Sunday, December 27, 2009

Christmas Scotch Tasting

Glenmorangie Lasanta

"Glenmorangie Lasanta is an elegant and full-bodied single malt whisky."

Pretty, pretty, pretty good.


Thursday, December 10, 2009

From The Sports Curmudgeon - But don't get him wrong, he loves sports!

Mythical Picks - NCAA - Weekend of 12/12/09

Hold your applause. Maintain your composure. This is going to be the last iteration of NCAA Mythical Picks for 2009. No one shall have to endure any of this any more - - - until at least next year…

The Wildcats of Linfield College defeated St. Thomas (Minn) 31-20 last weekend to advance to the semifinals of the NCAA Division III football championship tournament. This game was close; Linfield led by only 4 points late in the 3rd quarter but they pulled out a win. The last time Linfield made it to the Division III semifinals was in 2004. That was the year they also won the Division III national championship. This week Linfield goes on the road to play the University of Wisconsin-Whitewater; the winner of that game will go to the Amos Alonzo Stagg Bowl – the Division II championship game – in Salem, Virginia. The other bracket for the semifinal found pairs Mount Union (Oh) against Wesley (De). Wisconsin-Whitewater is 13-0 on the season and is the champion of the Wisconsin Intercollegiate Athletic Conference; Linfield is 12-0. Since 2005, Wisconsin-Whitewater has a cumulative record of 68-5 in football. I do not care what league you play in, that is a superb span of success. Good luck to all four of the remaining tournament participants - - nevertheless, Go Wildcats!

Here are some pluses and minuses from last week's Mythical Picks:

    1. I liked Oregon State with 9.5 points against Oregon. Oregon State covered. Plus.

    2. I liked Cincy/Pitt to go Under 58. They went over by more than 4 TDs. Minus.

    3. I liked Pitt with 2 points against Cincy. They only lost by 1 point. Plus.

    4. I liked Arizona plus 7 points against USC. Arizona won outright. Plus.

    5. I liked Arizona/USC to go under 50 - - and said that the game might go Under 40. Final score was Arizona 21 USC 17. Double plus.

    6. I liked Cal to win and cover 7 points against Washington. Cal lost outright. Minus.

    7. I liked Alabama with 5.5 points against Florida. 'Bama won by 19 points. Plus.

    8. I liked Alabama/Florida to go Over 41 even more than I liked 'Bama with the points. The game went Over. Plus.

    9. I liked UConn to cover 7 points against USF. They did not. Minus.

    10. I liked Texas/Nebraska to go over 41.5. It went Under by a mile. Minus.

    11. I liked Clemson plus a point against Georgia Tech. Clemson lost by 5. Minus.

Even though there are a couple of seemingly prescient picks above, no one should be dumb enough to think that they would take any information here and use it to make a decision on what to bet relative to the only Division 1-A college football game this weekend. If you did that you would probably be dumb enough to think that a terminal illness is what you get in an airport after you order the nachos at one of the airport eateries.

General Comments:

This is the last of the NCAA – Mythical Picks for the simple reason that I would not wager on 90% of the bowl games unless my life and the lives of all my family members depended on me getting down on those games. Having said that, I do have more than a few comments/observations about the bowl game pairings that will fill up TV time this month and into the early parts of next month. Let me begin with comments about that sub-section of the college bowl games I call the WGARA Bowls - - standing for the Who Gives A Rat's Ass Bowls:

    The New Mexico Bowl pairs Fresno State and Wyoming. I do not want to be overly fussy here and I acknowledge that Wyoming is much improved this year as compared to last year. Nonetheless, Wyoming is a less-than-awe-inspiring 6-6 coming into this game with the following losses on their dance card:

      TCU 45 Wyoming 10
      BYU 52 Wyoming 0
      Colorado 24 Wyoming 0
      Texas 41 Wyoming 10

    The New Orleans Bowl brings together Southern Mississippi and Middle Tennessee. Not to put too fine a point on it here, but I did not give a fig about either team during the entirety of the regular college football season. Why should I give a damn now?

    The Little Caesars Bowl will feature Marshall against Ohio University. Unless Edward G. Robinson and Douglass Fairbanks Jr. are reincarnated to serve as grand marshals of a parade at halftime, this game has no intrinsic interest whatsoever. Oh, and the game will be played in Detroit on the day after Christmas. Do you think I will be able to book a flight and a room for this one at the last minute…?

    The Independence Bowl has Texas A&M facing Georgia. The game is in Shreveport, LA; nothing says "independence" to me like Shreveport, LA. This ought to be the Mediocrity Bowl. Here are two teams that were mediocre for the 2009 season and the reward for each of them is a mediocre opponent at a mediocre venue. I may have to miss this game. I think I have to review my auto insurance policy that day…

    The Humanitarian Bowl sends Idaho up against Bowling Green. Be still my heart… Look, Bowling Green is at a significant disadvantage here; a bowling green is - - well - - green. And this field is going to be blue. How is that fair?

