Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Compliment Of The Day


"You are always willing to help others and are genuinely interested in making a difference in other people’s lives.  Those qualities are very admirable!  Also, I think that it’s really cool that you are coaching basketball and tutoring kids. 
 
I just wanted to say thanks and don’t forget to let me know about your next play!"

A 9 Out Of 10 Day

That's what I told Dena. Hidden Bloggers know that since I work in a mathematical, tax-oriented insurance profession, the most interesting way to describe my day to my friends is to simply rate it on a scale of 1 to 10.

Yesterday was one of those rare days that reached 9, because pretty much every interaction I had was positive.

Made good progress on an insurance product pricing spreadsheet.

Got some strong votes of support from upper management to help get one of our key projects approved.

Had a positive and productive staff meeting, then devised a way to eliminate some wasteful work from the team's processes.

Had a working lunch that made progress in preparing for a presentation.

Published a posting for our new analyst job. Visited with two talented candidates and their managers who were supportive of their candidates' availability to apply for the job.

Had a fruitful 1-on-1 meeting with one of my direct reports who was in an upbeat mood to begin with.

Another direct report dropped by with exciting news.

Bumped into my boss in the hall who was in good spirits.

Delivered some material to several people who responded with thankfulness.

Bumped into another friend in the hall who was considering applying for a job but unsure, so was able to provide some mentoring that seemed to help her reach a decision.

Basically everything I touched yesterday was positive, or as I'd rather say, God touched me entirely with positive things.

The only way the day could have been better is if it were my retirement!

A Grate Greeting

A priest wrote an e-mail to us recently that was signed "God bless you." That's a perfectly good one. If God's blessing you, ain't nothing stopping you that day. And since (in my opinion) God blesses us every day, it's a reminder of that. Having some fun with the exact language, I take it to mean "May God bless you" instead of "God is blessing you." So it's actually something of a hopeful greeting, like "Sure hope God blesses you today, because if not, oh brother."

So when I replied to the note, I signed it "Have a grateful day." On one hand, it's confident but is technically commanding, which may come across unkindly to some. But it puts your emotional state in your own hands, rather than in random fortune, and still reminds that there is definitely something to be grateful for.

Have a grateful day!

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

When Patience Pays

It's been four years since I began planning for ways to prepare for the retirement of one of our staff members.

Some of the job duties were transferred to other people, which had some pain associated with it, but we made it through.

Other duties were not as easy to transfer. A big part of it is that there is not enough staff on the team to simply absorb the extra duties that the retiree will leave behind. Our attempts to do so anyway resulted in more pain.

It was clear that we needed to hire a mentee, and soon, given the need to transplant as much of 40 years of experience as possible in a relatively short period of time.

I needed the permission of two managers in order to be able to move forward. We'll call them Hank and Frank.

I asked Frank for permission, who said yes.

Asked Hank, who said no. Actually, who said to provide more detail behind the need, which I compiled into an e-mail and sent.

Hank said no, or at least, not yet.

Pushing is a lousy way to sell, so I waited.

I happened to be in a meeting with Frank a month later and brought up the subject softly, and said yes.

I wrote an e-mail explaining to Hank that Frank had said yes, enclosing the previous details of the need.
A couple months later I brought it back up and Hank said maybe, let him talk to Frank.

A couple weeks later Hank said that when he'd spoken with Frank, Frank had been reluctant.

I figured it was time to move to plan B, which turned out to be one of the lesser, painful plans.

A couple months later Frank sent an e-mail to Hank and me asking what our plans were to replace the retiree. Hank wrote back to say that he wasn't sure that we needed to replace the retiree, asking for details. I forwarded the old e-mail with the details.

Out of the blue a few months later Hank said that we should just go ahead and hire the successor staff person. Within the half hour I forwarded the old e-mail to Hank and Frank pointing out that Hank had said yes, should we proceed?

Yesterday morning, Hank poked his head in my door and green lighted the hiring!

Patience is rewarded a lot faster than impatience. Ironically, it was impatience on this subject that led to my minor outburst of frustration on Friday, which I ended up kicking myself all weekend about. I suppose I felt more like Job than Joe at the time. And then, I was given yet another undeserved gift to be thankful for, and fueled the first day of a great week.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Fresh Week, Fresh Outlook

Playing tricks usually isn't nice, even if it is Halloween week. But it's just fine if the person you're tricking is yourself.

Chances are you've been working the same job for a while, and it might have lost some of its luster.

If things are backed up, why not pretend that you've just been hired to come in and clean it up? Forget whatever role you may have played in getting this far behind. Now you're a hero coming into save the day.

Or maybe pretend it's your last day before a long vacation? Think about what you'd do on that vacation. Give today a little extra oomph to wrap things up.

Quiz: How Similar Are Your Political Views To The President's?

http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/DC-Decoder/2012/0709/Are-you-more-or-less-liberal-than-President-Obama-Take-our-quiz/What-s-the-best-plan-to-reduce-our-dependency-on-foreign-oil

Sunday, October 28, 2012

An Army Of Less Than One: The Week In Thanks

This post comes at a good time, since it's been one of those weeks where not enough grateful thoughts have been running through my mind - which can be costly.

I scored a significant accomplishment at work, polished off the transfer of about a thousand "knowledge articles" that I'd compiled into a searchable Wikipedia-style site at the office. By Thursday I was feeling pretty good about what the future held.

Friday turned out to be the end of the long stretch of calm in the work flow, as a bunch of stuff came in and caused me to work twelve straight hours and miss my exercise time.

The improper response was to vent via e-mail at one point during the day, a long-standing no-no that I'm usually fantastic at obeying.

The thankful person would have realized that there are soldiers fighting in Afghanistan who are fired at around the clock for months on end, with no comforts of home. Lamenting the occasional swamped day of work is pretty lame!

Besides the success of my wrapping up the long project, several of my actuarial co-workers passed the certification exams they had been studying for for months.

Two of my friends were very successful in a karaoke competition.

Phase 1 of my tooth-crowning went smoothly, alleviating the pain that had lingered.

My hearing is back to normal after a productive trip to the doctor's office for professional cleaning. The experience also reinforced that I'm much better qualified as a businessman than a soldier, since I could be tortured into sharing vital government secrets as simply as sticking a vacuum tube into my ear canal (although maybe the nurse practitioner just missed her calling as an information-extractor from enemy forces).

