Archive for December, 2008

Finishing 2008 in Cardiff

I found a very nice surprise waiting for me when I got home from work this morning. I found out that I get to finish off 2008 by being able to watch Cardiff play Ospreys in a Welsh Rugby version of a civil war to played out from the Cardiff Arms Park. If Ospreys can win, they can climb to the top of the Magner’s League. 


Both teams have a number of players who play for the Welsh National Rugby Team-many of whom played very well during the November Autumn Internationals against the Tri Nations teams from New Zealand, South Africa and Australia. 

In an interesting move, fullback Lee Byrne-who played so well for Wales-is going to be moved to the wing, and Gavin Henson will move to fullback. James Hook drops to the bench so Dan Biggar starts at fly-half, partnering Mike Phillips at half-back. Blues are without prop Gary Powell and centre Jamie Robinson through injury, the pair having both picked up minor knocks in the win over the Dragons.

Wing Leigh Halfpenny(A youngster who looks to have a bright future) and utility back Ceri Sweeney are named on the bench.

Sweeney gives way at fly-half to Nicky Robinson, despite his try-scoring performance in the 21-19 win against former regional side Newport Gwent Dragons on Boxing Day.

Wales stars Martyn Williams and Gethin Jenkins are both recalled to the Blues’ starting line-up.

The Ospreys are without Wales wing Shane Williams because of a shoulder injury.

Nigel Owen, perhaps my favorite international ref will call this game.

What a nice way to finish off the year in rugby for 2008! 

Addendum: Ospreys ended up winning a gritty contest in Cardiff 12-16. Lee Byrne scored a try, and was also yellow carded for a professional foul for the Ospreys. I thought when James Hook came in at fly half, it gave the Ospreys an extra boost of energy that was enough to overcome the Blues. Overall, an entertaining match to close out 2008.
 

A Suggestion for a Prop-Sized Oprah…

It’s a pretty safe bet that in over a year and half on the blogosphere, I have yet to comment on anything by Oprah Winfrey.  On the one hand, she really is an American success story. I have no trouble with anybody using hard work, talent and chutzpah to obtain financial success. 

In the last few years, I have to admit that Ms. Winfrey has become just a bit sanctimonious for this writer. It seems like she has all kind of advice for parents on her show.  There is just a little problem with here telling parents how we should raise our kids-she has NO kids. Zero. Zilch. Nadie. For her to give advice on parenting is like me giving advice and guidance to black kids on the African-American experience. 

The other thing that has become annoying is her wanting to make a public show of every bloody donation or good deed that she does.  I think it’s great if anybody wants to give to charity, and goodness knows Oprah has the greenbacks to throw around, and she can certainly do with her vast riches as she deems fit.  It’s just lately, whenever Oprah is giving anything out, she looks like she is about ready to dislocate her shoulder from patting herself on the back for her latest good deed.

Well, just when this writer had thought he had seen more than he could stomach of Ms. Winfrey, she recently did a story and a cover shot on her own magazine cover:  http://www.oprah.com/article/omagazine/200901_omag_oprah_weight

It would seem that Oprah has a hard time with the fact that her weight has ballooned again over the 200 pound mark, and just feels terrible about it. More than a few people have commented about it, like my friend Michelle at http://blondebombchelle.blogspot.com/2008/12/big-2-0-0.html
I like Michelle’s commentary on this story. She does a great job of commenting on it, and rather than re-invent the wheel, read her blog posting.

As a fellow wide-body, I have a couple of suggestions for Ms. Winfrey and her 200+ pound self:  Oprah, if you REALLY want to feel good about yourself, go to an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet, and/or go to a Wal-Mart. It works wonders for me. Last week, we went to a Chinese Buffet in New Hope, and my prop-sized body looked actually skinnny compared to the other diners. Spending any time at a Wal-Mart does wonders for my self esteem. I feel better about my looks and IQ. I feel way better about myself after spending any time at Wal-Mart-particularly the crappy ones in Bloomington and Brooklyn Park.

Oprah, as you seem like a person who loves a good challenge, you can also take up rugby. There are women your age taking up the sport. Women rugby players are fun to party with,  they generally have a good body image, and could give a shit if they fit into a size 6. As you would be a natural prop, you could even get a jersey with the number 1 on it- which should be able to feed your considerable ego. (Well, you could get the number 3, but you strike me as more of a loose head rather than tight head prop)

Try it Oprah. Really. Oh yeah, and while you’re at it shut your pie-hole and stop your whining. Nobody likes a whiner during the holidays. Multi-millionaire whiners are even harder to take. 

