Living the life of my characters

Over the past few days, I’ve puzzled over how to portray the actions of two characters who live on Mars — Shadowgrass and Voodoo Billie — who’ve fallen in love with each other, both for the first time.

I’ve felt how confused they are, how their regularly scheduled lives have been interrupted.

I need space in my thoughts to separate myself from them so I can look at their situation from a bird’s-eye view for a while.

Yet, tomorrow the University of Tennessee plays the University of Alabama in a classic fall battle between traditional powers, the house that Neyland’s built versus the house that Bear Bryant built.

Two words: Go Vols! We true fans are behind you all the way!!!!

Too many choices or not enough?

In the day and age of sports-related head concussions making the news, with more and more entertainment choices available, is it any wonder that college students only have so much patience/tolerance to stay for a whole football game when they can go back to their frats, drink, watch TV and party in ways that they can’t while inside a security-controlled environment like a modern university stadium?

I sure miss the days of storming the field after a big win and tearing down the goalposts like the years UTK beat Bama in Knoxville in 1982 and 1984.

After watching Gestapo-style display of jackbooted/helmeted security lining a field in the fourth quarter, my university-minded self of liberty-for-all certainly hasn’t desired to stay until the end of a game very much anymore.

Therefore, as university administrators are itching to generate more revenue for their sports programs, frothing at the mouth to get their money-stained hands on student seating in order to charge more money to athletic boosters and the general public, we’ll see more “outrage” officially stated in press releases like these disguised as news.

Zzzzzzz…

The sound of commerce

Tonight, in another room my wife was watching the tellie. From the rapid-fire elevated voice of the squawk box, I couldn’t tell if my wife was watching a televangelist, a talk show host, an advert selling a miracle juicer or a sports broadcaster. She never watches the first two but there’s always a first, I guess.

Turns out she was watching the local high school football report.