he grew a beard
Most here probably missed it, but the LA Dodgers took the NL West divisional lead overnight by beating the Arizona Diamondbacks 3-1, Clayton Kershaw getting the "W" in a game played 'down under' in Australia.
The two teams play again tonight, this one at a more normal time for us to watch west coast teams play, at 10pm EDT. It'll again be broadcast on MLB Network, in case anyone needs a break from wall-to-wall NCAA Tournament action.
(edited @ 3:38pm to fix thread title)
With the general mood around here today being just "slightly" down, due to the bad news involving things like Jake Butt's ACL injury and the latest bad winter weather, let me spread a bit of cheer, a veritable "light at the end of the tunnel", if you will:
Doesn't matter, either, if you're a fan of some team other than the Tigers (gasp), as most other clubs likewise have or will have their pitchers and catchers report by the end of this week and full squads in Florida or Arizona next week. The Dodgers and Diamondbacks have already been at work for several days now, getting ready for an early start to the regular season with a trip down under for a pair of games on March 22nd and 23rd:
while most of the rest of MLB starts playing games that count (and no, NOT the All Star Game)on or around March 31st.
Go Get 'Em, Tigers!
(edited title @ 9:57 pm)
Was just driving down State, and noticed the ESPN bus barked in front of Schembechler Hall. Anyone have a clue as to why the ESPN football crew would be in town right now?
I didn't take a picture of the bus, but it was the same on as in this pic.
I brought my camera to the spring game. I was limited by not being able to move for different angles, a not so pretty sky/lighting, and only a 300mm lens. Regardless, I think some of these came out pretty nice. I put all my photos at my photography page on facebook:
Some of my fav's:
/\This is where I sat
I take a lot of photos at air shows too, so feel free to go through some more of my photos if you're interested. Lemme know what you think.
Brothers and sisters, the bright warmth of summer stands gloomy, cold and damning before us. Whilst our neighbors, our friends, our kin celebrate the harvest, feast, drink, and are fattened, we shall waste away, like a field untended. Our purpose removed, our souls set to restless nothings, we shall wander the earth like cursed dead. Our heads shall carry no thought, and our hearts hold no song. Lo, in the land of our tribe, our music shall not be played, nor shall our people gather, chant, and bring war upon the neighboring tribes. The coliseum will see no games.
And this shall not be a passing thing! No! For many months, our warriors shall slumber! For countless days the beer will not flow! It will indeed be a sad time.
Fear not, for we shall not be tortured. How can you torture that which does not feel? Fear not, for we shall not be subverted or put to labor against our will. That which does not think, but only dreams, has no will to subvert. He who has nothing joyful with which to fill his time cannot waste it on other tasks, but simply use it up. And even so, the suffering will be great.
I think it would be better to be dead than this waking, walking death of the coming summer. Already the memory of what drives us fades away. And so let us spell ourselves, steel ourselves from want, and steal away from nothingness. Let us put ourselves to rest until our trial is over. A Requiem:
Oh Lord, thy name is Yost, thy name is Crisler, thy name is Bo. Grant us peace and a quickening of time. Grant us a restful slumber, until the month of your returning. Grant us dreams, skin of swines and the crossing of lines. Grant us Touchdowns in our dreams. Grant us a swift passing through the desolate times.