    The Insight Bowl has Minnesota playing Iowa State. Minnesota is 6-6; one of those wins came at home by 3 points against South Dakota State. Iowa State is also 6-6; one of their wins came at home against North Dakota State. Will the winner here be the Dakota State Champion for 2009? Here are a few "Insights" for the people who might tune in:

      One of these teams will end the season with a losing record.

      This game is less than meaningless.

      This game will be telecast on NFL Network. You would think the NFL has sufficient "stroke" in the football world to get a better game for their time and effort.

      Given the limited access to NFL Network as compared to ESPN, this game may draw as many as hundreds of viewers…

    The GMAC Bowl pairs Central Michigan and Troy on Jan 6 2010. For the sake of brevity, may I ask, "Why?"

January 2, 2010 may be the singular black hole of college football for the entire calendar year. Here are the games on that day:

    UConn vs. South Carolina Ho-hum at best.

    Ok State vs. Ole Miss Both underperformed expectations this year.

    S. Florida vs. N. Illinois About as exciting as a PB&J sandwich.

    E. Carolina vs. Arkansas Quick, name 4 players on either team…

    Michigan St. vs. Texas Tech Mercifully, the last game of the day.

Lest anyone say that all I can do is to see the glass as half-empty, there are four minor bowl games that are worthy of attention and viewing:

    The Capitol One Bowl pairs Penn State and LSU. Here are two good teams that will meet in a decent venue (Orlando, FL). This deserves attention.

    The Las Vegas Bowl has BYU against Oregon State. Again, here are two much better than average teams. I do not know how much of a crowd they will draw playing 3 days before Christmas, but this should be an interesting game.

    The Poinsettia Bowl features Utah and Cal. Once again, these are much better than average teams but they are consigned to play 2 days before Christmas. Whatever. This game is worth checking out.

    The Sun Bowl drew Stanford and Oklahoma this year. The game is New Year's Eve starting at 2 PM EST. That means you have plenty of time to watch this game and get yourself showered and dressed in time for whatever you have planned for that evening. This game should be worth the time it takes to watch it.

Some folks are miffed that Boise State has been paired with TCU in one of the BCS Bowl Games. Those folks say that the BCS "cartel" - - to use Michael Wilbon's characterization - - did not want to allow either team to play and possibly beat one of the "big boys" in a BCS Game. Frankly, I like this matchup. Other than the Championship Game itself, compare TCU/Boise State with the other four BCS games; it really is the most interesting game of the bunch:

    Iowa/Georgia Tech: Wake me when it's over.

    Ok St/Ole Miss: See "Black Hole" discussion above.

    Cincy/Florida: Good if you like bridesmaid-on-bridesmaid action.

    Oregon/Ohio State: Do you really care who wins here?

The Iowa/Georgia Tech game in the Orange Bowl presents an interesting situation. The Big 10/ACC Challenge has been very successful in college basketball over the past several years. The Orange Bowl is a mini-version of the Big 10/ACC Challenge. And, the real challenge will be for that game to draw ratings that will beat a typical pro 'rassling show on cable TV. That game looks to be the pigskin-coated version of Ambien…

Oregon will play in the Rose Bowl this year. The only time Oregon won the Rose Bowl was in 1917 when they defeated the University of Pennsylvania. That's not Penn State; that's the Ivy League entry…

Temple will play in the Eagle Bank Bowl in Washington DC on Dec 29. If Army wins this weekend against Navy, Temple and Army will meet in that game. If Army loses, they will not be eligible for the bowl game and Temple will then face UCLA. There was a time when UCLA was a force majeure in college football; now they have to hope that they squeeze into a meaningless bowl game 3000 miles from home in a bad weather site in order to face Temple. Sic transit gloria mundi…

One more comment on the myriad upcoming bowl games; let me put this in the form of a Quick Quiz:

    Which is more embarrassing for a school?

      A. Dropping football because the school cannot afford it - - OR

      B. Playing in the GMAC Bowl Game?

In other college football happenings, I want to make something as clear as I possibly can. I have no equivocation with regard to this position:

    I DO NOT CARE who wins the Heisman Trophy.

    I would not care if they decided not to make the award this year.

