I'm a golfer, insomuch as I own golf clubs, buy golf balls and tees, and spend as much time as God permits on golf courses.
In this summer alone, I'll play on courses that range in price from $9.00 to $90.00, and invariably in my part of the world what these courses lack in price similarity they more than make up in a common nuisance.
Geese.
Canada Geese to be exact.
These black-and-white-necked fowl are the bane of many golfer's existence. They're fond of water, and golf courses offer the kind of urban oasis - large open space often dotted with ponds and lakes - that just sound the siren song to these web-footed scoundrels.
Some may call this cruel, but ask any golfer and he'll gladly reach into his bag and let you borrow his shotgun. These damn geese can be aggressive. Almost every golfer has a goose story. One that's been related to me involves an angry female, a frightened foursome, and a fast-moving tree limb...and death I believe.
But the more ubiquitous problem doesn't lie in goose behavior but goose remainders. That's right: goose shit. The article articulates the "health hazards" that these geese provide. While most golfers aren't finding themselves dripping in histoplasmosis, it sure is hard to read your putt with a green, goose turd right in your line. That just flies in the face of golf etiquette.
I expect the Rochester city council to approve the opportunity for five locals to have an open slaughter on the seventh tee box. However, I envision a murderer's remorse falling on these chosen hunters because many of the geese have become emboldened by their regular relations with golfers and show little fear around humans. It'll be like the machine gunners who closed their eyes as wave after wave of British, French, and ANZAC troops stormed into the open at Gallipoli only to be mowed down.
It's gonna be ugly. Goose parts everywhere. Mind if I play through?
On its face, this is a tragic 'Man allegedly hits girlfriend's daughter with a hammer for snoring' story. Charles Williamson admits whipping the 14-year-old with his belt for the cardinal sin of "upsetting" his collection of Dale Earnhardtmemorabilia, a story made seedier considering Charles Williamson was once a prison guard. But the real fun starts when you read the story on the website for the Muncie Star Press.
Williamson was evidently so tired of listening to his girlfriend and his daughter snore that he had planned on kicking them out of his home. Evidently that wasn't enough to get through to these nefarious log sawyers. Hence, the alleged claw hammer incident. It's all settled now and appearing in papers and websites all over the world. And that's when things get funny. Here's an ad accompanying the story from the Star Press page as it appeared Wednesday morning. Granted, this is an automatic ad the refreshes to Pizza Hut, and Ball State football depending on when you visit, but this couldn't be any better if it had been an ad for Hammerin' Hank's Blood Remover.
Another hip weekend of music in the books! It took me a couple days to de-hip myself, but I'm back to reality. This year's Pitchfork Music Festival definitely lived up to last year's.
I had ambitious goals regarding the mockery of the hipsters this year. But too quickly did I choose a hipster accessory to photograph. Early on, it became clear that the plaid/western-style shirt was dominating the wardrobe of the days. But in full, disclosure, I have to admit that I planned on wearing one as well, and by Saturday evening, we had to redefine what qualified as a hipster accessory. Here's what we came up with:
- it must be out-of-date - it must be counterproductive to the clothing/accessory's actual purpose - it can reference a middle school obsession/fashion/size - it must take wok to put on/wear
A plaid shirt doesn't really fit any of those. In fact, a plaid shirt apparently is just a plaid shirt. It'd be like picking jeans, or t-shirts. So on the final day of the festival, I tried to switch gears, searching for some things that do fit our definition:
- girls wearing feathers in their hair - guys wearing early 90's basketball jerseys - Ray Ban sunglass frames with clear lenses
But enough about that. Let's get to the music. I've embedded video from the festival in each band name (I even took the Flaming Lips video! Aren't you proud of me?!):
Friday
Traffic made us miss out on Yo La Tengo, but we got there in time to get in position for Built to Spill while the Jesus Lizard did their thing. I couldn't quite figure out what their thing was exactly.
Built to Spill - I missed out on seeing them in Indy a few years back when a show of theirs got canceled, so I was happy to check this band off my list of haven't seens (come to think of it, I hadn't seen any of this year's bands before. Yeah for me!). Built to Spill was cool. They were a bit more jam-bandy than I anticipated (lots of 3-minute songs played in 8 minutes), but it was extended power chords instead of extended guitar solo noodling, so I was down with it.
Saturday
Our first full day of music. We also did a bit of walking around the vendors, where we saw a bunch of people trying to break world records. The URDB has been moonlighting on Jimmy Fallon lately...
