Today is Friday the 13th. If you are superstitious, don’t attempt anything risky.
Your Mom and I have ordered our Season tickets for UW Badger football. The Badgers have been successful the past 5 years so they end up being scheduled in “prime time” by the major TV networks. Game number one against UNLV was scheduled for Saturday, Sept.3. The Badgers have agreed to move the game to Thursday night, Sept.1 and are featured in the Hall of Fame promotion. Then to showcase the “new” Big 10, the Badgers encounter with the “new” Nebraska team has been changed on Saturday, Oct.1 from afternoon to an evening “prime time” spot. Bottom line! Out of 7 home games for the Badgers, two are in the evening. Who knows, maybe more games will become evening events.
I am not a fan of evening Badger games. They usually start at 7:00PM and are over around 11:00PM. By the time you get out of the parking lots and headed home, it is 12:00 AM (midnight). It is a two drive for us “up state” people so we get home at 2:00 AM in the morning. The late night antics take some of the fun out of the big game. TV is going to continue to place more games in prime time so I guess I need to get used to it or drop the season tickets.
Tiger Woods entered a big golf tournament this weekend called “The Players Championship”. For the second year in a row he withdrew because of an injured knee and achilles tendon. He is 35 years old and his finely chiseled body is showing signs of breaking down. Now my version of what happened at the “Players”. Tiger teed off. He made a couple of bogeys including a triple bogey on one hole. He observed that his chances of winning were slipping away in the first nine holes he played. His knee was sore. His ankle was sore. The lousy golf was making his “ass sore”. So he withdrew to fight another day. Of course that is just my view of the world.
My “beemer” is fixed. It was a faulty water pump. I like the car again.
My outdoor gas grill is fixed. I replaced rusted burners with cast iron units. I can return to grilling of brats, steaks and hamburgers. I’m not mad at my Sears (Char-Broil) grill design any more. I need to stock up on pickles and onions.
Love,
Dad