Sunday, February 15th, 2009


I was thinking yesterday about what Amber and I used to do when we found bugs in our apartment in college. In Oklahoma there are a lot more bugs running around houses than here in the city. Spiders, crickets and the like are much more likely to set up shop in OK that here. I almost never see a spider in New York and I think Oklahoma might be the capital of Spiderdom.

Anyway, when a bug would stroll into Casa Brianne and Amber we would trap it under a cup and then wait for a boy to come and take it outside. Sometimes we would carry it out ourselves but only as a last resort and only if it had been under the cup for a long time and we were worried about it suffocating. I remember sometimes you’d come home after school and there in the middle of the livingroom floor would be an upside down glass and you never questioned it or looked underneath, you just made sure not to kick it over. Ah, great times.

We always did this with one notable exception. When I lived on Davis with Mindy there was a GIANT spider near the wall. We didn’t try to trap what I think was surely the leader of the pack trying to scout our house for a possible re-enactment of Arachnophobia. Instead, we pulled out the following items for its slaughter:

1. lysol

2. a giant bread knife

Yes, we lysoled and bread knifed a giant spider to death. Ah, the memories.

There was this great Rick Reilly (see my other RR post to hear me proclaim the glory that is him) article on the back page of ESPN the magazine talking about all the coaches being fired in professional sports in the last year and how he thinks they are all being too gracious about it that I found pretty funny and quite accurate. 

“Most of these guys didn’t even deserve to lose their jobs, and they’re acting like they just got handed a freaking fruit basked. Me? I’d go triple Sean Penn! I’d scream! I’d sue! I’d tear paintings off walls! I’d race into the GM’s office and spit on his wife’s photo! I’d snatch the owner’s toupee and set it on fire! 

But listen to Tommy Tuberville. He was forced out of Auburn with an 85-40 record in 10 seasons, including seven wins over Alabama. Afterward, he issued a statement that read, “I”m going to remain in Auburn and help the Auburn family however I can.”

If I went 85-40 and got axed, this would be my statement: I’m going to remain in Auburn and watch mailment deliver the $10,000 of porn I’ve ordered on your Visas to all of your homes. You’re going to regret this until three weeks until after you croak. And just try to mess with my pension. I have the Christmas party video.”

Yes, I love Rick Reilly.