This fucking sucks. I was writing a nice post on the most overrated 12-1 college football team in the history of the sport, the 2007 Kansas Jayahwks, and the stupid WordPress app on my iPad crashed, taking all the work with it. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Maybe I’d be better off doing the KU football one on my computer. That way it will autosave. Besides, I’ve still got time for that one.
I am having a terrible, terrible time of it. I had hell to go through yesteday at the driver’s license bureau in Hays. I didn’t have the proper documents. The REAL ID law, which took effect for Kansas driver’s licenses August 1, is complicated. I had to go to Hays because in Russell, you can only take care of your driver’s license EVERY OTHER WEDNESDAY. That’s it. Thank you, Sam Brownback, for being such a tight-fisted asshole that rural residents either have to drive long distances to renew their licenses, or have to do it on a particular day, which may or may not be convenient for them.
Kansas is also cheap because it won’t give you a new license immediately. You have to get a temprorary one on a thermal sheet of paper and it is mailed to you two weeks later. What is this, a 1990 fax machine? Kansas is too cheap to purchase laminating machines to do it then and there? In Louisiana, I walked out with my new license card a few minutes after filling out hte paperwork and taking a new picture.
I don’t know if Brownback belongs on the Mount Rushmore of cheapskates, but he certainly is in the running.
I would definitely have include Charles O. Finley, the former owner of the Athletics who screwed his players royally by serverely underpaying them, which in turn led to pitiful teams, save for the teams which won three consecutive World Series from 1972-74, and that was only because most of the players came up through the team’s farm system. When it came time to pay Reggie Jackson, Sal Bando, Vida Blue, Rollie Fingers and the others, they all bolted, knowing Finleey was a cheap bastard.
Another person who would be etched in granite on the Mount Rushmore of cheap bastards is Joe Dean, LSU’s athletic director from 1987-2000. His penny pinching ways fucked LSU fans over good, giving them football coaches Curley Hallman and Gerry DiNardo, and men’s basketball coach John Brady. Thank God for Mark Emmert. Emmert, who became LSU’s chancellor in 1999, told Dean in no uncertain terms he was conduing the search for the coach to replace DiNardo, which led to Nick Saban leaving Michigan State for Baton Rouge and LSU’s program returning to college football’s upper crust. Had Dean been allowed to hire DiNardo’s replacement, who knows what would have happened.
I’d have to seriously consider Royals owner David Glass, who ran the team like a Walmart store. Walmart is known for cheap shit, and the Royals were pretty much the same until recently.
At least I have a few weeks to take care of the driver’s license. It’s aggravating nonetheless.
Sorry I haven’t posted since Monday afternoon from Morse-McCarthy Chevrolet. But other than Tuesday night, when I covered the football game at Victoria and the elections went the way I hoped, it’s been pretty bad since.
I should have stayed away from Buffalo Wild Wings Monday. Would have saved gas. May have been able to get some work done. Instead, I went up there and stayed for less than two hours, the shortest visit I’ve made there in a very, very, very long time. I was going to stay through at least 8 p.m., when Buzztime’s The Pulse, the sports trivia game played every Monday evening from 7-8, is on, but I did not like what was coming my way. None of my favorites were working that night, and even worse, the crew in the bar was nobody I really cared for. As for the dining room, I could not plug in my computer, and besides, other than Raymie, there was nobody there I really wanted to see, either. I deicded it was best I get the hell back to the other side of town.
Of course, it rained all the way back to Overland Park, and it was raining pretty good by time I got back to the hotel. I got takeaway from the Outback near Oak Park Mall and ate most of it when I got back to the room. I was in no mood to work, however, and I slept through most of the Colts-Giants game.
It set me back Tuesday, and I had to stay until 2 p.m. to get everything done. Fortunately, the football game in Victoria wasn’t until 7, and I got to the school just before 6, enough time to use the restroom well before the game.
The game was better than I expected. Hoxie had only 13 players dressed, but it scored on a six-minute drive to open the game, then tallied again on the first play of the second quarter to increase its lead to 12-0. Victoria woke up and scored three touchdowns in the second quarter to take a 20-12 halftime lead, only to give it up when the Indians scored midway through the third quarter.
The Knights’ superior depth finally wore Hoxie down, and Victoria pulled away to win 34-20. Next up for the Knights is a trip to MInneola Saturday at 5 p.m. I’m not happy with the late kickoff, because it means I’ll get no good pictures. Why can’t they start at 3 p.m.?
When I got home, I was scared to turn on the election results. I was afraid Sen. Pat Roberts would lose to the lying “independent” Greg Orman, who wasn’t man enough to admit he is nothing more than a left-wing Democrat who supports Obama’s agenda and would fall in line with whatever Harry Reid told him if elected. I was more scared Gov. Sam Brownback would lose to far left state Rep. Paul Davis, who never laid out a single policy of his own, but instead attacked Brownback with every chance he got.
Thankfully, the GOP turned out their voters across Kansas, and Roberts and Brownback both were re-elected, as were all four members of the Kansas U.S. House delegation, all of whom are Republicans as well..
That’s been the bright spot. I hardly went anywhere Wednesday and Thursday. I have a football playoff game tomorrow at Phillipsburg, and then it’s back south and west Saturday.
If I were in Russell today, I would lock myself in the basement and watch The O.C. all day in honor of the 11th anniverasry of its premeire. But since I’m in Kansas CIty, I guess I’ll get out the room and go to Buffalo Wild Wings.
It’s primary election day in Kansas and Missouri. The nasty race between U.S. Senator Pat Roberts and wacko challenger Milton Wolf will finally be resolved tonight, and hopefully, Wolf will vanish from the political scene forever. I am conservative, yes, but Wolf is totally unfit to hold public office. You simply do not, do NOT, post autopsies online. Even worse, he made fun of the people in the autopsies. What a sick man.
I am scared to death of the Kansas governor’s race. All of the recent polls have put radical left-wing progressive Paul Davis ahead of Sam Brownback. Davis is nothing more than the male version of Kathleen $ebeliu$, who hoodwinked Kansas voters twice to be elected governor, then proceeded to spend the state into oblivion, let George Tiller the Killer operate an unsanitary baby killing mill in Wichita without fear of reprisal, and flouted the majority of Kansans by attempting to abolish the death penalty. She opposed conceal carry for a long time until she realized her veto would be overridden, and of course, she signed the law during an election year.
Paul Davis is as far to the left as they come. He’s going to let teachers unions rule education agendas. He’s going to raise taxes into the stratosphere. He’s going to attempt to put unworkable environmental restrictions on power plants. It’s all bad. Very bad.