Does anyone here recall Beano Cook saying that Notre Dame could be playing for the BCS National Championship this year and that if they beat Michigan, they might wind up the season 11-1 - - the potential loss coming to USC? Do not rag on Beano because Lou Holtz also had Notre Dame as a participant in the BCS Championship Game. Well, the Irish went ZERO-for-November and now they are looking for a new coach…

Mark Mangino is out at Kansas amidst allegations that he verbally and emotionally abused his players over the time he was the head coach there. Former players and parents of players came together to say that Mangino was only a short distance removed from "monster status". The school cut ties with Mangino via a settlement. Let me assume for a moment that all of the allegations about Mangino are 100% true and that he abused his position of authority as a football coach. [I don't know that to be true and I don't really believe it to be absolutely true, but work with me here for a minute.] That brings up a very troubling situation:

    Where were the cries of indignation and allegations of abuse against Mangino from former players and parents of former players and assistant coaches over the past several years while Kansas was having great success of the football field? Recall, Mangino was the national coach of the year just two seasons ago…

Chutzpah is a great Yiddish word. It conveys the sense of outrageous audacity and unbelievable gall. If there were a college football award for chutzpah, this year's winner would have to be Georgia coach, Mark Richt. The Georgia defense has been less than good this year; there is no way to sugar coat that. Richt fired the Bulldogs' defensive coordinator, the linebackers' coach and the defensive ends' coach right after the final game of the season. Then came the chutzpah… He asked all three of the coaches he just fired to stay on and coach the team through Georgia's meaningless bowl game against Texas A&M on Dec 28. He fired them and then asked them to give up Christmas with their families so that they could continue to be less-than-satisfactory coaches. I know what I would tell him to do with his bowl game…

The Ponderosas:

There were two Ponderosa spread games last week. Boise State did not cover; La Tech covered. The week was 1-1 for the favorites covering. That makes the season total for 2009 36-38 for the favorites covering.

There are no Ponderosa spread games this week.

The Game of Interest:

Army vs. Navy – 14.5 (41.5): Army needs this win to go to the Eagle Bank Bowl; if they lose, they are done for the year. Nonetheless, Army is not nearly as good as Navy; four of the five wins for Army came against abjectly dreadful teams this year. The game is always worth watching so I would urge you to tune in to see football played with all of the hustle and heart that you could ever want in a game. However, if I HAD to wager on the game, I think I'd take it to go Under.

But don't get me wrong, I love sports…

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Excerpt from Peggy Noonan's November 7th column.

All White House staffs tend to hypnotize themselves into thinking their greatest asset is the president. George W. Bush's people thought this way too—the guy is magic, associate yourself with him and you'll win big. That's what they told candidates in 2006, when Mr. Bush dragged them down. Most modern White House staffs, no matter who the president, wind up at a point where they're like the men around Stalin. Stalin would give a speech, and his commissars would all wildly applaud. The applause would go on a long time, but it had to end at some point, so Vladimir sitting up front would, in an attempt to be helpful, stop applauding and sit down. Everyone else would follow. The next week Stalin would give a speech and everything would be the same except Vladimir was no longer in the front row. He was in the Gulag. This is how White House staffs come to think: Never be the first one to stop applauding.

Don't Worry

Courtesy of Mr. Curtis Mayfield

(Don't Worry) If There's A Hell Below We're All Gonna Go

Sisters, Brothers And The Whities
Blacks And The Crackers
Police And Their Backers
They're All Political Actors

Hurry, People Running From Their Worries
While The Judge And His Juries
Dictate The Law That's Partly Flaw.
Cat Calling Love Balling Fussing And Cussing

Top Billing Now Is Killing
For Peace No One Is Willing
Kind Of Make You Get That Feeling

Everybody Smoke
Use The Pill And The Dope
Educated Fools
From-Uneducated Schools

Pimping People Is The Rule
Polluted Water In The Pool

And Nixon Talking About Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry
He Says Don't Worry

But They Don't Know There Can Be No Show
And If There's A Hell Below We're All Gonna Go
Everybody's Praying And Everybody's Saying
But When Come Time To Do
Everybody's Laying

Just Talking About Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry

Sisters, Brothers And The Whitie
Blacks And The Crackers
Stone Stone Junkie
Police And Their Backers
They're All Political Actors

Smoke, The Pill And The Dope,
Educated Fools From Uneducated Schools,
Pimping People Is The Rule
Polluted Water In The Pool

And Everybody's Saying Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry
They Say Don't Worry

But They Don't Know
There Can Be No Show
If There's A Hell Below
We're All Gonna Go

Lord What We Gonna Do
If Everything I Say Is True
This Ain't No Way It Ought To Be
1f Only All The Mass Could See

But Everybody Keeps Saying Don't Worry


1970 Curtom Publishing (Bmi)
Original Americsn Recordings By Buddah-Records

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The Macallan Cask Strength


Luscious stuff indeed. All of it.



Monday, October 26, 2009

Martinsville Pics


The eventual winner










Tuesday, October 13, 2009

After following some surprisingly nasty discourse...

..on a facebook post, I was reminded of this scene from one of my favorite movies.
If you really want to be nasty, this is a good example.


Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Love Supreme


Today would have been John Coltrane's 83rd birthday.
I titled this post as I did simply because that's a really cool song composed by Trane.
The song below is actually a Duke Ellington song that 'Trane did. I've posted it because it is so hauntingly lyrical and beautiful. According to Wikipedia, (an important caveat, I suppose) In a Sentimental Mood was composed in Durham, NC.

John Coltrane was born in Hamlet, NC and grew up in High Point, NC. He left and never returned as far as I know. The photo shown is of a statue in High Point.



Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Wine & Dine Wednesday...not

OK, so last Wednesday, I'm at Village Tavern where they have a regular "Wine and Dine Wednesday" promotion that features ½ price wines by the glass. The ½ price wine is not the reason I'm there because I generally stick to guzzling hard liquor like a man that "likes to get drunk quick" (ala "it's a wonderful life"), but the promotion tends to be a pretty big draw for other folks. It's typically a noisy and what I would call "vulgar" crowd.

Anyway, to get to my point, I 'm sitting at the bar sipping a scotch whiskey and this guy comes up beside me and starts talking to me, trying to make a point that he got drunk for just $13.50. I doubt that I was looking particularly impressed with this revelation when the guy pauses from a minute, looks at me and asks:

"Are you Jewish?"

At this point, I lift my glass from the bar, take a sip of my scotch, return the glass to the bar, look at the guy and reply: "Technically, no."

The fellow looks at me with a somewhat confused countenance and replies:

"Whaddya mean? Yeah you are, right? you're Jewish!"

I look back at the fellow and calmly say, "Technically, no. I'm of Scotch-Irish ancestry and was raised as an Episcopalian. However, as Brendan Behan noted 'Other people have a nationality, the Irish and the Jews have a psychosis' "

The guy looks more confused and blubbers "I'm Irish, what the hell's that supposed to mean?"

I told him, "I don't know, Brendan Behan said it. He was a famous Irish playright. Maybe it's about the guilt."

The guy says "Who said that? How do you spell it?" and starts looking for a pen to write it down as I slowly spelled the name for him. I never thought to ask why he inquired of my ethnic origins to begin with, but I'm sure it doesn't matter.

Someone at the same restaurant asked the same question of a co-worker and me a few months ago. It's a little puzzling, and although, again, it doesn't matter, I don't think that I'll be going back there for Wine and Dine Wednesday specifically. I prefer a quieter, less raucous clientele that is more conducive to my brooding.

The problem is today that folks seem to be afraid that if they aren't being loud and obnoxious, somebody may think they aren't having a good time.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Wake-Baylor Game




I was trying my best for photos of gridiron action, but this silly girl kept getting in my pictures.


Monday, August 31, 2009

Final August entry.

Walking on Velvet Green. A nice song.
(I'll post a nicer Ian Anderson song tomorrow )



Walking on Velvet Green - Scots Pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, sinning -
Walking on Velvet Green.

Walking on Velvet Green - distant cows lowing.
Never a care; with your legs in the air, loving -
Walking on Velvet Green.

Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands.
Go down on Velvet Green, with a country-man.
Who's a young girl's fancy and an old maid's dream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green.

One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north.
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth.
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream.
Tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green.

And the long grass blows in the evening cool.
And August's rare delight may be April's fool.
But think not of that my love, I'm tight against the seam.
And I'm growing up to meet you down on Velvet Green.

Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust.
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust.
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
That washes out the wild oat seed on Velvet Green.

We'll dream as lovers under the stars:
Of civilizations raging afar.
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars
As you walk home cold and alone upon Velvet Green.

Walking on Velvet Green - Scots Pine growing.
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, sinning -
Walking on Velvet Green.

Walking on Velvet Green - distant cows lowing.
Never a care; with your legs in the air, loving -
Walking on Velvet Green.

Gene Owen's column.

They are all good, but I especially liked this one.


Traveling to Texas with a dog
By Gene Owens
"He travels fastest who travels alone," wrote Rudyard Kipling, and the old boy's right. But traveling with a dog slows you down only a tad, and the company's worth the extra minutes.

Since Miss Peggy was minding our grandson Chase in Georgia and I was overdue a visit to my son Matt on South Padre Island, Texas, I decided to take advantage of her absence to drive to the Mexican border. My great-grandson, Kaiden, was 5 months old and I hadn't seen him.

"You're not driving down there!" said Miss Peggy. The assumption is that a 72-year-old man can't find his way across six states, even with a GPS to guide him.

"I'm not flying," I told her. I've never felt comfortable in the air, and the Hassle of air travel, connecting flights, baggage claims, and car rentals negates for me the advantage of jet speed. I prefer to stay on the ground, faithful dog beside me, a rest area every 35 miles and a McDonald's, Hardee's, Burger King or Shoney's at every third or fourth exit.