The Cubbies' National League is well on its way to World Series victory; the Fighting Irish, Crimson Tide and Bears all won yet again. Even the Derrick Rose-less Bulls had the best preseason record in their conference, and my fantasy basketball team is stacked with talent so I'm pleased with the draft.

We got some plans in place to see Mom; after her diagnosis of B-cell non-Hodgkins lymphoma (leukemia of blood in the bone), it will be especially good to visit. Fortunately, it's a slow-growing malady.

The largest measure of thanks to God I'll give this week, then, is for a mind capable of forgiveness of self and others, to adapt to the failings of one week so as to cleanse the next, and as always to focus on dreams of the future and not the phantoms of the past.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Where Young Adults Stand On Political Issues: Survey


CHICAGO (AP) — This generation of young Americans has been called many things, from civic-minded to "entitled." But fiscally conservative?

That's a new one, and it just might have an impact on the presidential election.

Listen to Caroline Winsett, a senior at DePaul University, who considers herself fairly socially liberal but says being fiscally conservative matters most right now.

"Ultimately, I'm voting with my pocketbook," says Winsett, a 22-year-old political science major who's president of the DePaul student body. She recently cast an absentee ballot for Republican Mitt Romney in her home state of Tennessee.

To be clear, polls show that President Barack Obama remains the favorite among 18- to 29-year-old registered voters, as he was in 2008. No one thinks the majority of young voters will support Romney, a former Massachusetts governor, in the Nov. 6 election.

But the polls also hint at a "schism" between those who weren't old enough to vote in 2008 and their older twenty-something counterparts, says John Della Volpe, the polling director at Harvard University's Institute of Politics.

In one poll, for instance, he found that 42 percent of 18- and 19-year-olds identified as "conservative," compared with just over one-third who said they were "liberal." By comparison, those proportions were nearly flipped for 22- to 24-year-olds: 39 percent said they were "liberal," and a third called themselves "conservative." It was much the same for older twenty-somethings.

Tina Wells, head of Buzz Marketing, an agency that tracks the attitudes of young people, has noticed this shift to the right. Her own researchers have found that the youngest adults are much more likely to label themselves "conservative," ''moderate" or "independent" than older Millennials, a term for young adults who've entered adulthood in the new millennium.

Like a lot of youth experts, Wells thinks it has to do with one thing: the economy.

Suddenly, she says, the "entitled generation," those who grew up in more prosperous times and were seen as having ridiculously high expectations for jobs and standard of living, was no more.

"That bubble burst the minute the economy started tanking, and they were the 'unemployed generation,'" Wells says. "They had to grow up."

She says the recession had a particularly profound effect on the political attitudes of younger Millennials, who've come of age as the adults who preceded them have lost homes, jobs and retirement funds. It has set a decidedly grimmer tone as their age group also has faced the highest unemployment rate of any age bracket, while many others have had to take jobs below their qualifications.

"We heard about how our parents' bank accounts were shrinking and how money that was there one day was gone the next," says Jessie Wurzer, a 17-year-old in Fairport, N.Y.

She says it's left her and her peers "with a lingering anxiety about money and finances in general."

They worry about how they'll afford college, whether Social Security will be there when they're ready to retire and how the national deficit will affect them. That's why Wurzer now calls herself a "fiscal conservative."

At the same time, however, she considers herself a moderate on social issues, including gay marriage and abortion. So in traditional political terms, this generation is hard to peg.

Unemployment is now the top concern among young people, says Deborah Maue, vice president at TRU, a Chicago-based research company that specializes in tweens, teens and young adults. Just after the 2008 election, unemployment ranked fifth, behind such issues as education and health care.

But, Maue, says this is a generation that's also passionately "hands off" on social issues. TRU's research also has found that teens are increasingly uninterested in organized religion.

"They're all about individuality and accepting people as individuals," says Maue, who leads the TRU Enrollment Insights Program for higher education professionals.

For some young people, an interest in individual freedom has sent them to the Libertarian party. Rachel Palermo, a 19-year-old in Northfield, Minn., is one of them.

"Our loss of trust may be why we have the mentality that the economy would be best with less intervention" says Palermo, a sophomore at St. Olaf College. She plans to vote for Libertarian presidential candidate Gary Johnson.

"Even though politician after politician promises they'll improve the economy, they have failed, and we are going to suffer from it."

Republicans also have seen an opportunity here.

In 2008, Republican pollster Kristen Soltis says she watched disappointedly as her party "really let the youth vote go."

This election, that hasn't been the case. Vice presidential candidate Paul Ryan has spent time campaigning on college campuses. George P. Bush, son of former Florida Gov. Jeb Bush, has done the same for the Romney-Ryan ticket in that state.

Soltis also notes that, last summer, during a recall election in Wisconsin, a slight majority of voters in the 18- to 24-year-old age bracket cast a ballot to keep Republican Gov. Scott Walker in office.

"This election is such a huge opportunity for Republicans," says Soltis, who, at age 28, is also a member of the millennial generation.

But it remains to be seen whether Republicans can win over these young voters on social issues, especially when the economy rebounds.

"Either the party will have to persuade more young people or the party will adapt. I don't necessarily know which way that's going to go yet," Soltis says.

Winsett, the DePaul senior, says Republicans would be wise to "shift back to the center" to attract more young people.

Brady Meixell, a freshman at the College of William & Mary in Virginia, agrees.

"People in my age group who would typically be Republicans, and are very fiscally conservative, are disenchanted with the social conservatism of the GOP and don't exactly know where to turn," says Meixell, who's 18 and plans to vote for Obama.

He says Obama has won many students over with college loan reforms and with his health care plan, which allows young people to stay on their parents' insurance into early adulthood.

Meanwhile, 21-year-old Alex Avdakov describes himself as conservative on social issues such as abortion and welfare. But his vote will be driven by what amounts to fiscal conservatism: a concern about government spending.

He plans to vote for Obama because he strongly opposes Romney's plan for military spending, "especially when his entire campaign is centered around reducing the deficit," says Avdakov, a senior at Case Western Reserve University in Ohio.

These mixed emotions help explain why this election is generating much less excitement on college campuses than there was in 2008.

"They're not fully committed to Obama. But they're not fully committed to Romney either," says Della Volpe, the pollster from Harvard.

Or perhaps they're not fully committed to the political process as a whole, but are turned off, as many young people note, by partisan bickering and gridlock.

