Friday, November 25, 2005

Week 11: Derailed

Our D.C. office brought in a new security chief, due to a rash of thefts since we moved into our new building. Six iPods being stolen in the past three months resulted in a meeting Wednesday morning. I came to the meeting late, which in itself raised some eyebrows. Luckily, I hadn't followed through on my thought of sending out an all-firm request for six iPod chargers. Or asking that the meeting be podcast.

Our new security chief is a no-nonsense, ex-DEA undercover agent. He assured us that he would be our eyes and ears. The thefts had taken place during daylight and evening hours, and he thought inside and outside people might be involved. He urged us to stay alert and report any suspicious activity.

Sarah asked whether we could set up some sort of system where one could report suspicious activity anonymously. That's great, I thought. Maybe you can include a drop-down menu that says, 'If you're reporting this person for a reason other than their ethnicity, click here.'

The thefts had progressed to laptops. A partner, Annemargaret, had had hers stolen earlier in the week. 'I thought someone from MIS had taken it,' she said, 'because I had called the helpdesk earlier in the afternoon.' Our helpdesk people? Responding in a couple of hours? That should have raised her suspicions immediately.

As an added security measure, our chief of security suggested requiring all employees to wear their I.D. badges visibly at all times. I leaned over to Greg, one of our senior legislative paralegals, who is gay. Collectively, we're on the outer perimeters of our respective sexual preferences. 'I don't know how I'm supposed to coordinate this with all of my outfits,' I told him. He nodded sympathetically.

Despite the initial explosion of thieving, our security chief was sure that with a little cooperation from everyone, we would put an end to it. 'I don't get it,' whispered Karl, a tax partner, to me. 'How come no one's stealing my stuff?'

'What's wrong with my stuff?'

On to The Game. . .

In a heartstopping thriller last Saturday, in which the Ivy League witnessed its first-ever triple overtime game, the Harvard Crimson eked out a victory over your YALE BULLDOGS. Yale roared back the following week, however, with a convincing 3-0 victory in Rhodes scholarships.

On to the game. . .

"Having seen [Chicago], I desire never to see it again. It is inhabited by savages." -Rudyard Kipling

What do you call a man who coaches his team into first place? Talented.

What do you call a man who strategically moves his team into second place? Is the word 'genius' spoken for?

Last week, the most complete team in professional sports, the most dominant defense in the National Football League, the Growling Wall, the Tar Heel Terror Squad, your CAROLINA PANTHERS, traveled to Chicago with weighty matters on their mind. They were tied with Seattle for first place. Were they to continue on their torrid pace, they would easily clinch the top seed, and end up in the same bracket as the likey number three seed, the New York Giants. If only there were a way to move into the second seed, and take on either Dallas or the dregs of the NFC South.

If only there were some way. . .

With Chicago fans putting their enormous collective girth behind their team, Kyle Orton nimbly led the Bears to a punt. They were going to need a little help. On the Panthers first possession, the Cajun Hannibal, Jake Delhomme, deftly underthrew his pass into the hands of Bears CB Nathan Vasher. Chicago converted into a touchdown. So far, so good.

On their next possession, Orton again steered the Bears into a punt. Concern creased the brow of the Panthers coach. The Bears were entirely capable of playing themselves into a loss. Panthers' next possession, Delhomme looked for his favorite target, Nathan Vasher. A perfect pass to Vasher! The Bears defense hasn't seen this much action since Paris Hilton dumped Brian Urlacher! Could there be any doubt about John Fox's ingenious strategy? Is there any other way to explain why Delhomme would throw a pass short and to the inside while his receiver was going long and out _twice_ in the same qaurter? Perfect pass, perfect set-up, Bears take a 10-0 lead.

With the Bears lead securely in place, the Panthers offense relented, letting their defense chew up the clock with the Bears offense. In the end, the Panthers earned a much-needed 13-3 loss, and a chance to determine their own destiny in the playoffs.

No reader mail feature this week. Keep them emails coming.

Next week: your Panthers travel to the Capital City of Failure, Buffalo, to take on J.P. Losman and the Bills.

Until next time.

Rrowrrrr!

Friday, November 18, 2005

Week 10: Smash the Line

From all indications, Wednesday was supposed to be an extraordinary day. Marathon's world record holder (and 2005 NYC champsion) Paul Tergat was visiting the World Bank as a guest of the Kenyan embassy, and a girl in one of my track clubs offered to get me in.

You should go, Mary told me. Challenge him to a race.

I was going to do either that or follow him around the building, offering him "tips" on running the NYC marathon.

