11-27-05
Welcome to today's blog. It is a Sunday morning and looks rather stormy outside. House is still and quiet, for one of the few times of the week. Everybody else is still asleep.
Still recovering from the OU-OSU game yesterday. That is always a tough day for me. I've always been a fan of both schools and hate to see either one lose. OU won yesterday, 42-14, despite another bout of terrible officiating that has plagued the Sooners lately.
OSU just looked terrible. Don't know if the Cowboys are headed in the right direction. Play calling was so-so and their quarterback, Al Pena, took a terrible beating. Adrian Peterson was held in check for the first half before exploding for two long touchdown runs in the second half.
Reminded me of the way I used to run the ball, at least when playing against kids much younger and before I got chubby.
Read a story in the paper today about a football coach at Canton, Texas, who was shot last spring by a parent upset about the lack of playing time for his son. The coach was in the hospital for a long time with internal injuries, but has returned to the team and upset the top-ranked team in the state a couple of weeks ago.
I knew there was some reason I didn't become a coach. Now, I work at a place where there is always the change of being held up. Not a real smart move by the old Craigman.
I am not the type to complain, unless something upsets me. A few weeks ago, my youngest son was with a couple of other kids downtown. One of the boys was living with us at the time. The third boy threw a brick through a window downtown.
Cops hauled all three boys to the police station. Our son maintained he didn't do anything and somebody who saw it, vouched for it. But they all had to go to our town's court. The kid who broke the window would not admit it that night.
So they get to our local court and the judge, who is actually an attorney, asked our son how he pled. "Not guilty." And then said he wanted a "trial".
Next up, the other boy said he was the one who did it. But because the policeman who investigated the case could not come to the court session, the judge wouldn't accept that only one of the boys did it and makes everybody come back again.
I know that he was trying to do the right thing, but the judge should have dismissed the charges again my son. Maybe it did put a scare in him, though.
Anybody who has not attended a local court session really needs to attend one. Or at least take their kid, that should be enough to scare them out of doing anything bad.
Enough for now.
Still recovering from the OU-OSU game yesterday. That is always a tough day for me. I've always been a fan of both schools and hate to see either one lose. OU won yesterday, 42-14, despite another bout of terrible officiating that has plagued the Sooners lately.
OSU just looked terrible. Don't know if the Cowboys are headed in the right direction. Play calling was so-so and their quarterback, Al Pena, took a terrible beating. Adrian Peterson was held in check for the first half before exploding for two long touchdown runs in the second half.
Reminded me of the way I used to run the ball, at least when playing against kids much younger and before I got chubby.
Read a story in the paper today about a football coach at Canton, Texas, who was shot last spring by a parent upset about the lack of playing time for his son. The coach was in the hospital for a long time with internal injuries, but has returned to the team and upset the top-ranked team in the state a couple of weeks ago.
I knew there was some reason I didn't become a coach. Now, I work at a place where there is always the change of being held up. Not a real smart move by the old Craigman.
I am not the type to complain, unless something upsets me. A few weeks ago, my youngest son was with a couple of other kids downtown. One of the boys was living with us at the time. The third boy threw a brick through a window downtown.
Cops hauled all three boys to the police station. Our son maintained he didn't do anything and somebody who saw it, vouched for it. But they all had to go to our town's court. The kid who broke the window would not admit it that night.
So they get to our local court and the judge, who is actually an attorney, asked our son how he pled. "Not guilty." And then said he wanted a "trial".
Next up, the other boy said he was the one who did it. But because the policeman who investigated the case could not come to the court session, the judge wouldn't accept that only one of the boys did it and makes everybody come back again.
I know that he was trying to do the right thing, but the judge should have dismissed the charges again my son. Maybe it did put a scare in him, though.
Anybody who has not attended a local court session really needs to attend one. Or at least take their kid, that should be enough to scare them out of doing anything bad.
Enough for now.
posted by Craig Hall at
8:09 AM
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