A recent TRU poll found that more young people answered "don't know" or "don't care" when asked if they were liberal, moderate or conservative.

Six months after the 2008 election, 13 percent of teens and twentysomethings gave that answer. In a recent poll, that "don't know/don't' care" number rose to 27 percent for the entire age group — and to 36 percent for teens.

That could be bad news for those hoping to build on the last election's banner youth vote numbers. But Maue, at TRU, doesn't necessarily think it means they're disengaged.

"It may mean they're undecided," she says. "So it could go either way."
 

Immaculate Reception Original Broadcast 12-23-72

Mickey Mantle 1973 - His Last Home Run in Yankee Stadium, Old Timers Day, 8/11/1973

This one's for Jack!

Vin Scully's Call of Hank Aaron's 715th Home Run

Michelle Obama's Comedy Skit With Jimmy Kimmel: Wake Up And Vote!

Man Pranks Passers-By With Freaky Headless Illusion

Ah, the power of magic to entertain the masses!

http://news.yahoo.com/video#video=30956980

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Midwest Loving: No Frankenstorm Here

The temperature outside dropped from the 70s to the 40s in a couple hours, as it should in October. But compared with what the East Coast is currently facing, I'm glad to be a Midwesterner.

WASHINGTON (AP) — An unusual nasty mix of a hurricane and a winter storm that forecasters are now calling "Frankenstorm" is likely to blast most of the East Coast next week, focusing the worst of its weather mayhem around New York City and New Jersey.

Government forecasters on Thursday upped the odds of a major weather mess, now saying there's a 90 percent chance that the East will get steady gale-force winds, heavy rain, flooding and maybe snow starting Sunday and stretching past Halloween on Wednesday.

Meteorologists say it is likely to cause $1 billion in damage.

The storm is a combination of Hurricane Sandy, now in the Caribbean, an early winter storm in the West, and a blast of arctic air from the North. They're predicted to collide and park over the country's most populous coastal corridor and reach as far inland as Ohio.

The hurricane part of the storm is likely to come ashore somewhere in New Jersey on Tuesday morning, said National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration forecaster Jim Cisco. But this is a storm that will affect a far wider area, so people all along the East have to be wary, Cisco said.

Coastal areas from Florida to Maine will feel some effects, mostly from the hurricane part, he said, and the other parts of the storm will reach inland from North Carolina northward.

Once the hurricane part of the storm hits, "it will get broader. It won't be as intense, but its effects will be spread over a very large area," the National Hurricane Center's chief hurricane specialist, James Franklin, said Thursday.

One of the more messy aspects of the expected storm is that it just won't leave. The worst of it should peak early Tuesday, but it will stretch into midweek, forecasters say. Weather may start clearing in the mid-Atlantic the day after Halloween and Nov. 2 in the Northeast, Cisco said.

"It's almost a weeklong, five-day, six-day event," Cisco said Thursday from NOAA's northern storm forecast center in College Park, Md. "It's going to be a widespread serious storm."

With every hour, meteorologists are getting more confident that this storm is going to be bad and they're able to focus their forecasts more.

The New York area could see around 5 inches of rain during the storm, while there could be snow southwest of where it comes inland, Cisco said. That could mean snow in eastern Ohio, southwestern Pennsylvania, western Virginia, and the Shenandoah Mountains, he said.

Both private and federal meteorologists are calling this a storm that will likely go down in the history books.

"We don't have many modern precedents for what the models are suggesting," Cisco said.

It is likely to hit during a full moon when tides are near their highest, increasing coastal flooding potential, NOAA forecasts warn. And with some trees still leafy and the potential for snow, power outages could last to Election Day, some meteorologists fear.

Some have compared it to the so-called Perfect Storm that struck off the coast of New England in 1991, but Cisco said that one didn't hit as populated an area and is not comparable to what the East Coast may be facing. Nor is it like last year's Halloween storm, which was merely an early snowstorm in the Northeast.

"The Perfect Storm only did $200 million of damage and I'm thinking a billion," said Jeff Masters, meteorology director of the private service Weather Underground. "Yeah, it will be worse."

But this is several days in advance, when weather forecasts are usually far less accurate. The National Hurricane Center only predicts five days in advance, and each long-range forecast moves Sandy's track closer to the coast early next week. The latest has the storm just off central New Jersey's shore at 8 a.m. on Tuesday.

As forecasts became more focused Thursday, the chance of the storm bypassing much of the coast and coming ashore in Maine faded, Cisco said.

The hurricane center's Franklin called it "a big mess for an awful lot of people in the early part of next week."

State Farm® - State Of Discovery (Ivy)

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Breezing Through The Day

"Turn typhoons into tail winds."

One of the routes around my neighborhood that I'll occasionally jog starts with a noticeable uphill climb for a quarter mile.

Some days, in addition to the fact that the first mile of any run is usually about shaking the legs loose, I've faced winds upwards of 25 miles an hour.

Faced with that unpleasant reality, the mantra that runs through my head is that at the end of my run I'll be sailing home like an Olympic champion!

I once had a boss who was pretty unreliable. We had weekly scheduled meetings and she might or might not show up on time, or at all. She showed little interest in my work. On a personal note she rarely showed interest in my interests or well-being.

Often times my mind has jumped to that personality as a frustrating one, perhaps demotivating, a "nobody cares about me" sort of whine. You know, the kind of victim mentality that self-poisons your own day. How silly!

Because the disinterest also benefits me as the opposite of micromanaging, which is a much more true difficulty for my work style. The absence of involvement gives me great freedom to manage my team and my day as I like.

Sure, my chances of career advancement are lower when the boss is disconnected with what I do, but Hidden Bloggers know that I'm completely satisfied with my current job level and not seeking more of it.

Whiner or winner - we have the opportunity to be either, in the way we view most any situation. Might as well be happy!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Stay Focused

Just because you think you've won, doesn't mean you have.

If we celebrate too soon, get too complacent with what we have, we might lose it.

I think God means for us to enjoy life the right way.

To realize what we have.

To give thanks for it.

To treasure it as a gift, instead of throwing it away casually as entitlement.


Monday, October 22, 2012

2012 Christmas List

Here we go, good and early. Gifts for me that others can buy if they like. More to come.