I got to the World Bank about half an hour after his reception started. Went to the atrium. No Paul Tergat! "Excuse me," I said to one of the guards. "I'm looking for the event for Paul Tergat?"

Guard: "Straight downstairs. Retirement party, right?"
Anant: "No. Thin black man."
Guard: "Oh. Sorry. Can't help you out."

I paced the length of the atrium. Where in the World Bank was Paul Tergat? Perhaps he was stretching by the cafeteria, or cooling down by the water fountain. I asked a random black man in the atrium if he was there for Paul Tergat. He was not.

I went to the Information desk. "Hi, I'm here for Paul Tergat?"
"Is he expecting you?"
"Not really."
"Do you have his extension?"
For an information desk, she was asking a lot of questions.
"He doesn't work here."
She looked at me. I looked at her. She tried to pretend she didn't think I was a complete dumbass.

It turned out that the Kenyan Ambassador was taking him on a tour of the building. I had too much work pending to wait, so, alas, my wait for Tergat was all for naught. But, I'm not too disappointed. As Kwame said,

"Forget Tergat! He is one bad marathon away from selling fake gucci bags in Times Square."

Meanwhile. . .

Tell Bob Griese to pour out the champagne! Tell Larry Csonka to hold his vowels! The '72 Dolphins are no longer the only undefeated team in football! The Boston Bruisers, your ANDOVER BLUE rolled over rival Exeter, 24-8, in their most dominant victory in their 125-year football rivalry, finishing the regular season at 8-0!

The motto? "Non sibi." The meaning? "Not for self." It's our school motto as well as our philosophy on allocating whoop-ass. Fan reaction was unrestrained and intense.

From Brian B. in NYC:
"Pls set yourself on fire. . ."

From Matt B. in SF:
"Hey, in the attached picture, isn't that you in the front row in your 'ghoul' costume?"

On to the game. . .

Last week, the most dangerous team in football, the New York Jets, traveled into the heart of Tobacco Country to light it up with the Tar Heel Terror Squad, the most complete team in the history of organized sports, your CAROLINA PANTHERS! Against odds so great, could even the gutsy underdog Panthers prevail?

The first quarter was all Cat. The Cajun Hannibal, Jake Delhomme, marched the Blue Swarm downfield, arcing a beautiful 19-yd TD pass to WR Keary Colbert. Panthers up 7-0! Brooks Bollinger, continuing the tradition of shitty-QBs-with-Brooks-in-their-name, matched a second quarter FG to take the Jets into halftime down by a touchdown, 10-3.

Coming out of the locker room, the Jets looked re-energized, Bollinger ready to make more passes than Joe Namath after his third highball. How could the Panthers prevail? With the Growling Wall, that's how! Midway through a heart-stopping 0-0 third quarter, the vaunted Carolina defense took over. Observe: Bollinger pass to Laeavearnaaueas Coles intercepted by the most underappreciated free agent signing of the offseason, CB Ken Lucas. Touchback! Next Jets possession: Same QB. Same receiver. Another interception by Lucas! RB Stephen Davis touchdown! Panthers the most complete team in football! Next Jets possession. Smashmouth tackle by Ricky Manning results in a fumble. We had them at hello! Next Jets possession. Bollinger to McCareins intercepted by CB Chris Gamble! McCareins' head weighs eight pounds! John Kasay FG! Panthers win 30-3!

Next week:
It's the most highly-anticipated matchup in football. The tradition. The history. The tailgating. The cramming for finals. It's the 122nd Game, pitting the mighty Yale Bulldogs (4-5, 4-2 Ivy) against the Harvard Crimson (6-3, 4-2 Ivy) for the H-Y-P crown, the Ivy League championship, and a shot at immortality. Sing with me!

Oh when the sons of Eli break through the line
That is the sound we hail!
Bulldogs, Bulldogs, bow wow wow
E-li Yale!

Until next time.

Rrowrrr!

Friday, November 11, 2005

Week 9: Get Hit, and Die Cryin'


I spent this past weekend in NYC for the NYC marathon. Having run Marine Corps the weekend prior, I was curious to see how well I could run a marathon on one week's rest.

Unless you're in a ski lodge or skinned them yourself, Ugg boots look stupid.

I met Mary for coffee. That was fun. We made fun of the people walking around on Saturday in their running gear. Maybe they thought the beginning of the race was a surprise.