I planned to stop overnight going and coming in Mobile, Ala., with daughter Cherie and her husband, Joe. Mapquest.com told me it would take me 13 hours to drive from Mobile to South Padre Island. I figured that 13 hours behind the wheel was no more exhausting than 13 hours in front of a computer screen, and I've pulled that off many times.

Miss Candi, my 14-year-old Peke-a-poo, would be my travel companion. I broke her in to car travel when she was just a few weeks old, and she accompanied me on many a trip around the state of Alabama when I worked for the Mobile Press-Register. Arthritis now makes her accustomed perch atop my shoulder uncomfortable, so I outfitted my Toyota Matrix for her comfort.

The back seats folded down to form a flat floor, and I placed her bed on it. I spread out a blanket and put her food dish and a water dish on it. She has a cushion to smooth her way across the console when she wants to move from the shotgun seat to my lap. And she could curl up for a nap in her own bed whenever she liked. We packed a supply of her favorite dog food in her travel bag, but she also got a ham biscuit whenever I stopped for breakfast. I would go through the drive-through and order my meal and hers. Then I would stop in the parking lot and we would share breakfast. She would eat the ham and I would dunk the biscuit in my coffee.

Traveling with a dog is different from traveling with a wife. The dog never wants to stop at an outlet mall, never has to pick up emergency supplies from Salley's, never wants to listen to Streisand when I prefer Old Hank. She's just as happy at Hardee's as she is at Applebee's, where the food is fancier but the service is slower.

As I traveled across east Texas, I stopped for Texas barbecue in a town called Refugio, and ate in a hole-in-the-wall in a rundown strip mall that I wouldn't have taken Miss Peggy into. The ribs were good, even if they were taken from an animal that said moo"instead of one that said "oink." And I could go home and tell people that I ate in the town that gave the world Nolan Ryan. It says so on a sign at city limits. The only thing Nolan Ryan and I have in common is arthritis, but it felt good breathing the air that a Hall-of-Fame pitcher had breathed. By 10 p.m. I was pulling up to the LaQuinta Inn in Brownsville, where I knew from past experience that my 10-pound dog would be welcome.

I hooked up my GPS and let Gypsy direct me to Matt's front door. Gypsy is the synthesized woman's voice that comes out of the pathfinding instrument. She spends a lot of time telling me to make a U-turn at my earliest convenience, because I often ignore her directions.

I spent a couple of days with the kids, took them to Brownsville's zoo, ate seafood near the mouth of the Rio Grande, had a Presidente margarita at Chili's (they don't make them better in the local joints), and allowed Candi to bask in the attention of my grandchildren.

On Monday, I turned in early, determined to hit the road the first time I woke up. I awoke at 2 a.m., after six hours of sleep. I roused Candi, and headed for home. The Border Patrol stopped me between Brownsville and Corpus to allow its dogs to sniff my car. Candi tolerated them without a growl.

I spent the morning ignoring Gypsy's admonition to "execute a U-turn as soon as possible." Texas had built some new highways around Corpus and she didn't recognize them. I knew I was returning the way I had come. Somewhere before I reached Victoria, she figured out where I was and directed me on a route that allowed me to slide through Houston on I-10 without a single jam. I regretfully bypassed the town that advertised "the biggest squirrel in Texas." I was afraid it would take me for the biggest nut in Texas and Candi would be stranded a thousand miles from home with no driver.

I got back to Anderson ready for a good night's sleep and a weekend in North Carolina with Miss Peggy.

The pace may have been slower than it would have been aboard Delta. But my baggage got home the same time I did. I didn't have to put my dog in a kennel. I didn't have to pay an exorbitant fee for parking my car at the airport and I didn't have to rent a car to drive around the Brownsville area.
I still hate flying.

(Readers may write Gene Owens at 315 Lakeforest Circle, Anderson SC 29625, or e-mail him at WadesDixieco@aol.com)


Monday, August 24, 2009

Miscellanous

I watched a couple of movies over the weekend.
I enjoyed them both although on different levels as one might expect.

One thing that I thought was a little different was that Al Garcia featured a few different themes. One that I thought was maybe a little different for the time (1974) was the inclusion of the gay, dispassionate, suit-wearing hit men as characters. As I recall, back in the day, gay movie characters were fairly stereotypical. It took a few scenes for me to catch on.

Anyway, more later perhaps.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Can't say why this came to mind...

...just thirty minutes ago.

....

A junkie walking through the twilight
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago, but no one seems to know i'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it,
might not be such a bad idea if i never, never went home again

Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why
Hang on to your rosary beads
Close your eyes to watch me die
You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it
God, but did you ever try
To turn your sick soul inside out
So that the world, so that the world
Can watch you die

Home is where i live inside my white powder dreams
Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams
Home is where the needle marks
Try to heal my broken heart
and it might not be such a bad idea if i never, if i never went home again
Home again
Home again
Home again
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, quit it
Kick it, can't go home again.