From Dena:
- cologne
- glasses frames
- gift certificate to a portrait studio

From anyone:
- New Balance #473 black gym shoes
- subscription to Readers' Digest, Men's Health, Sports Illustrated, ESPN magazines
- FIFA 2013 for PS2

Crowning Achievement: A Toothful Story

I had my second tooth crowned this morning. Veterans may know that this consists of drilling the old tooth into a powdery oblivion, and then replacing it with a temporary crown for a couple of weeks until a more permanent one is molded.

My first crown was over ten years ago, which is probably why some of the details were sketchy.

I set the appointment for 8:00 a.m. on a Monday. Normally there's a staff meeting during this time. So it was already a partial success.

I didn't eat or drink anything beforehand. I figured there would be enough physical considerations to deal with already without having to be squirming in the plasticky chair trying to restrain a bowel movement.

The dental hygienist Karen I only see whenever I'm having corrective work done. That puts her at a disadvantage in my psyche, in a Pavlovian sort of way; Karen = drill going in my mouth and the smell of burning bone going up my nostrils. This makes it all the more impressive that I enjoy her, mainly because of her chair-side manner. She is a fountain of stories, talks all about her family. She happens to have a son in the military so, in advance of the presidential election, I get a full briefing on the state of our armed forces to help make an informed decision.

My dentist is likewise awesome. I chose Dr. Anderson's practice 20 years ago because of his catch phrase: "We cater to cowards!" (I am blessed with self-awareness if nothing else). It's an honest motto. Plus he's a fascinating storyteller as well. My memories of the dentist as a six-year old, admittedly biased, involve a cold man peering down in draconian fashion over a mask while aides restrained my limbs and ignored my screams.

Naturally, the heart races at least a few beats faster as the chair starts to recline.

And then the glasses are placed over the eyes.

And then he leans in.

Thank God I was born in an era where anesthetic has profoundly advanced (I uttered this phrase mentally about two dozen times during the two hours). If I were born in the 1800's I'd have been beneath the soil for several decades by now. They swab a little something on the gums, and wait while the tingle starts to work. That helps reduce the anxiety that might otherwise result when aims a gigantic hypodermic needle into the roof of your mouth three times, inserts, and holds it there for twenty seconds each.

Numbness sets in. It's drill time.

I should note that there was also a step where they took an impression of my tooth so that he could build the temporary tooth, and the off site dental lab could build the new tooth. I had an awful experience as a pre-teen where the tray was a bit too large for my mouth, kicking off a parade of gag reflexes that could've been used for a bad movie soundtrack if a recorder had been handy. This went fine, and because my concentration was on the impending excavation, I can't recall exactly when it happened in the sequence.

Dental drills sound like chainsaws for dwarfs, high-pitched whines that crescendo and fade with each squeeze of the trigger. There's always the couple practice runs that he makes in the air to test that it's working, and not to terrorize the client.

At this point I always, ALWAYS think of the old Dustin Hoffman movie where they use a dentist drill to torture him.

That's when I start my litany of prayers of thanksgiving. Anything to distract my mind from the involuntary clenching of my shoulders and tightness of breath, although I do often focus on breathing slowly.

I find myself giving thanks for the talented dental staff.

For my family.

For my health.

Sometimes I spin off on random gratefulness tangents over the sound of the grinding, the sight of smoke, the scent of heat, the sensation of machine gutting bone.

Thank goodness for my voice, and my fellow basketball coaches, and for my students, and the nice weather.

And then, it's done. The drill goes into the sheath for good.

My muscles and breathing return to normal (though I must admit, as fun as dramatization is, I was pretty calm on the whole, probably due to surviving my prior Inquisition-esque childhood experiences).

Not an ounce of pain from start to finish.

Inserting the new tooth is as easy as opening mail.

Smiles all around.

With a few simple, common-sense instructions (don't floss the temp crown, try not to chew on that side), I'm out the door. Just a little more artificial than when I walked in. Kind of like Captain America or the Hulk. Ready to take on the world. At least after I can feel my lips again.

Preparing For Winter


Thanks to Mom for passing this along!
 
Winter of My Life
 
You know. . . Time has a way of moving quickly
And catching you unaware of the passing years.
 
It seems just yesterday that I was young, Just married and embarking on my new life with my mate. And yet in a way, it seems like eons ago,And I wonder where all the years went. 
I know that I lived them all...
 
And I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams... 
But, here it is... The winter of my life and it catches me by surprise...
 
 
How did I get here so fast? 
Where did the years go and where did my youth go?
 
I remember well... Seeing older people through the years and thinking that thoseOlder people were years away from me and that winter was so far off 
That I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like...
 
But, here it is... My friends are retired and getting grey... They move slower and I see an older person now. Some are in better and some worse shape than me... 
But, I see the great change...
 
Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant... But, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those
Older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be.
Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day!  And taking a nap is not a treat anymore... it's mandatory!  
'Cause if I don't on my own free will... I just fall asleep where I sit!
 
And so, now I enter into this new season of my life unprepared For all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability 
To go and do things that I wish I had done but never did!!
 
But, at least I know, that though the winter has come,
And I'm not sure how long it will last... 
This I know, that when it's over... Its over...
Yes, I have regrets.
There are things I wish I hadn't done... 
Things I should have done, but indeed,
There are many things I'm happy to have done.  
It's all in a lifetime...
 
So, if you're not in your winter yet... Let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. Whatever you would like to accomplish in your life, please do it quickly!  
Don't put things off too long!!
 
Life goes by quickly.  So, do what you can today, 
As you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not!
 
You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life...
So, live for today and say all the things you want your loved ones to remember... And hope they appreciate and love you for all the things 
You have done for them in all the years past!!
 
Life is a gift to you.
The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after. 
Make it a fantastic one.
 
 
~ And, Remember ~
"It is health that is real wealth
And not pieces of gold or silver."
 
 
~Author, Unknown

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Downtime, Up Stocks, And Turkey-Girls: The Week In Thanks

Few things bring dreams to life like having a weekend where work is optional and freedom is ample. For Dena this was one of those weekends, maybe the first in a long time. No significant burdens of a major graphic design project, promotional bank event, or Kiwanis presidency duty. She had a goal of wrapping up her work by Friday and enjoying the next two days, and that's what happened. So around our house we puttered at cleaning some things, exercised, curled up on the couch and watched some winning Crimson Tide football. And the weather cooperated, promising a 70 degree Sun-day.

Speaking of sun, take heart fellow fans of our radioactive friend. In just two short months the days will start lengthening again.

