree is Ohio’s state tree, and Ohio residents have been referred to as Buckeyes since 1788. Hence, the Ohio State Buckeyes.

3. Utah Runnin’ Utes: Utah’s teams are named after the Utes, the American Indian tribe for which the state of Utah is also named. According to the school’s website, the Utes were one of the first groups of American Indians to ride horses. The team’s actual mascot, though, is Swoop, a red-tailed hawk indigenous to Utah.

4. Kansas Jayhawks: According to the school’s website, the mythical jayhawk is a combination of two birds: the belligerent blue jay and the quiet, deadly sparrow hawk. During the 1850s, there was a lot of violence regarding whether or not Kansas would enter the union as a free or slave state, and the militant free staters eventually became known as Jayhawkers. The fictitious bird eventually became a symbol of Kansas’ commitment to freedom, and in 1912 a student drew a depiction of the bird. The bird wore shoes so it could kick opponents.

5. Louisville Cardinals: According to U of L’s website, the school chose the cardinal as its mascot sometime around 1913. They wanted a mascot that would prompt statewide identification, so they picked the cardinal, Kentucky’s state bird.

6. West Virginia Mountaineers: Since 1927, one West Virginia student has played the role of the school’s rifle-toting mountaineer, an homage to the early settlers of the state.

7. Dayton Flyers: The Flyers nickname is a tribute to Dayton natives Orville and Wilbur Wright, who built the first successful airplane.

8. Boston College Eagles: When Boston College was still young, the school didn’t have a mascot. A school newspaper cartoon depicted BC’s stellar track team as a cat licking a plate of rivals, which didn’t sit well with Reverend Edward McLaughlin. McLaughlin wrote a fiery letter to the school’s newspaper suggesting BC get a mighty, scary mascot. He suggested the Eagles. It stuck.

9. USC Trojans: Before 1912, USC’s teams were either the Methodists or the Wesleyans. When school administrators decided to pick a new name, a Los Angeles Times sports editor picked the Trojans. USC was far from a powerhouse in those days, but although the team often did battle against bigger teams with nicer equipment, USC’s squads fought valiantly. Just like the Trojans.

10. Robert Morris Colonials: This one’s not too tough. Robert Morris, the school’s namesake, was a bigshot during colonial times. Morris signed the Declaration of Independence, the Articles of Confederation, and the Constitution, and he helped finance the American side during the Revolutionary War.

11. UT Chattanooga Mocs: It’s not quite clear why the school’s teams are called the Mocs. Until 1996, they were the Moccasins, possibly a tribute to Moccasin Bend, a large bend in the Tennessee River near the school. The actual mascot currently in use is a mockingbird (Get it? Moc-kingbird!) driving a train, a tribute to the “Chattanooga Cho Choo” and the city’s railroad culture.

siena-mascot.jpg12. Siena Saints: Siena is a Catholic school, so the saint part is pretty self explanatory. What’s interesting, though, is that the school’s mascot isn’t a traditional saint. It’s a Saint Bernard.

13. Purdue Boilermakers: In 1891, Purdue’s football rivalry with Wabash was thriving. Purdue’s team took a trip to Crawfordsville and thumped Wabash 44-0. The next day the local paper in Crawfordsville depicted the Purdue squad as conquering bullies and ran the headline: “Slauther of Innocents: Wabash Snowed Completely Under by the Burly Boiler Makers from Purdue.” Instead of being offended, Purdue’s teams ran with the nickname.

14. Cornell Big Red: In 1905, Cornell alum Romeyn Berry was trying to write a fight song, but he hit a snag. The school didn’t have a mascot for him to reference. To solve this problem, he called Cornell “the big red team,” and eventually fans just started calling their squads the Big Red.

15. California Golden Bears: In 1895 Cal’s powerhouse track team went on the road to challenge top college powers back East in a series of meets. Arthur Rodgers, a university regent, commissioned a blue banner decorated with a gold grizzly bear for the team to carry on its journey. The team kicked some serious tail, and a nickname was born.

16. East Tennessee State Buccaneers: The Buccaneer is a fine mascot for a coastal school, but ETSU is decidedly landlocked. What gives? According to the university’s website, a series of subterranean rivers runs through tunnels in the mountains near the school’s campus. These waterways, known as Pirate Creek, were according to legend once home to pirate Jean Paul LeBucque, who had fled from the coast to hide his treasure. Thus, an inland school has a pirate mascot.

17. Tennessee Volunteers: This name derives from Tennessee’s nickname, the Volunteer State. During the War of 1812, President Madison asked Andrew Jackson to find 1500 fellow Tennesseans to voluntarily help him fight the British at the Battle of New Orleans. Later, during the Mexican War, Tennessee’s governor put out a call for 2800 men to help Santa Ana, but 30,000 volunteers showed up. All of this voluntary participation earned the state, and later its biggest college, a nickname.

18. Minnesota Golden Gophers: According to the school’s website, Minnesota has been known as “the Gopher State” since an 1857 cartoon depicted local politicians as gophers pulling a locomotive. Thus, the school’s teams eventually became the Gophers. The “golden” part came later. In the 1930s the football team wore gold jerseys and gold pants, so a radio announcer started calling them the “Golden Gophers.”

