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Football Camp 2009a

11 June 2009

A couple of qb’s favorite shots thus far:

A classy coach with my favorite QB.

A classy coach with my favorite QB.


Colt McCoy is the dude with the cowboy hat.

Colt McCoy is the dude with the cowboy hat.













But boy, howdy, is it ever hot down here.  Forecast for today:  clear and 102F.  Tomorrow:  104.


BTW, my brother-in-law took me to Houston’s (2408 W Anderson Ln, Austin, 78757) for a light supper, which for me was the sashimi tuna salad.  Fresh mix of greens, avocado and mango chunks, sliced bluefin tuna pan-seared rare (almost not at all – beautiful!), and a cilantro-ginger vinaigrette.  I added a drizzle of soy sauce.  Wonderful!  This morning, in search of a safe, sure thing while waiting for Samuel’s camp to conclude for the day, free wi-fi and coffee at Panera (2805 Bee Caves Road, Austin, 78746).


George Will’s column today puts the cookies on the bottom shelf.  Not only are Obama’s means largely extra- (which is to say, anti-) constitutional, and his agenda virtually indistinguishable from socialism, his self-image is the very opposite of those held by Washington and Lincoln:

The president’s astonishing risk-taking satisfies the yearning of a presidency-fixated nation for a great man to solve its problems. But as Coolidge said, “It is a great advantage to a president, and a major source of safety to the country, for him to know that he is not a great man.” What the country needs today to shrink its problems is not presidential greatness. Rather, it needs individuals to do what they know they ought to do, and government to stop doing what it should know causes or prolongs problems.

Oddly enough, our history shows that executive humility often ends up conferring greatness.  One suspects that the inverse is likewise true in this case.


Well, having taken all of it in as best I can, I take Letterman at his word that he was referring to Bristol, not Willow.  Still, with his marvelously tepid pseudo-apology, he’s proven himself to be a miserable, vomitous mass who has no further claim on qb’s time after the evening news.  I’m sure he’ll miss me.  

No?  Me neither.


BTW, qb doesn’t think Letterman should apologize anyway.  He *did* mean it, after all.  Worthy apologies should be reserved for instances in which the meaning taken by a significant crowd is vastly out of phase with the demonstrable character of the person who said it.  This is not such an instance.


3 Comments leave one →
  1. 11 June 2009 11:29 am


    (1) Some of my best friends are archconservatives and Aggies. Good idea to teach your son to coexist with Brown, McCoy, and the rest of the teasip bunch. I notice the #12 orange jersey but only Coach Mac is smiling. What gives? The heat?

    (2) Houston’s has some fine vittles (for a chain).

    (3) Relax qb, the constitution remains intact and strong, having survived Bush and Cheney for eight years. GW building an argument from the words of a man weaned on a pickle is hardly worthy of a Princeton grad. So now Will is helping us to distinguish between false modesty or false pride? (He needs to go back and read Aristotle’s Politics.) Sounds like poisoning the well to me. At least Obama and the congressional democrats have enough self-respect not to create a constitutional crisis over a blow job.

    (4) Vomitous mass? Nahhhh. Letterman efforts at humor (except for his Top Ten–the last surviving remnant of vaudeville on TV), like Will Farrell’s, make Beavis and Butthead representatives of sophisticated, high humor. Letterman and Farrell are overgrown quasi-adolescent smartasses spewing sugarcoated, nihilistic stupidity and bile as humor. Conan is not far behind. What’s the world coming to? My dog’s farts are more humorous. (Hmmm, I need to get her an agent. And Chinese makers of doggie chow could be her sponsor.)

    (5) When is your next trip to Big D? I’m up for the Flying Saucer. My treat.


  2. 11 June 2009 5:33 pm

    If you are still in Austin and like Tortilla Soup, Baby A’s has the best. There’s a couple of locations, and your bro-in-law should know where they are.

  3. 12 June 2009 8:32 am

    Coop – I’m discovering that, as a rule, 13-year-olds don’t smile for the camera. Ever. EVER.

    Yvette, thanks for the tip. I love tortilla soup…and Google Maps will faithfully deliver!


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