Feeling Minnesota

It’s been a raw weekend here in the Gopher State. We had warmer weather and rain on Friday, but then the thermometer dipped the last couple of days, now almost every parking lot, driveway and sidewalk is like a hockey rink in need of a Zamboni machine. At the very least, all of the glare ice on the ground is a broken hip waiting to happen to somebody.


Yesterday, my wife and I got tickets to go see the comedian Louie Anderson perform at Northrop Auditorium last night. He is a local guy (from Saint Paul) who made it big. I had never had a chance to see him live. He did not disappoint. He had a well over hour long set that centered a great deal on things Minnesotan and made his family the butt-end of a lot of his humor. Along with being a comedian, he has written a couple of books about surviving a dysfuctional home with an alcoholic father. One of his best observations was on the subject of “Minnesota Nice”, that non-threatening form of passive aggression that dominates interpersonal reactions. On a superficial level, people from my state are “nice”-but it’s a type of civility that keeps people at arm’s length. It’s not the type of almost golden retriever or Labrador type friendliness that you run into when you go to a place like South Texas or Tennessee; but Louie observed that ” In Minnesota, we have to be nice to one another, because you never know when you are going to have to borrow jumper cables to start a stalled car on a cold morning.” There is more than a little bit of truth to his observation. It was great to see good comedy show for some laughs.

The other bit of conversation that is dominating a lot of conversations is today’s football game between the Minnesota Vikings and the defending Super Bowl Champs, the New York (even though they play in New Jersey) Giants. The G-men already have the #1 seed salted away in the NFC. This game really means nothing but pride to the men in blue. For the Vikings, it is simple after last weeks fumble-infested loss to the Falcons: win, and the men in purple are in. Lose, and they have to hope for Houston to beat the Chicago Bears to “Back in” to a playoff berth. Not a great way to win a divsion going into the playoffs, which start next weekend. 

As I have mentioned before in this blog, to be a Minnesota sports fan is to be like Charlie Brown waiting for Lucy to pull the football away at the last minute before he kicks it: you just KNOW you are going to be let down by your sports teams. (The last major titles that anybody cares about in the Gopher State are the Twins’ World Series wins in 1991 and 1987, and a couple of NCAA Hockey and wrestling titles won by the University of Minnesota since 2000)

I just finished working out and my wife and I are going to go over to my saffa friend Jacque’s house to watch the Vikings game…I plan on bringing plenty of alcohol, to either celebrate a win, or drown my sorrows. ( Alcohol related factoid: My home state has the second highest level of alcoholism in the US, after our neighbors in Wisconsin…no wonder drug rehab places like Hazelden are so big here)

ADDENDUM: The Vikes came from behind and beat the Giants on Ryan Longwell’s 50 yard field goal to win 20-19. At this point, it looks like the Vikings will play the Philadelphia Eagles, who are just beating the Cowboys silly  44-3 as I am making ham and bean soup this Sunday evening.

“Getting Out of Your Çomfort Zone”

I had a very nice Christmas. I came home from my night shift at work, everybody got up, and we exchanged presents. I went to be at close to 10 AM. I got up for Christmas dinner at 4pm. My wife made a great Turkey dinner with mashed red potatoes and all of the trimmings. I was still really knackered and had to go back to bed-I slept from 6-10 PM. It was very frustrating to miss so much of Christmas because I was just so bloody fatigued from working nights-I worked the graveyard shift on both Christmas Eve and Christmas. 

Nobody puts a gun to your head to work nights. It’s part of what we do in my profession, just like a cop or a fireman. That said, nights just physically and mentally really take a toll on you. My buddy Moose, the cop down in Florida, is just going to days after working several years as a K-9 Cop down in Palmetto. When his canine partner Talon died back in November, he put in to work days. He felt the nights were just beating the shit out of him, too.