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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Rick Pitino - "He's Our Guy"

I think this AP column hits the nail on the head pretty well.

To quote The Sports Curmudgeon, Don’t Get Me Wrong, I Love Sports…


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... lot of lessons to be learned from the lurid revelations about Rick Pitino, not the least of which are that moral depravity and dishonesty may not mean what you think and that the president of the University of Louisville should be a little more careful in choosing his words.

...A coach is only as great as the assistants underneath who work for him.

Vinnie Tatum was such a good soldier that he kept guard over Pitino in the back of a restaurant even as the coach was having drunken sex with a woman he had met just hours earlier....

....latest word from Pitino's lawyer is that the basketball coach was simply so concerned Karen Sypher had no health insurance that he reached into his pocket for a wad of bills to pay for it. Sypher was apparently posted upstairs at the clandestine rendezvous to make sure Pitino got a receipt for his largesse.

.....If only every rich person in America were as generous as Pitino, there would be no need for President Obama to campaign for health care reform.

None of this seems to particularly bother the people in charge at Louisville, ....hiding from questions about a hugely popular coach who went 31-6 last season and came within one game of the Final Four. The athletic director ... praising Pitino for being truthful, while president James Ramsey said only that some details of the whole sordid mess were "surprising."

Disgusting would be a more accurate description, but, hey, Pitino wins games and lots of them. No reason to jeopardize that, especially now that archrival Kentucky has its own superstar coach.

...Winning basketball games is a lot more important than taking the high moral ground at most universities.

Pitino said Wednesday he was at Louisville "as long as they will have me" and ... that figures to be as long as he keeps winning.

Yet he's drunk in a restaurant having sex with a woman he just met while his assistant listens in? He's giving her money in a secret meeting at another assistant's place after she tells him she's pregnant with his baby and plans to get an abortion?

Say what you will about Bobby Knight, but this wouldn't happen on his watch. He might throw a few chairs in a restaurant, but he wouldn't be having sex on top of one.



Thursday, August 6, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Pretty funny Sports Curmudgeon yesterday.

Yesterday, August 3rd, The Sports Curmudgeon placed his first post since July 6th, when he departed for an African photo safari.

So, his first post on his return concerned all the events he discovered he had "missed" while traveling. A few are listed below:

    The Tour de France started and ended without once coming to my attention. That’s good!

    The baseball All-Star Game and the idiotic Home-Run Derby happened without my knowing about it. No problem here…

    I missed out on the spasm that occurred when the rumor spread that Pete Rose might be reinstated by MLB thereby making him eligible for induction into the Hall of Fame. [Aside: Maybe if Pete Rose admitted to using steroids he would have the support of a bunch of writers who seem to believe that it was baseball’s fault for not catching those guys earlier on and so all their records should carry them into the HoF…]

    I went 24 consecutive days without hearing the name “Brett Favre” mentioned a single time. Didn’t miss it even a little bit.

    Even the Michael Jackson whoop-dee-doo never made it to the tented camps on or next to the African game parks. Praise the Lord for that.

    I think I recall something known as the WNBA but I will have to Google it to refresh my memory.

    I missed the furor surrounding “The Erin Andrews Tape”. For the record, if Erin Andrews chose to post a photo or a videotape of hersef getting dressed in a hotel room, she should have the right to do so. However, the voyeurs who schemed to make that tape clandestinely and then to “publish” it are antediluvian pond scum.

    I missed Tom Watson – at age 59 and with an artificial hip – almost winning the British Open. Tell me again how you have to be a great athlete to play golf…

    I missed the shock and awe that seemed to overcome most of the sports scribes as Tiger Woods disappeared from the British Open field.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Mobile Pictures

Tree at All Saints. My HOA would have cut this down years ago.


I was actually in this photo taken 4/13/1986. Don't recognize myself though.


View from Traders.


Going into Fairhope.



A view from the Bayway


Bankhead Tunnel


The Riverview



Friday afternoon traffic



The trees are beautiful




Thursday, July 23, 2009

Down in LA for a few days.

I'll try to post some pics and observations later.


First observation: Airport Blvd in Mobile is a bleeding hemmorage of an abortion. If the city doesn't have a traffic engineer, they should hire one. If they do have a traffic engineer, maybe they should find a different one.


Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Also, commentary re: GM

From Eric Felten's De Gustibus column yesterday

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With General Motors fresh out of bankruptcy, veteran GM exec Robert A. Lutz took to the Internet this week to do some crotchety cheerleading in a chat at the company's Web site. One questioner had the temerity to write: "In my group it is just uncool to drive a GM car -- even if they are as good as the imports." He asked Mr. Lutz how he planned to turn that attitude around.