The three best race signs I've ever seen were all this year. #3: the first sign you saw coming off the Verrazano Bridge at the start of the race was a handwritten one that read, "Yo! Welcome to Brooklyn!" Tied for first were two women holding signs side-by-side in Marine Corps that read, "Damn, You're Hot!" and "Are You Always This Sexy?"

Most obvious product placement: Mile 18's PowerGel Energy Zone
Most perplexing product placement: Mile 17's SpongeBob SquarePants hydration zone (they were handing out sponges). Although there is something immensely satisfying after seventeen miles about stomping on the faces of hundreds of SpongeBob SquarePants.

Mile 19: I had a great idea: we should replace personal income tax with a flat tax corresponding to a person's percent body fat. It would simplify the tax code and encourage people to exercise.

The final 10K was all mental; my legs just didn't have enough punch. I finished about eight minutes slower than my marine corps time. I wasn't too psyched about my finish until I found out that Kwame, who had also run, had not only finished with a slower time than his previous year's, but had also dropped his cell phone down a port-a-potty that morning. The lesson: life
can always be shittier.

Onto the game. . .

The Panthers now have the inarguably hottest cheerleaders in professional sports, specifically Renee Thomas. Let's recap. They traveled to Tampa Bay on their own money to cheer on the Panthers. Stayed out until two in the morning the night before. Getting drunk by crashing a ten-year high school reunion at a bar. Getting so drunk that they decide to have sex. With each
other. At the bar. In a bathroom. In the men's bathroom. Where they make so much noise and take so long that the patrons complain to the management. At which point a drunken Renee comes out of the stall and punches one of the guys. In the face. Gets arrested. Gives a false name. Flees back to North Carolina. And has an arrest warrant issued.

It also tells you a lot about the kind of douchebag guys who live in Tampa Bay. You have two NFL cheerleaders having sex in the bathroom, and what do you do? Complain to management so you can _take a dump_.

Sunday witnessed a colossal matchup, 5-2 v. 5-2, 2002 NFC Champions v. 2003 NFC Champions, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers v. your CAROLINA PANTHERS!!! On the one hand, you had the Bucs and Cadillac Williams, who, as you recall, was on pace to break every rushing records on the books for about the first six plays this season. On the other hand, you had the most complete team in history, better than the '92 Dream Team, the '94 Oilers, or the Holy
Trinity. On the Bucs' first possession, the Growling Wall was all over QB Chris Simms like pie on a fat kid. DE Mike Rucker forced a fumble, leading to an RB Stephen Davis touchdown--Panthers up 10-0! The Bucs responded with a touchdown of their own, but the game was already slipping out of their grasp. Showing masterful field control, the Cajun Hannibal, QB Jake
Delhomme, alternated his ground attack with an aerial assault, sending Davis in for two touchdowns and WR Steve Smith for one! The Tar Heel Terror Squad forced four turnovers and kept Simms backpedaling most of the afternoon, with Human Sack Machine DE Julius Peppers accounting for two of five sacks on Simms. What did John Gruden tell his team at halftime? I don't know. It probably wasn't, "Hey, let CB Chris Gamble intercept you during our first
possession and run it back for 61 yards." Which is what he did. Finally, the Panthers put them out of their misery, allowing them a mercy 7 during garbage time in the fourth before running out the clock. Final score: Panthers, 34-17.

Reader mail feature:
From Kevin C., in NYC:

"I was recently in the Westin in Charlotte, not quite as cool as their W line but the image they try to portray is similar. I was there for a Health Care Fraud conference. The last day all of the guests for the next conference were arriving. The next conference: Beer Can Collectors of America. I was sure you'd have felt right at home with your kindred - fat southern guys with beer guts and rare cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon."

The most interesting thing about Kevin's email is that he's on some sort of two-week time delay. Hey, Kevin, here's a tip: don't travel to Paris any time in your near future.

Next week, the Panthers host the once-mighty Jets. Key matchups: the Carolina Panthers are the most complete team in football. Half of the Jets' starters were working as mall security last week.

Until next time.

Rrowrrr!

Friday, November 04, 2005

Week 8: Doom

Halloween night, Reenah had invited all of us to pass out candy to trick-or-treaters at her new place on Capitol Hill. I was planning on working late that night, until, around 7:30, I received a frantic phone call from Reenah.

Reenah: "I'm having a Halloween emergency! Come quick, I'm out of everything, and they keep coming. I had to borrow a bag of lollilops from my neighbor!"
Me: "I'm sorry, Reenah, I--"
Reenah: "I can't hold out much longer, they're everywhere! Please hurry!"