I cleaned out a bunch of, not necessarily junk, but medium-value just-in-case stuff that I hadn't used in ages. Golf clubs, ties, books. Just occupying space and time gathering dust. I had a surge of motivation to inch closer to a spotless life, so I sifted through it all and mounded it up at the front door. Outside it was pouring rain deep into the night... I threw on some sandals and splashed down to the dumpster again and again, feeling this crazy sense of goofy freedom that brought back memories of being out in wild weather in college. Back in those days I remember playing tennis while funnel-shaped clouds whirled overhead in the increasingly green sky. Sometimes it's fun to just throw caution to the wind (or rain) and do whatever sounds fun.

I've learned to bask in those stretches of time when the winds of life are quiet. Work at the office has been steady and crisis-free for a couple weeks. Work at the library was unexpectedly slow due to several cancellations. Theater's done, basketball's a few weeks away. I've savored these evenings to just lie back and watch the baseball playoffs or basketball preseason.

I got several testimonials to add to my tutoring web site this week. And I even got a chance to use it as a business card, forwarding it on to someone who knew a high school boy in need.

http://www.bntutor.com/testimonials.html

Even though it's been no fun walking around with one ear plugged and a painful tooth, it's reinforced my gratitude for the availability of medical treatment in this country. In a few weeks I'll be better. What assurance could be more awesome?

Third-quarter financial results came out, and my mutual fund portfolio is up 16% for the year so far, a fortifying result after spending a lot of time the last few weeks trying to decide if I should leave it there or transfer it to another fund with more international risk and reward. But I decided to keep my money and faith in the power of the United States to pick itself up and rebound. This week gave a reason to chant "U.S.A.!"

I also came across enough information in my research this week to finally settle on Obama for my presidential vote. Government spending in terms of percentage increase was surprisingly no worse than under several of the prior recent presidencies. His position on some social issues is more in line with me. And he seemed to be more considerate in the debates (which I use as a proxy for foreign relations). It's just nice to have a conclusion.

The Cardinals are a win from the World Series, Notre Dame and Alabama continued their undefeated seasons, and the Bears had a week off to dwell in their blowout win.

Dena just regaled me with stories of zany dreams about energetically high-fiving blond boys with teeny hands, and talking headless turkey-girls. When even the sleeping mind is feeling playful, you can feel pretty good about your state of peacefulness. She's headed out for a crisp autumn morning run, I'm off to jam with the Catholic band, and we'll fire up for another blessed week ahead.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Funny Signs From Around The World

By Joshua Pramis:

Signs can be our biggest allies; they can also lead us far astray. Either way, we rely on them heavily—especially in unfamiliar places—so we take care to read every word. And sometimes, what we see is, well, hilarious.

(Dale O'Dell / Alamy)Just in case you weren’t sure, these designated trees are officially big.
(Rikki John de Castro)What? You thought candy corn was synthetic? Silly.
(Chris Radley)A.k.a., the official club of the silver-lining supporters.
(Alamy)Fear: the best way to bring in new customers.
(Jeff Morgan 05 / Alamy)First came the free-range chickens, and then came…
(MetzgerMB)Nothing says job security like a closing business!
(Chris Radley)You better hope there isn’t an emergency.
(jennifergran)Can’t say they didn’t warn you.
(Chris Radley)You definitely don’t want to get caught in the rain here.
(Alamy)Is this an unsuspecting battlefield?
Whether the language is unintentionally misleading or lost in translation, or an illustration isn’t quite right, it makes for a shareable moment. So the camera comes out and the photo goes up—on our social media profiles, Flickr pages, blogs, and the community section of TravelandLeisure.com. We pulled the photos from T+L members that made us laugh, in hopes that they’d work the same magic on you.

Some signs have questionable (or no) punctuation; others are meant to be funny. And some are just downright strange. All of them make our journey more interesting—and amusing.

Funny Or Die: Don't Sell Out, America!

President Obama's press conference is defeated by corporate America!


Funny Or Die: G.I. Joe - Drone Operator

As they say, G.I. Joe is ready for a new type of warfare!


What Your Sleep Position Reveals About Your Personality

By Lisa Collier Cool:

Your sleep habits may be more revealing than you think, according to a surprising new study. A body language expert has analyzed common sleep positions and reports that they can reveal how stressed you are. Sleep position also offers insights into such traits as bossiness, stubbornness, being self-critical, and whether people feel they’re in control of their life.

A study of 1,000 sleepers, commissioned by Premier Inns, suggest that there are basically four types of sleepers—the fetal, the log sleeper, the yearner and the freefallers. Here’s a look what your slumber habits may reveal about your personality.

The Fetal Position

 If you curl up in a ball when you sleep (below, left), you are not alone. Over half of people in the study literally curl up into the fetal position when they hit the sheets.

Why? Phipps says that fetal sleepers are looking for comfort and are often constant worriers. While they are very conscientious during their waking hours, these are people who tend to overthink their tasks and daily lives.

The Log Position

Do you sleep straight in a vertical line (below, right), with arms at your sides? The study says nearly 30 percent of people sleep like a “log,” and may be a bit rigid when it comes to their personalities.

Those who sleep in this rigid position also often find themselves waking up stiffer and in more discomfort than when they went to bed. Their muscles may not be getting the proper rest while they sleep. Or it might mean that you have to find more of your waking hours learning how to relax.

Courtesy of Cascade News

The Yearner

If you reach for the stars (below, left), with outstretched arms, while you sleep you are among the 25 percent of sleepers who are yearners. The yearners are people who get up in the morning with an excitement to get out there and chase their dreams.

But Phipps says these are also people who go after their dreams without a real focus. They can be chronic time wasters. Phipps also says that some of the yearners aren’t just chasing their dreams, some feel that they are being chased.

The Freefall Position

If you sleep face down on your stomach (below, right), with arms and legs all over the bed in a freefall position, it might mean that you are seeking control of time and space in a way that you don’t feel you have in your waking hours. While only 17 percent of the people studied were considered freefallers, Phipps says these are the sleepers who may be getting the least restful night’s sleep.

Yearners and freefallers.

What does other research say about sleep position?

Sleep researcher Professor Chris Idzikowskia, at the Sleep Assessment and Advisory Service, agrees that there are links between the way we sleep and our personalities. He also sees the links between our sleep positions and our overall health. For example, Idzikowskia says those who sleep in the starfish sleeping position, on their backs with arms and legs outspread, may be more open, and make better friends than the logs.