Times are tough for most of the world. Folks are losing jobs. Paychecks don't seem to come along often enough. Options are running short.
In fact, many people are resorting to making ends meet with payday loans on the high end and the black market on the low end. Whatever staves off foreclosure, people are willing to deal with any level of lending, regulated or not.
That is, unless you bank with Fifth Third. Yes, the little bank with the funny name has made the leap into a new service sure to be a boon courtesy to its customers. It's simple really, and not a new idea at all: it's loan-sharking.
Have a gander. According to the disclosure, Fifth Third will give you a loan for 35 days for a mere cut of 10%. Congratulations, not only are you scraping to pay your bills, you now earn only 90% of what you should get paid.
Fifth Third will no doubt hype the benevolent hand they're reaching out to the downtrodden, and draw a comparison to how much fee income they're not collecting when they offer such a service. Yet, what really catches my ire is the fact that the same people who they're willing to let mortgage their paycheck would be drummed out of any manager's office were they to seek a reasonable, everyday car loan or mortgage refinance.
Banks are all about fee income these days. They'll slash the grace period on your credit card, strengthen the default limits of the same, charge you a few bucks more for a foreign ATM, etc. Then they'll sell an out-and-out swindle like this Early Access and feed us a line about helping a guy when he's down.
It's about another line all together. That bottom line ain't so rosy when you're trading at $7.52 a share. Time to rebuild on the backs of poor people.
Of course, there's no possible way this could go wrong. They're limiting advances to $500. They're charging a lower fee than most payday loan outlets that can charge rates equivalent to 400% APR (and cheaper than the cash advance fee on their own credit cards). They're providing a service that most folks would jump at when the well is dry.
Who cares?
This is merely a ploy for the bank to take a cut of deposits and lend money to the otherwise undesirable. Not to mention their setting themselves up to generate further fee income. It's unsecured credit preying on the desperate, a band-aid on a gushing wound. It's loan-sharking through the frickin' ATM!
Congratulations, Fifth Third. You're a damn bookie, a hustler, a cheat, a con. And you're making money off of it.
Robbie Hummel is currently playing on the US World University Games team. SI.com's Luke Winn has posted an interview with the Boiler standout that wonderfully outlines the multi-faceted world that is college athletics.
In the interview Hummel hits many bases including:
Coach Matt Painter's axioms - "Everybody can't play shortstop and bat leadoff."
The perils of fake MySpace and Twitter accounts - "My God that thing was making me sick."
Fans obsessed with Hummel's back health - "Did you get that Eucalyptus oil? Call me back."
What another big man could bring to the Boilers - "[Craig Brackins of Iowa State] is big, has post moves, and can shoot.
It seems that Hummel's enjoying himself, keeping his back healthy, and even giving glimpses of a four-year career at Purdue - "It makes a mockery of what college basketball is supposed to be about: Somebody going to get their education at college, and playing basketball at the same time."
Just stay healthy Rob, and try not to make Coach Painter chuck too many balls off of the backboard.
When asked to rank Purdue's highest rivalry, what school undoubtedly ends up on top?
Not so fast.
According to ESPN's Pat Forde, the Boilermakers just can't wait to tussle with Sparty. But wait, it gets crazier.
If given a second guess who Purdue can't wait to play after Michigan St., Forde insists it's that other team from Michigan. In fact, Indiana and Purdue don't even make the honorable mention team on Forde's Red-hot Rivalry listing.
The craziest thing about all of this: it's true.
Purdue fans got a bitter taste of success last season only to have Michigan St. pull away in the Big Ten race like a national finalist should. Sure, Purdue came back to win the Big Ten Tourney, but they didn't get another crack at the Spartans in the process. At the same time, no one could deny the psychological and nose-crushingly physical impact the Manny Harris play had on the Boilers. Purdue did in fact get a rematch with the Wolverines...and promptly lost by nine points. But as Forde notes, both crusher and crushee - Harris and Kramer - will be back on the court this season. Bring on round 3.
So, it's hard to imagine that entering what could be the third straight exhilarating season of basketball in West Lafayette that Indiana wouldn't even be in the top two rivalry spots. It's almost as surprising as seeing only one Big East matchup - Villanova v. Pitt - in ESPN's listing.
Do I think beating Indiana is going to be any less of a priority this season? Not in the slightest. For now though, I've got to think that Michigan and Michigan St. just have bigger circles on the calendar.