It's hard to believe it's been 30 years since John Lennon was murdered. 30 years. And for football fans, especially Miami and New England fans, you probably remember exactly where you were when the news of Lennon's death was announced. Watching Monday Night Football. The game was tied 13-13, with New England about to kick … Continue reading Where were you?
Author: MermaidofthePlains
Swim to me
It seems I'm being haunted. By mermaids. They are everywhere. Or at least, they keep appearing to me in verse, pictures, ornaments. I've always had this interest in mermaids. The Sirens. And recently I explained this intrigue to my sister-in-law during an interview for a class project. While she audio taped me discussing what it … Continue reading Swim to me
Turn out the lights…
Don Meredith has passed away. I was three years old when he retired from the Dallas Cowboys, so suffice to say my memories of Dandy Don are from his days with Monday Night Football. Howard, Don, and Frank. Their voices became as familiar to me as my father's. Which is why Don's passing is as … Continue reading Turn out the lights…
Offensive
In this case, I'm using offensive as in disagreeable to the senses. Which is what WSU's offensive rebounding was last evening against San Diego State. Offensive. The Shox were out-rebounded 27-36. You don't win games, especially on the road when you do not rebound. But the worst part of those 27 was the fact the Shox only … Continue reading Offensive
It’s in the blood
Because of my unconditional love of all things blue and orange. My passion for the Black and Gold A love of La Roja Infatuation with the Bearded Wonder and the Stoner And Sideline Bimbos, strange mascots, and Devin Hester I have this: Leave the Stilettos at Home A blog to support all things sports. Or … Continue reading It’s in the blood
Jimmy V
I can't believe it's been 17 years since Jimmy Valvano passed away. 17 years. The footage from Jimmy V and his NC State Wolfpack winning the National Championship is still one of my favorites to watch. To see that last second shot, the hesitant, careful dunk. Then Coach Valvano running all over the court as if searching for … Continue reading Jimmy V
Weathering the Kindle storm
Those who know me, know I despise the new Kindle and other such gadgets. Call me crazy, but reading involves more than just words on a page, or as in today's reading society, words on a tiny screen. It invokes memory and imagination, not just from the interpretation of the words but from the full … Continue reading Weathering the Kindle storm
Memories, like the cornerbacks of my mind
A fellow co-worker reminded me this morning of the demolition defense days of the 80s Bears. He brought back memories of Coach Buddy Ryan, Singletary, Dent, Hampton, Duerson, Fencik, and someone I hadn't thought of in years, or admittedly, knew much about except he was the other half of the "hit men." Doug Plank. And because … Continue reading Memories, like the cornerbacks of my mind
A QB with a split personality, an Indian, and a Rose
The sides served with a Chicago-style hot dog during the post-Thanksgiving weekend. It's Sunday. The Bears play the Eagles in exactly three hours and sixteen minutes at Soldier Field. I'll be tuning in via my computer, since our local Wichita station chooses to show the Tampa Bay/Baltimore game. Yeah, I'm sure those are regional games... So while most of … Continue reading A QB with a split personality, an Indian, and a Rose
Mi Madre loves football
My mother is the one who introduced me to football. During my childhood and football season, Sunday's took on a whole new meaning. We would forego the Sunday morning eight o'clock Mass for Saturday evening at six, so mom could get up early on Sunday to have dinner prepared by kick-off. At exactly noon, she'd have her soda, … Continue reading Mi Madre loves football
Mermaid of the Plains 