He also singles out the soldier sleeper, who is also a back sleeper. The soldier tends to be quiet and reserved, and sets high standards for himself and others. Both the soldier and the starfish often struggle with getting a good night’s sleep because they tend to snore and have other breathing problems throughout the night.

The study also suggests that those who sleep on the left side of the mattress have a brighter outlook on life, “They tend to be more upbeat and able to handle the stresses of work and life better than those who sleep on the right,” Claire Haigh, a spokesperson for Premier Inns says. According to the study, 31 percent of the respondents who slept on the left side of the mattress love their jobs, compared to just 18 percent of those who sleep on the right side.

Both researchers say there is no one size fits all when it comes to sleep positions. According to Phipps the participants in his study of changed sleeping positions several times during the night.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Clerk Knocks Out Armed Robber

Good guys and bad guys dukin' it out over gold. Just like the West was won.

Carjacker Can't Drive Stick Shift

Mask? Check. Gun? Check. Driving ability? Fail.

Rest In Peace: Haleigh Hall


I came across this through the Heartland Community College newsletter. I didn't know Haleigh, but she's the kind of person that I wish I did. Life is short. To live it energetically and with a generous smile is, in my opinion, to please God. The world can always use more people like her. Rest in peace.

CARLOCK — Haleigh Em Hall, 25, Carlock, died Sunday (Sept. 16, 2012) following an auto accident in rural Danvers.

Her funeral will be at 10:30 a.m. Thursday at Carlock Christian Church, with the Rev. Jason Collins officiating. Inurnment will be at Hackleman Cemetery, Chrisney, Ind., at a later date. Visitation will be from 4 to 7 p.m. Wednesday at Calvert & Metzler Memorial Home, Bloomington.

Memorials may be made to the Special Olympics of Illinois, 605 E. Willow St., Normal, IL 61761.

Haleigh was born on July 25, 1987, in Normal, the daughter of Richard Wayne and Janet L. Burden Hall. Surviving is her mother, Janet Hall, Carlock; a sister, Heidi Hall, Carlock; a loving dog, Tilley; and numerous aunts, uncles, cousins and many friends who dearly loved her.

Her father preceded her in death.

Haleigh was a 2006 graduate of Normal Community West High School where she was active in student council and the symphonic band. She received her associate’s degree from Heartland Community College, Normal, and was near completion of her bachelor’s degree from Kendall College, Chicago.

She was baptized in the Carlock Christian Church where she was a member and also attended Eastview Christian Church, Normal. She was also a member of the Pyrotechnic Arts Guild International and had been a cast member of the American Passion Play in Bloomington for over 10 years.

Haleigh worked at Yoder’s B/P service station in Carlock and Scribbles Center for Learning in Bloomington. She had also worked at Heartland Child Development Lab for five years.
Haleigh was very caring and had a special love for teaching little children. She had an infectious smile and with that, kept us laughing. Her loving heart endeared her to her family and many, many friends.

Homeless Man Helps Save Baby Born At A Truck Stop

By Ron Recinto:

A homeless man hitchhiking at a truck stop near Oklahoma City turned out to be an angel for a young pregnant woman.

Keaton Mason and her fiance were heading to a hospital because Mason was labor. They didn't make it, and Mason ended up giving birth in their white Honda at a truck stop along Interstate 40, News9.com reports.

Mason's baby girl was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck.

"The lady was screaming, 'My baby, my baby's blue. … She's not breathing,'" said Jennifer Morris who was at the truck stop and called 911.

Then Gary Wilson appeared.

"Her angel was there," paramedic Sandra Lesperance later said. Wilson was hitching a ride to Memphis but stopped to assist the panicking couple.

Wilson kept Mason calm and removed the cord from the newborn's neck, News9.com reports.

"He did everything perfectly right," Lesperance said. On the 911 tape you can hear a polite Wilson following directions from the operator.

Mason said, "He kept me pretty calm. ... He said, 'Everything's OK. She's OK, she's breathing.'"

Truck stop employee Waneva Morris told News9.com that Wilson sort of looked like Jesus. "He had the long hair, the long beard. A very nice gentleman," Morris said.

Mason agreed, saying, "He was our angel that night. That's for sure."

Tatum Brown was born four weeks early, weighing 4 pounds, 11 ounces, and doctors say she is doing fine.

For his heroism, Wilsonwho told folks at the truck stop he was from Montana and en route to his final destination of Jacksonville, Fla.got a free meal at the truck stop and was offered a place to stay.

By the next morning, Wilson was already gone. But he will be forever in the graces of Mason and little Tatum for his help along the way.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Cool Superpower

"He had this marvelous way of making you want to please him." - Ann Davis, about Walt Disney

What a great skill!

Caring My Way To A Great Day

"Enthusiasm is the state of caring, really caring."

I wonder as I read that quote whether or not it's possible to cause oneself to care about a certain thing or person. I tend to think it's not nearly that simple - if it were, then there would be a lot less changing of jobs and marriages.

There is the ability, within something not quite so pleasant, to find something that you naturally care about so as to grasp on to some enthusiasm. I've never really enjoyed running much, but the thought of being healthier is usually enough to get me out there. Or, to combine it with some other multi-task, like memorizing lines for a musical.

Lately these 12-hour days of work/tutoring have consumed a lot of energy. But those moments that satisfy the teacher in me, like a sweet shot for a golfer, keep me coming back for more.

A co-worker asks me some questions about vocabulary terms.

A student gets excited when he learns a new trick to solve a problem.

A co-worker asks about how such-and-such law works.

A student gets a solid A on a long homework assignment.

And just the idea of growth - that through the tutoring I'm learning how to be a teacher, and learning how different students' minds work - brightens the promise of what the future may hold.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

High School Running Back Michael Ferns' Stunning Tribute To Teammate

When Michael Ferns was racing toward the end zone, the Clairsville (Ohio) St. Clairsville High star had nothing in front of him but green grass and glory. He was seemingly seconds away from scoring his 12th touchdown of the season and wrapping up a victory for St. Clairsville against area rival Richmond (Ohio) Edison High.

