Huge Win In The Old Conference Now!

I stayed up for it, and I’m glad.  Let the snow fall, and the winter storm roll in.  I’ll take it, because the Ohio State Buckeyes have beaten the Indiana Hoosiers in one of the most improbable victories we’ve seen in a while.

Remember, this is the Indiana team that manhandled the Buckeyes in Columbus.  But tonight, the Ohio State backcourt of Shannon Scott and Aaron Craft controlled the game.  Every time you looked up, Craft was driving to the hoop for a clutch bucket, or Scott was making an unbelievable steal to keep the Buckeyes in control.  And the Hoosiers lost.

It’s unimaginable, really, that Ohio State would beat Indiana in Bloomington, on Senior Night, with the Big Ten championship on the line — but they did.  They neutralized Victor Oladipo, kept Cody Zeller from domination, and controlled the entire second half.

It was an awesome performance by the Buckeyes, and an awesome coaching job by Thad Matta and his staff.  If I weren’t a working man, I’d watch it again right now.  But I am . . . which means I’m watching it again, tomorrow night.  Awesome performance, Buckeyes!

(I’ll also repeat what I’ve said earlier.  This year’s Big Ten is one of the greatest, most competitive college conferences ever.  It’s just been terrific basketball.)

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College Movies

Think back to your days at your old Alma Mater.

Perhaps you went to the University Flick, on High Street.  Or you went to the repertory theater in your college town.  Or you went to see the odd, often old, movies shown by your school’s film and cinema department.  Or, because you are just a perverse individual, you were fascinated by David Lynch’s epic Eraserhead.

Either way, when you were in college you got to see an eclectic mix of movies that you aren’t likely to see at your standard suburban multiplex.   It was a great time to watch movies, and talk about movies, and learn about movies.

Think about your college movie experience, and you’ll be more likely to appreciate Richard’s movie reviews for Vox — like his latest, of The Act of Killing.  It sounds like a great movie — but then, Richard has a talent for making just about every movie worth seeing.  If you have not subscribed to his Twitter feed, you’re missing out.  His thoughts are well worth hearing.

The Dreaded 9 O’Clock Start

I’m a working man.  On weekdays, I get up before 5 a.m.  I’m out the door and off to work by  7 a.m., and I typically don’t get home until after 6:30 p.m.

Why do college basketball game planners hate people like me?  Why do they put good games, like Ohio State’s match-up with Indiana tonight, on the schedule for 9 p.m. on a weeknight?  It’s Tuesday night, for crying out loud!

So, here’s what will happen.  I’ll watch the game.  I’ll stay up later than I normally do.  I’ll be charged up about the game for a prolonged period of time.  And when the game ends around 11 p.m. or so, I’ll be unable to get to sleep right away.  Either I’ll be upset at how the Buckeyes played and focused on their loss when I try to sleep, or I’ll be excited that Ohio State somehow pulled off an improbable road victory — on Indiana’s senior night, no less, when the Hoosiers are trying to win an outright Big Ten championship — that the adrenalin won’t let me rest.  Either way, I’m not going to get a good night’s sleep.  And don’t even raise the possibility of overtime!

C’mon, ESPN, and Big Ten.  Give a working man a break!

The Insomniac’s Lament

I had one of those nights again last night.  If you’ve every experienced insomnia, you know exactly what I mean.

IMG_3242My brain was racing and flitting from topic to topic, as if it were under the power of a bored husband handling the TV remote control and driving his wife to distraction as he moved forever from channel to channel without ever actually watching anything.  Bizarrely contorted depictions of work projects, bad knees, poop-eating dogs, art schools, collapsing sinkholes, novocaine injections, and Medicare cutoffs danced fitfully across the mental landscape to the soundtrack of The Flight of the Bumblebee.  I flipped back and forth on the bed like an over-cooked burger, looking dry-eyed at the clock and wishing I could just fall asleep.

But sometimes you can’t fall asleep, no matter how you try.  Whether it’s what you ate, or the unique combination of issues in your life at that particular hour on that particular day, or some other cause, blissful sleep simply will not come.  When that happens, I yield to the inevitable and shuffle downstairs rather than disturb Kish with my tossing and turning.  I plop down in front of the computer and scroll through the internet, moving quickly from the BBC to the Ozone to the Drudge Report to Facebook, from blogs to Twitter feeds to Facebook pages.  My grinding brain lacks the focus needed to read a book, but the little dips into the information world that the internet offers are perfectly suited to my mental state.

After a few hours, it’s time to feed and walk the dogs, and let the day begin.  Tonight I’ll try again.