"I guess it depends whether you have your own personality or whether you are a lemming-like follower of current trends," Mr. Lutz grouched. "I think an audacious and bold person with a mind of his or her own would go to a dealership and see that our new vehicles easily trounce the foreign competition. . . . It's uncool to drive an import." Some salesmanship.

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The sad little South Korean Daewoo subcompact that Chevy markets as the Aveo is slated to be replaced in 2011 with the Chevy Spark, another Korean product. The Spark has the hyperactive angularity common to small Asian autos. What, other than that nervous grin of a grill, makes the car a Chevrolet? Where's the "Heartbeat of America"?

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What an irony for GM, a company that made its bones by selling cars with better looks than its competitors. In 1926, GM honcho Alfred P. Sloan wrote to the head of the Buick division to emphasize "how much appearance has to do with sales; with all cars fairly good mechanically it is a dominating proposition and in a product such as ours where the individual appeal is so great, it means a tremendous influence on our future prosperity." GM keeps saying that it has rediscovered the joys of being good mechanically, but the appearance part of the old Sloan equation still eludes them.

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Excerpt from Peggy's column

I'd say, pretty much, spot on.

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124777884829553723.html
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The Sotomayor hearings were unsatisfying and relatively unilluminating. She was moderate in tone and manner, said little, will be confirmed, and over the years, decision by decision, we will find out who she is and how she thinks. They're all a mystery going in and then, paradoxically, cover themselves in a long black robe and reveal themselves. The Republicans questioning her never seemed to gain purchase, never quite succeeded in making the interesting (the Ricci case) interesting. Looking at things shallowly, and let's, Sonia Sotomayor seemed weirdly overrehearsed, speaking v e r y s l o w l y, gesturing with her hands in a way that was no doubt supposed to look natural and warm, like grandma in the kitchen, but instead came across as artificial and mildly animatronic.

[DECLARATIONS] Associated Press

Sonia Sotomayor


She took refuge (as did some of her questioners) in the impenetrable language of the law, and in what seemed (and this is becoming a regular strategy in politics) to be the deliberate jumbling of syntax, so people at home won't be able to follow what is being said. To be clear and succinct is to look for trouble. Better to produce a mist and miasma of jumbly words, and sentences that do not hold. You're talking, so you'll seem alive—in fact people using the syntax dodge are often quite animated—but as to meaning, you can leave that to the TV producers, who'll wrestle around trying to get something that makes sense and then settle for the Perry Mason soundbite. (Well, in truth the Perry Mason soundbite is pretty much what they want.)

I suspect the hearings added to a general sense of Washington's surface comity and essential sketchiness.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Simple pleasures

A night time view from the stoop.


Thursday, July 9, 2009

life imitates science fiction



Saw a photo from John Paul Gaultier's couture show yesterday.

The model had all this dark mask looking eye makeup on.


I was immediately reminded of Pris, the Daryl Hannah character, in the 1982 film Blade Runner

I've... seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tanhausser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain... Time to die.



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Pris


Played by: Daryl Hannah

Replicant

INCEPT DATE: 14 Feb, 2016
FUNCTION: Military/leisure
PHYS: A
MENT: B



Tuesday, July 7, 2009

To have and to have not...

Not my composition, but I came across this tonight and I've always liked these lines.
Looks like it's more "have" than "have not."

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Living a little, laughing a little.

The opinion piece from yesterday's WSJ resonates with me somewhat.
I urge you to read the article in full, it's short and worth reading.

Primarily, the big hub-bub over Mark Sanford's indiscretions (or betrayal of his sacred marriage vows, if you choose) was a well placed kick to an opponent that was down, hoist by his own petard as a "family values" guy. Other than that, it is just sport, in which I, too, have participated. Generally speaking, I don't care much for these Whiskey Tango, holier than thou, family values types.

But as usual, again, this time, it kind of reminds me of a song which is excerpted below:


Laugh everyone at the fool with his heart in his hand
Still, he can't quite understand that he's less than a man
Lost somewhere deep in his shell, there's an ember of pride
Watch how he tries hard to hide that he's dyin' inside

Laugh at his comical tears, as he thinks of the years…

Living just a little
Laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Lyrics by Linda Creed


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Our Pryin' Eyes

By JENNIFER GRAHAM

Back when we all thought Mark Sanford was channeling Thoreau on the Appalachian Trail, The State newspaper reported that a 23-year-old South Carolinian had been arrested for peering in a woman's apartment on three consecutive nights. He was charged, police said, with "peeping and trespassing."

Later that day, in a glorious stroke of irony, the newspaper engaged in a little peeping and trespassing of its own, splaying the South Carolina governor's personal emails across the Internet, and, in the process, making perpetrators out of us all.

We spied on Mr. Sanford (a public figure) and his paramour (not), just as we peered in the ambulance as Michael Jackson died, just as we thumbed through his autopsy records, just as we look up our neighbors' home prices on Zillow.