19. North Carolina Tar Heels: No one’s quite sure why residents of North Carolina are called Tar Heels. It could be because the state’s huge pine forests once supported thriving tar and pitch industries. Another legend springs from the Civil War, where North Carolina’s Confederate soldiers were said to be so brave that they held their ranks like they had tar on their heels holding them down.

hilltopper.jpg20. Western Kentucky Hilltoppers: If you’ve ever been to Bowling Green, this nickname makes perfect sense. WKU’s campus sits on top of a hill that’s 232 feet higher than the surrounding area. Big Red, the lumpy, furry mascot who looks like Grimace and the Kool-Aid Man’s illegitimate child, came along in 1979.

21. Akron Zips: In 1925 student Margaret Hamlin pocketed ten bucks for winning a contest to name Akron’s sports teams. Her winning suggestion was “The Zippers,” a nod to a popular overshoe of the same name made at the nearby B.F. Goodrich plant. The name stuck around until 1950, when the school shortened it to the Zips.

22. Stephen F. Austin Lumberjacks: According to Stephen F. Austin’s website, when the school first opened in 1923, administrators held an assembly to pick a nickname. English professor T.E. Ferguson suggested the Lumberjacks since the school’s campus was in the middle of a pine forest. [Photos courtesy of Albert Brown & CSTV.]

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March Madness Again

Every time that milestones like these come along I remember just how long I’ve been here at SomeGoSoftly. March Madness is one of my favorite times of the year. It’s the 5th year I’ve hosted a bracket group over on ESPN’s Tournament Challenge. Half the friends and family that join me are less interested in basketball than me (MK only signs up via force), but they make me feel extra special by playing along.

I usually come in dead last or very close. This might be due to my interest in nothing but the Big East and Big 12. Or because I just guess at my picks. Or because I’m thinking about SXSW more. Whatever the reason, I still enjoy putting together some crazy picks and checking the standings after each round of games.

If you’d like to join us, search for “SGS’s 5th Bracktacular” (Brackets+Spectacular…) and holler at me here/email for the password! All are welcome, I’d love to see the group get bigger every year!

I guess I blogged it two years ago, but not last year. I must have done horribly…

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Fun Running Around

Sometimes half the fun is in the normal stuff. Truth be told, we don’t DO normal stuff all that often. We skip the errands and get spoiled never driving during traffic. We walk around our little neighborhood and shop at the Farmer’s Market. This past week MK’s birthday necessitated me doing a little real shopping. I am lazy and got some things online, but finally decided there were things easy to pick up I couldn’t justify shipping costs for.

So I went to the mall. I haven’t been there since my little cousin visited. I don’t really need anything and have been pretty good about not wanting anything too. But it was great and sunny and the walking around put me in a great mood. The sales were good (which also helped my mood) and I found my dream purse (since I can’t NOT shop for myself – so much for not wanting anything). I went back later with MK since it was a lot of money, he had to approve. We also made a huge steal on new ski boots (mine were 400$ on sale for 74$, brand new, seriously) check them out:

After all the fun shopping we spent the end of the week and weekend watching football and doing a run and volleyball party with our running and volleyball club, kind of an end of summer party on the beach. It was a blast. We’ve made a ton of great friends here that we’re really going to miss and the change of the seasons and us telling everyone we’re leaving has had that awesome effect of just making everything really enjoyable.

MK and I took SH and JM out on the Hobie Cat after we checked out the Adams Ave. Street Fair. Then they picked up Chinese after deciding a bag of Doritos wasn’t enough while we watched football. JM said “Best Sunday ever” and even though it was a simple one, I had to agree.

Where The Turf Meets The Surf

Is the dumbest slogan of all time. That being said, MK and I were pretty excited to attend the Pacific Classic million dollar purse day at the Del Mar Race Track. We got ‘gussied up’ a bit and then went cheapo and got great parking and general admission tickets in spite of all the weird old lady protesters (yes, you were weird and old). And that was all we could accomplish.

Horse racing is apparently something you need to know about before just showing up. There were families of screaming babies, completely drunk (before noon) possibly homeless scary smelly people, and the richest old men I’ve ever seen, all jumbled up together placing bets. There were way fewer hats than I expected, apparently opening day is the big deal hat parade, grr. I was overwhelmed at the size of the place even though we’d been there before for the fair. There was the Turf Club, the jockey place, restaurants, betting stations, computers, tvs, and free shirts everywhere.

You got a little brochure thing that only had the names of the horses and when the races were. The tips for betting by the windows said “1. State track 2. State race 3. Pick your horses 4. Pay”. Huh? I knew from all the talk recently there were 30,000 ways to do things. The first few races we decided to share what our picks WOULD BE and see how we’d do. We didn’t get a single horse. So we watched. It was like going to Vegas and not gambling, it felt a little odd but was probably for the best. We are not good at that sort of thing.

Now we’re just working on our online crash courses (kidding). But the afternoon was a blast, even though we didn’t make it all day. We were toast halfway through. There’s a concert while SB’s here (that starts tomorrow!) so we might go back soon.