Splurging on the CVS Select chocolate bars, I ventured into Southeast D.C. to relieve Reenah at her post. She was down to doling out a single Dum Dum per trick-or-treater, which elicited a spectrum of reactions, from visible disappointment to "This is some bulls***." That last kid was 13 years old and easily outweighed Reenah and me by 100 pounds. I was ready to hop into a cab and get him a Ghirardelli basket, but Reenah held firm, and quietly asked me to stop urinating on myself.

They just kept coming and coming. I felt like we were Paul Newman and Robert Redford at the end of "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," expending our last bandoliers of chocolate bars into the relentless advance of the Bolivian army.

Growing up, Halloween had been a neighborly thing--you stopped by your neighbors' house, chatted for five minutes, they gave you some candy, then you did the same thing at the house next door. This was purely transactional. The high school kids didn't even bother with costumes, they just showed up with bookbags sullenly outstretched. Some kids made an effort, though. My favorite costume was the two brothers who split a Batman suit. One wore the suit. The other wore the Batman mask with a crisp sports shirt. Casual day at the Batcave.

The most volatile moment occurred when an eight-year-old girl, unfazed by the yards filled with skulls and tombstones and cackling goblins, was so terrified by the sight of Reenah's leftover tempura that she missed seeing Reenah drop candy in her bag. Then, when I tried to boot her off the porch, she started complaining loudly that we hadn't given her any candy. Luckily, her mother had seen everything, and told her she was mistaken.

In the girl's defense, however, it was only one Dum Dum.

On to the game. . .

After taking a bye week to allow the rest of the beleaguered league time to recuperate, the Tar Heel Terror Squad, America's Team, your CAROLINA PANTHERS hosted the infamous Minnesota Vikings this past Sunday. Before the game, Vikings CB Fred Smoot trash-talked Pro Bowl-bound WR Steve Smith.

The thing is, as any of you who have followed my posts for the past two years when Fred was a Redskin, Fred Smoot is vastly entertaining because 60% of what he says is unintelligible. It's entirely plausible for a guy like him to call in dinner reservations and end up with two boatloads of hookers. So I can't imagine what his trash-talk sounds like.

Smoot: Ergwt! Frert dwse grgyu!
Smith: I'm sorry, what was that again?
Smooth: Pokr sjijt wezz! Stlkj1!
Smith: I. . .are you asking me a question?
Smoot: Retj! Ujij! Slli tnno qwe!
Smith: Umm. . .(with great uncertainty) Tuesday.

Trailing 7-0 by the end of the first, a scrambling QB Daunte Culpepper got hit low but legally by CB Chris Gamble, tearing the anterior cruciate, medial collateral, and posterior cruciate ligaments in his knee (for those of you keeping score at home--there are no other ligaments in the knee). The hit left him entirely immobile, but still ahead of Michael Bennett on the RB depth chart.

Dominating on both sides of the ball, Carolina rang up a 24-0 lead by halftime, their receivers like mirages on the field, their defense like Estonian sumo star Baruto in the ring. What poise, what grace! By afternoon's end, as a dispirited Vikings squadron trudged slowly off the field savoring a 38-13 defeat, the general Jake Delhomme had posted 3 TDs on 21/30 for 341 yds
and the best WR in football in the past fifteen years, Steve Smith, had 11 recs for 201 and 1 TD.

Reader mail feature

From Brian B., in NYC:
"I was glad to see that the Ivy League Credentials feature of your blog make it's return, with a full paragraph devoted to HLS. Please keep it up."

You're right Brian, I should be spending an equal amount of time showcasing other fine academic institutions, for example, the University of Virginia. Located in Charlottesville, Virginia, UVA prides itself on being the best source of higher education in the region, no small feat when your competition is Uno's Management Training School and a state technical college whose football team fields more thugs than Burt Reynolds' in The Longest Yard. UVA is also known for its Honor Code, embodying all of the virtues most other schools think are intuitive enough not to have to put into writing.

Up next: the surging 5-2 Panthers meet the 5-2 Buccaneers in a battle for Dirty Souf supremacy. Things to watch: on one side of the ball you have the Human Sack Machine, DE Julius Peppers. On the other side, you have QB Chris Simms, who looks like prison currency. Who would you go with? One other sidebar: in each of the past two years, Carolina DE Kavika Pittman has had his season ended after having his ACL torn by the Buccaneers. I don't really have anything to add to that if I could be anyone this Sunday, it wouldn't be Kavika Pittman.

Until next time.

Rrowrrrr!

Week 7: Bye Bye Bye