St. Clairsville players Logan Thompson and Michael Ferns embrace following Thompson's emotional touchdown — USA Today/Gannett Media
Clairsville players Logan Thompson and Michael Ferns embrace following Thompson's emotional touchdown
Then, just feet short of the goal line, Ferns slowed and walked out of bounds at the 1-yard line. Everyone in the stadium was stunned, except for Ferns' teammates, who instantly knew what he was doing: He was setting up a teammate to score a fitting touchdown in memory of his late father, who had died just two days earlier from a catastrophic stroke.
The player in question was Logan Thompson, a devoted freshman varsity football player who had never registered a single carry before in his career. Still reeling from his father's death, Thompson suited up for St. Clairsville nonetheless, providing security for the team's upperclassmen. During the team's victory against Edison, St. Clairsville coach Brett McLean had secretly encouraged his skill players to pull up short of the end zone if given the chance, setting the stage for Thompson to have a memorable first carry right into the end zone.

Still, the plan was almost sabotaged by the referees, who were completely stunned by the fact that Ferns hadn't actually scored. As reported by USA Today, two referees actually signaled that Ferns had scored a touchdown before one of his teammates came rushing in to argue that his team had not actually scored, a surreal twist on the usual officiating protestations put forth by high school players and coaches.

St. Clairsville star Michael Fern, who set up a touching touchdown tribute for a teammate — Rivals.com
St. Clairsville star Michael Fern, who set up a touching touchdown tribute for a teammate — Rivals.com

Eventually, McLean's plan worked to perfection when Ferns found himself on a breakaway, then switched roles to move from running back to bruising fullback for Thompson's cameo, helping clear a massive hole in the Edison line through which Thomson rolled into the end zone.

While Ferns is a highly regarded Michigan recruit, Thompson was the star of his team's victory, thanks to a touchdown that clearly meant even more to the freshman than his teammates hoped it might.


"Looking straight up into the sky after scoring my first varsity touchdown…i know the old man was watching! love and miss you so much daddy," Thompson tweeted after the victory.

Added McLean: "[Thompson's touchdown run] was something that touched the whole team. Logan was going through so much and for a few minutes we helped him get his mind off of things. It honored his dad. It was just an awesome moment."

Reporter Ian Rapoport Hit In The Face With Football On Live TV

They say it was an accident, but I bet he'll think twice before doubting their defense again!

Good Samaritan Performs Life-Saving CPR, Disappears

By Sarah Weir:

Have you seen a 40-year-old red-haired hero in dark blue blazer and dress pants on the streets of New York City? If so, two children want to thank him for saving their dad's life.

On October 5, Toronto-native Jason Kroft, his wife, Marci, and their two kids, Harper, nine, and Sloan, seven, were strolling though Midtown Manhattan to get a tour of 30 Rockefeller Plaza from brother-in-law, Andrew Zeller. Kroft, 40, who had no history of heart disease, suffered cardiac arrest and collapsed to the sidewalk. His wife screamed for help as he stopped breathing. Suddenly, a stranger appeared and placed his briefcase under Kroft's head, tore open his shirt, and began performing cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR).

While Kroft sustained a couple of broken ribs during CPR, Zeller tells Shine, "If he hadn't done CPR compression between cardiac arrest and the time the ambulance arrived, Jason would have severe brain damage." In the commotion after the paramedics arrived, the man disappeared into the crowd before the family could discover his identity. Kroft is recovering at St. Luke's Hospital on the Upper West Side and will eventually be moved back to Toronto for rehabilitation. Over the weekend, Zeller put up about 20 signs around Midtown and Times Square hoping the Good Samaritan would step forward. "We want to thank him," he says. "He's a hero."

Attention: Good Samaritan

When doctors began operating on Kroft, they discovered he had suffered two aneurisms caused by a rare congenital condition. After triple bypass surgery, the medical team had to cool his body to 30 degrees Celsius for 24 hours to prevent brain damage. Despite the harrowing treatment, Zeller reports his brother-in-law is "doing really well, It's amazing." He adds, "He is weak, but he's the same old Jason. He has a long road to recovery, but he'll be okay."

Monday, October 15, 2012

Funniest NBA Tweet Of The Day

"I love pre-season optimism about about Eddy Curry. It's like the beginning of a horror movie when everyone is saying 'what a great cabin!'"

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Argo

Argo tells the true-based story of a CIA plot to extract six Americans who narrowly escaped the Iran hostage situation in the U.S. embassy in 1979, hiding in a Canadian safe house nearby.

In a race against time before the Iranians discover that the six are missing, and do possibly unspeakable things to them out of the public eye, Ben Affleck hatches a scheme to masquerade as a movie film crew and fly them out of the country.

John Goodman, Bryan Cranston, and Alan Arkin all play key roles in the joint operation with the Canadian government.

The movie's far from a nonstop-action adventure, but the plot moves forward steadily and the sense of urgency permeates most every scene. The final scenes are justifiably exciting and dramatic.

You might learn something about 1970's politics, even if you lived through it.

If that all adds up to intrigue for you, it's a good flick to try out if you were already wanting to make a date. But it'd probably be fine to catch on the small screen sometime instead.

The Best And Worst Positions For Sleeping

Uh oh. My sleeping position is contributing to wrinkles, spine pain, and sagging breasts! Time to make a change. How about you?

http://www.health.com/health/gallery/0,,20479110,00.html?xid=yhlh

Championship Rolling: The Week In Thanks

There are some weeks when most everything turns out right. When that happens, I think back to a small group leader of mine years ago who said that he'd come to believe that our earthly purpose is to "Give thanks to God, and enjoy his provision."

This was the best week in the office that I've had in months. A key executive meeting featured two high-profile projects I was involved in, and it went quite smoothly. We've been exploring a new generic e-mailbox to service miscellaneous requests, and had one of our best weeks in keeping up with the demand. My boss tossed me a research project which I nailed in less than an hour. A couple of struggling employees brightened up. I was finally able to catch up on some much-needed documentation.

Meanwhile, my career development continued to blossom as I got my tutoring web site up and running, and received testimonials from a handful of students to populate it:

bntutor.com

I received yet another new student, and am now up to eight scheduled hours of weekly sessions. Over the course of a school year that would amount to over $7,000. I think it's safe to say that not only is tutoring going to meet that new year's resolution of becoming a $12,000 a year job, but that it's further ahead of schedule than I'd dreamed. It has been a great gift and I'm excited to hold up my end of the bargain.