On January 5th, I start a new job working at the Veteran’s Administration Medical Center here in Minneapolis. There are a variety of reasons why I took the job. One big reason was that I was offered a chance to work days(7a-3p) and evenings (3p-11p)-no nights. I also feel like I have been working away from “hands-on” nursing for quite some time-over 12 years now. I know there are people in my profession who would like at my phone triage job as pretty easy, and why would I leave it. Well…I think there is something to be said about switching out your routine and doing something different; to get out of my comfort zone, if you will. It’s not always a bad thing to do. I did it when I left home to study in France a couple of times. I did it when we hosted foreign exchange students and when I went back into the Army Reserves after 9/11. 

I won’t lie: I am a bit nervous about getting back into hospital nursing. 12 years is a bloody long time to have been away from it, and there have been a lot of changes. I have to admit that I was intrigued to sign on with the new spinal cord injury department that they are opening at the VA.

Part of the other reason that I wanted to get back into hands-on nursing is to get my skills back up to snuff so that some day I can do some travel nursing. There are all kinds of different programs where I could go work in the UK, New Zealand or Australia. The idea of working in a different system intrigues me greatly-but to do that, I need to get back into hospital nursing. 

For the short term, it will nice to get off nights and have a normal life-or at least what passes as normal in my life and in my line of work.

“The Real Christmas Spirit”

As I sit here on this Christmas Eve, I am thinking about a lot of things that  I could be writing about: Past Christmas memories from my childhood, my memories of Christmas in France 27 years ago, the many fun Christmas mornings of my own kids, and finally my first Christmas as “Papi”, or “grandpa” of my six month old grandson, Duncan. There is also so much bad news to write about, because to me, bad news like catastrophe’s, accidents and lay-offs just seem uglier and crueler during the holiday season. 

The day before yesterday, there was a huge apartment complex fire in Burnsville, a suburb just south of Minneapolis. In one foul swoop, about 200 people lost all that they had and were made homeless. 
http://www.startribune.com/local/south/36594819.html?elr=KArks:DCiUocOaL_nDaycU

And the video to go with the story: http://www.startribune.com/video/36607499.html

During a holiday season that has been the most melancholy that I can remember since the late 70’s, word hit the local newswires about an act of kindness from one individual to try to reach out and help their fellow human being (The below quoted from startribune.com :

Deluged by the kindness of strangers Tuesday, the victims of a fierce fire that destroyed a Burnsville apartment complex Monday will experience an equally blessed Christmas Eve today.

A check for more than $17,500 will be given to each displaced family — many of them poor before losing everything in the Burncliff Apartments fire — thanks to a $1 million anonymous gift announced Tuesday night. They’ll also get their December rent and security deposits refunded and split $100,000 more in donations.

For more than 60 households left homeless by the fire, the news of such generosity came on the heels of a day of kindness after kindness, and left many in grateful tears.

I know that there are many, many people who are trying in ways small and large to make this world a better place.  This stunning act of charity and caring to about 200 total strangers won’t bring back lost photo albums or pets who died in this fire-but it will go along way towards helping some people back on their feet who were dealt a terrible blow.
I think that there are angels among us. This one just happened to have a pen and a checkbook as large as their heart. 

Changes With the Metropolis Rugby Football Club

Last week it was announced that there have been some changes at the coaching level with my club, the Metropolis Rugby Football Club. 

Our A-squad coach for the past two years, Denny Rowlands is stepping down. Chad “Augie” Augeson will now be the new head coach for the A-side. 

I don’t know the exact reasons why it happened. I am going to guess that it was becoming a bit much for Denny and his wife, Rowena. They have burly, bouncing 18 month old toddler who has been keeping them quite busy. I can only imagine how hard it is to coach a top flight, Division I rugby program and have a new family. I won’t get a chance to talk to Denny about it for a few weeks-he, Rowena and their son Cooper are leaving for Australia for a few weeks. As luck would have it, Denny only lives a couple of blocks from me, so I can swing by sometime and talk to him.

I think he did a great job coaching. I think he picked up a lot of great ideas when he went to a coaching conference in New Zealand a couple of years ago.

Denny is a native Australian who played rugby league professionally back in Oz. In the USA, you don’t find a whole lot of the 13-man game, so when he moved here to the Twin Cities, he got involved with Metropolis, where he played prop. 