Yesterday the gradual descent into wintry weather took a day off, and I was able to take a run through mild, temperate, calm spring-like air. It's been a good spell since I've had any significant injury, and it's peaceful to go through my series of stretching exercises. I guess you could say that I find my center when I'm doing this - and literally finding my balance.

Notre Dame and Alabama football are both undefeated!

The Cardinals gave us a dramatic rally to keep their drive for a repeat championship alive!

We got to spend a long-overdue evening with our next-door neighbors and take in dinner and a movie. The condos on the market continue to sell after a long malaise.

The priest at the church has invited the band to a meet-and-greet dinner. It ought to be nice to have some true fellowship time, apart from the bustle of Sunday morning rehearsal. I look back at my prior band experiences and am thankful that I've learned that striving for a joyful quality sound is better than a perfect technical sound. Music fits my life better as a supplementary (yet bright) accessory in it, rather than being a vital part of my identity, so I'm able to smile at both the successes and the imperfections.

The horizon continues to be enticing. Basketball (real life and fantasy) is cuing up soon. The World Series is nearly here. And Hidden Blog has nearly surpassed 75,000 page views, apparently on its way to crossing 100,000 by my next birthday.

Go Cards, Go Irish, Roll Tide, and thanks be to God!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Resilient Cardinals Win Series With Historic Comeback Against Nationals

By Les Carpenter of Yahoo! Sports:

WASHINGTON – It was well into Saturday morning when the team that still isn't ready for the postseason trudged into the clubhouse. Had the Washington Nationals looked up they would have noticed their collapse was so sudden that clubhouse attendants didn't have time to properly pull down the plastic draped above their lockers.

The plastic was to protect the players' clothes from the champagne celebration that the Nationals were certain to have just half an hour before. Now it was rolled up and hastily taped to the ceiling. Some of it had been ripped down and little shreds still remained tacked to the wall.

Cardinals David Freese reacts as he and Daniel Descalso score on Pete Kozma's single in the ninth. (AP)
Several players hugged in long, sad embraces. Many dabbed at tears. Drew Storen, the closer charged with four earned runs in the ninth inning and the worst of a team-wide collapse, walked in circles around the room, his uniform off, his face frozen in shock.

"Everything was working fine," Storen finally said. "We just didn't execute."

Across the room, standing alone by his locker, Mark DeRosa, now a National and once a Cardinal, nodded slowly.

"The Cardinals, they find a way, man," he said. "It's like they go over there and put on that Cardinal uniform and something just happens. They chip away and chip away and they just find a way to beat you."

St. Louis rallied with four runs in the ninth to defeat Washington, 9-7, in Game 5 of the NL Divisional Series. In the greatest collapse ever in a postseason closeout game, one truth glared bright:

The Nationals, winners of 98 games and the National League East are still not ready for a moment like Saturday morning's while the Cardinals know very much how to win these games. You could see the fear in the Nationals' pitchers that picked at the edges of the strike zone. You could feel the tension in Washington hitters who suddenly went cold as the game wore on. And as each hour ticked toward midnight and St. Louis cleaved away – a little piece at a time – at the Nationals' once-formidable lead, you could feel momentum slipping from the hands of the team that was trying hard to close its eyes and hope it could survive.

It was rough facing the music for closer Drew Storen who was a strike away from advancing in the playoffs. (AP)


Had the Nationals not been so busy celebrating their three-run third inning, the one with the home runs by Bryce Harper and Michael Morse, they might have noticed something about the club they were on the way to vanquishing. The Cardinals players ran off the field at inning's end. They jumped in their dugout and they clapped. Shortstop Pete Kozma remembers several players shouting: "Let's go from here." They were down 6-0. Their top starter had been knocked out. They would not die.

Asked later, long after the slow, steady comeback, how the Cardinals continue to do this, how they pull out games they should never win, their third baseman David Freese stood in the clubhouse and laughed. His shirt was drenched, the carpet beneath him soaked with champagne. He ran his hand through soggy hair and laughed again.

"Character," he said. "It starts with character. You sign talent but there's already a built-in belief that guys fight here."

He was pressed: surely there is something more than just character and fight. Surely there is something more, something deeper; a science to winning in October when the pressure is greatest and everything is magnified.
He nodded.

"You battle," he said. "You get tunnel vision, you understand you have got to get a hit or take a walk. You take what you can get."

Finally he was asked if there is a way to winning in the postseason that is different from the regular season. His face brightened.

"Oh yes," he said. "I think during the regular season it's a grind," he said. "But you get re-energized in the postseason. You've got to play pitch-to-pitch. You try to slow your mind down."

More than anything this is the difference between the team that won the regular season and the one that won last year's World Series. The Nationals don't understand this time of year. Most of the players, in the clubhouse with the plastic rolled up, have never been in the postseason. They seemed surprised by the intensity. Just the day before third baseman Ryan Zimmerman said he was surprised how tired he was after the playoff games. The churn of October was so new.

In the end this loss had nothing to do with Stephen Strasburg. Perhaps if he started Games 1 and 5 things would have turned out differently. It's hard to say. Gio Gonzalez was one of the best pitchers in the National League this year and his control failed him in the two games he started. Jordan Zimmermann pitched poorly in his one start, as did Edwin Jackson. Sure the Nats could have used Strasburg. Maybe the bullpen wouldn't have appeared so strained.

But this defeat had more to do with the men in the clubhouse than the one who was not. Washington manager Davey Johnson kept rolling out relief pitchers who didn't throw enough strikes, who played to the strength of the Cardinals' hitters who patiently waited for a walk or a mistake they could line into the outfield for a hit.

Perhaps no team in baseball is more resilient than St. Louis. Even after Tony LaRussa, the Cardinals' brilliant but overbearing manager, retired they continue to play much the same – quietly, patiently pushing through inning after inning, trying to find that right pitch and eventually doing so.
It was well after 1 a.m. on Saturday and the Nats were still stunned. They moved slowly through their clubhouse, toward the showers they never expected to take, wondering what had gone wrong, wondering just who that team was in the clubhouse down the hall.

And in that room, dripping with champagne, a Cardinals player suddenly shouted out. The party was over. It was time to stop celebrating and think about the San Francisco Giants. Enough with screaming and the popping of corks and swilling of beer. Slowly, the players obliged. They put down their beers, they turned to the plastic draped over their lockers and they pulled it down themselves.

Time to go back to work for the team that knows the postseason all too well.