I think my favorite Denny story is when I first started out with Metropolis back in 2006, we did a road trip down to play in Lawrence, Kansas and in Kansas City, Missouri. The A-side lost a really tough, chippy game against the University of Kansas on Saturday. The next day, we were slated to play the KC Rugby Club. Denny was not going to play on Saturday, as he was having some horrific back spasms. In the first half, Kansas City was just taking Metropolis to the woodshed. They were killing us in the scrums. In spite of the pain and stiffness, Denny did some stretches, grimaced and told our coach Jason that he would go in towards the end of the first half.

You would not think that a tight head prop could make such a difference in a game. You would be wrong. All of the sudden, not only were we not getting killed, we were actually winning some scrums. It’s true that the boys really upped their intensity, and ended up winning a close one against KC. It was an amazing display of toughness, courage, physical strength…and masochism. One thing was for sure, Denny was a guy with whom I would not want to be on his bad side. 

I had a chance to play with Augie in a couple of games in the Spring(Augie has the shaved head to my right). He played as a fly half, and was really the field general. This was a guy who exuded leadership skills…and was a really nice guy on top of it. Augie has been involved with Learn Rugby Minnesota in doing some clinics to try to get rugby out to kids at the more grass roots level. 

I may be just an “Old Boy” who tries to get into the odd B-squad game, but as a member of the club, I think that as good of a job as Denny has done, I think he left the club in good hands to Augie to see if he can take the A-side to the next level. 

Metropolis will have it’s 2008 banquet on January 10th. I am looking forward to a good time seeing everybody. I am very optimistic at the direction the club has gone in the last couple of years and am really psyched about some of the good young players we have picked up in the past fall season. I envy the guys who will be able to do the Metropolis trip to Ireland and England in March, but I think the club is doing well, which is pretty cool.

6 Months and Counting…


My Grandson, Duncan, turned 6 months old the other day. He had his 6 month well-baby check, where he was at the 50th percentile for weight…and the 95th percentile for height. He had his immunizations and his flu shot. Good to see that he got a clean bill of health.

This Christmas season has been fun having a baby in the house. My animals seem to enjoy hanging around him, as well…

This picture was taken a couple of weeks ago when we were getting our decorations out. I was hanging on to Duncan, when Buddha the Bulldog and Emmie the Calico cat decided to join us. Buddha, in particular, just loves his “ugly puppy”. It will be interesting to see how things go with Duncan and the animals once Duncan is more mobile in a few short months. I know I am looking around my house thinking that if I was a toddler, would I want to stick a certain thing in my mouth, touch it, grab it, or throw it, or what will be the ramifications if I fall on it. It’s clear that me and “Da Redhead” have a lot of work to do to baby and toddler-proof our house.

Aside from my chortling and generally good-humored grandson, the other thing that has helped a whole lot with holiday-time cheer has been my wife being back at work for over a week. Things are going just swimmingly with her new employer. One thing that I just love is that each employee at the funeral home takes turns bringing in lunch for the other 6-7 workers, and they eat lunch together. Yesterday, I made cassoulet (it’s amazing what you can do with some spare ham, white fava beans, spuds, onions and some red wine) for her to bring in to work, and the favorite from the region around Toulouse was a big hit. It’s great that they take the time to eat together.

I know things are looking a bit grim in a lot of places in the world, but not here in my little corner in New Hope, Minnesota. I am counting my blessings. I hope wherever you are, dear reader, that things are looking up for you, as well.

Dan Carter WAS Money…

My friend Jacques and Jean, an AFS student from near Perpignan (I’m a volunteer with AFS and his contact person), came to my house this past Sunday to see if Dan Carter could show Catalan supporters that the vast amounts of Euros being spent on the All Black fly half were going to be worth it, as Perpignan hosted Leicester in the south west of France.

The answer to the question, was oui, bien sur.

Carter accounted for 16 of Perpignan’s 26 points with his left boot, scoring two conversions and 4 penalties as the Catalans won a very entertaining game, 26-20. Carter certainly did not do it alone-to the delight of my Saffa friend, Jacques, he got to see his compatriot Gerrie Britz scored two tries, and just generally play a very good game from his flanker position. Jean, who is a big time Perpignan fan, was just about giddy with their play and the result.

Leicester scrum half Harry Ellis provided a scary moment late in the game for Perpignan fans and management alike when he did a dangerous, high flying tackle on Carter- which would have looked good in the UFC octogon or in a Greco Roman wrestling match-but to the relief of all, the Kiwi fly half was no worse for the wear.

Stade Aime Giral in Perpignan is a tough venue for any visiting side, but there is no doubt in my mind that Carter’s skills and steel-nerve were a huge factor in Perpignan holding on for the win. They still have a shot-albeit a long one-of advancing out of a tough group that also has Welsh side Ospreys at the head of this class.  Perpignan is going to have to win their last two pool games, one of them will need to be a bonus point win, and then hope for a little bad luck for the other second place teams in the other pools to be able to somehow snatch a quarterfinal place. At this point, only Toulouse looks to be a lock for the Heineken Cup quarterfinals.

If I am involved with Toulouse, Stade Francais, Clermont Auvergne and surprising Bayonne, I would have to think that any matches they will have with the Catalans will be even more competitive. I think Perpignan can only get better once Carter gets comfortable with his new mates and surroundings. For me, the big question will be if his body can hold out after the Super 14 season with the Crusaders, followed by the Tri Nations matches and the autumn internationals. He looks good now, but the Top 14 is really an endurance race that goes to the middle of June.

Still, if I am a rugby fan wearing the red and gold of Perpignan, I have to really be curious to see what sumptuous feast of rugby awaits, after having had a taste of this hors d’oeuvre of a match. For Dan Carter, it is hard to imagine him having had a better start for his stay in France.

Random Shoe Thoughts for Monday…

In a rare foray into the international news scene, the big talk coming out of Iraq was the attempt of an Iraqi TV reporter to nail President Bush with his shoes, not once, but twice…
http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/asiapcf/12/15/bush.afghanistan/index.html

He missed on both attempts.

In looking at the video a couple of times, I could not help but to think the following:
1. President Bush still has pretty good reflexes.
2. Secret service and security were really S-L-O-W in getting to the thrower before he ran out of shoes.
3. This iconic image is going to stick with President Bush for a long time, not too unlike President Ford wacking his head on a helicopter doorway, President Carter’s stupid, toothy, sheepish grin during 444 days of American embassy workers being held hostage in Iran,  President Bush senior vomiting on the lap of the Japanese Ambassador, and  President Clinton’s angered insistent pledge that he “did not have sex with that woman.”

There is no truth to the rumor that Muntadhar al-Zaidi received coaching from English fly half Danny Cipriani nor French fly half David Skrela before his 0-2 throwing effort on the big stage.

Heineken Cup: All Eyes On Daniel Carter in Perpignan

As group play in the Heineken Cup, the tournament for rugby club supremacy in Europe, moves into match day 4 this weekend, we are seeing some teams already separating themselves apart, and some teams still in the mix. The big surprise last weekend was Stade Francais getting dumped in the Stade de France by a very opportunistic London Harlequins side.

The thing that will make this weekend’s matches more interesting is that the matches will all involve the same teams playing the same opponents-only the teams who were home this past weekend will now find themselves on the road. Probably the three best matches last weekend were Leicester beating Perpignan, Clermont Auvergne defeating the holders, Munster, in a thrilling match played out in Clermont Ferrand, and the best of the lot, Bath hanging on to defeat Glasgow 35-31 in an absolute orgy of open rugby-Glasgow came this close to stealing a win on an interception that just missed on cashing in for a last second score.

Those matches, plus Stade Francais going to England to play ‘Quins are already saved in my DVR to record for my viewing pleasure. I think it’s a pretty safe bet of which match will carry more than passing interest, not just in France and England, but as far away as New Zealand, as a certain All Black, Daniel Carter will play his first game wearing the Catalan yellow and red of Perpignan. To say that anticipation is high among Perpignan supporters would be an understatement. The unfortunate thing for Perpignan, is that any influence Carter might have to get the Catalans out group play and into the Heineken Cup Quarterfinals might be a case of too little, too late. Carter stands to make a ton of money for his seven month sojurn to the Southwest of France, but because of the All Black’s (very successful) autumn tour in Europe, and commercial obligations to the All Blacks and Addidas, he has not had much time to practice, or learn much French. I think as far as Perpignan’s management is concerned, the Heineken Cup is a nice thing, but most people involved with the club and supporters are REALLY hoping for, is for Carter’s vast skills from the fly-half position will help bring Le Bouclier du Brennus back to Perpignan for the first time in 54 years. Carter’s presence will certainly sell a few more Perpignan shirts, but can it finally take the Catalans to the promised land at the Stade de France in June? Time will tell.