Forget swine flu; we have a Peeping Tom pandemic.

The moniker is centuries old. It comes from the story of Lady Godiva, the English noblewoman who, according to legend, agreed to ride naked through the streets of Coventry in the interest of tax relief. While most citizens shut their windows and averted their eyes, a fellow named Tom succumbed to prurience and bored holes in his shutters so he could watch.

The original Peeping Tom at least had enough dignity to gape covertly. Modern-day voyeurs, many of whom appear on cable TV, just throw wide the shutters and leer. And they've had plenty to leer at of late.

Consider The State's beautifully choreographed document dump; the newspaper dribbled out a few tantalizing excerpts June 24, so we'd return the next day for the rest. According to Editor & Publisher, which covers the industry, the newspaper's Web site had the most traffic ever: 1.7 million views the day the emails hit.

Great marketing. Cheesy journalism. And I say this as a former reporter for The State.

Executive Editor Mark Lett defended the mass voyeurism as an exercise in democracy. "Some of the e-mail content is messy and unpleasant, to be sure. But in the end, we chose to publish the e-mails rather than deny citizens information about a man they twice chose to guide the state," Mr. Lett wrote, thus invoking journalism's sacredest of cows, the reader's "right to know."

Surveying recent coverage, we may assume that a rental-car agent in Pamplico, S.C., has the right -- yea, the need -- to know about an Argentine woman's tan lines, the contents of a dead singer's stomach, or the minutiae of anyone's divorce. Clever wordsmiths can justify any revelation, no matter how embarrassing or trite. But newspapers ignore the human cost at their own risk.

When I was a religion reporter for The State, I wrote a lengthy profile of a new pastor at a prominent church. I was nearly finished when I happened to scan the week's property transactions and spotted the price of the pastor's new home. It was far beyond what most journalists could afford.

I idly mentioned this to an editor, and he insisted I include the price in my article. I balked. I thought it too personal and invasive; this was long before Zillow.

No matter: I was overruled by many layers of editors who explained the importance of a pastor's home value and how an exceedingly personal detail was the business of the masses. I was young and needed my job; there was nothing I could do, save resign. So I added the information to my story and called the pastor to warn him. He was, not surprisingly, angry and avoided me for years. And for what? Who was helped by that detail, save the local gossip mill? And will The State's paid circulation rise because of the love letters it published last week?

Newspapers are in decline because of the Internet, but there are few mourners outside of their newsrooms. Too many smart and decent people have had their "Absence of Malice" moments: mornings when they opened their newspapers and saw something written about them that made them want to run through the neighborhood, picking up every newspaper they saw.

Jay Severin is a radio talk-show host in Boston who was recently suspended for incendiary remarks. He once mooed at a female caller who made the mistake of telling him her weight, and he said Mexico's leading exports were women with mustaches and venereal disease. But Mr. Severin said that not only would he not read Mr. Sanford's emails on the air -- as many of his colleagues have done -- but he would not read them himself.

Hear, hear. Offered a look out the peephole, at least one man deliberately averted his eyes.

And the original Peeping Tom? He was, according to legend, struck dead for his crime. Purveyors of peeping, take note.

Ms. Graham is a writer in the suburbs of Boston.

Printed in The Wall Street Journal, page W11

Copyright 2009 Dow Jones & Company, Inc. All Rights Reserved


Monday, June 29, 2009

What Hair Is This?

Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat,....yeah, that's it, A CAT!



Saturday, June 27, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The Iranian Election and the Revolution Test

It's contrary to public opinion, but interesting commentary from a prestigious think tank.
Bottom line is, they do not believe that the Iranian election protests have overwhelmingly popular support, nor do they believe that voter fraud altered the election results.

They tell us:
Revolutions fail when no one joins the initial segment, meaning the initial demonstrators are the ones who find themselves socially isolated.
And then:
We continue to believe two things: that vote fraud occurred, and that Ahmadinejad likely would have won without it. Very little direct evidence has emerged to establish vote fraud, but several things seem suspect.


However, I reference Guevara's Guerrilla Warfare where he states in the second paragraph of chapter one:
It is not necessary to wait until all conditions for making revolution exist; the insurrection can create them.

Whatever... The more contemporary commentary, posted in it's entirety below, still makes a good case for the contrary.

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Source: Stratfor.com

The Iranian Election and the Revolution Test

By George Friedman

Successful revolutions have three phases. First, a strategically located single or limited segment of society begins vocally to express resentment, asserting itself in the streets of a major city, usually the capital. This segment is joined by other segments in the city and by segments elsewhere as the demonstration spreads to other cities and becomes more assertive, disruptive and potentially violent. As resistance to the regime spreads, the regime deploys its military and security forces. These forces, drawn from resisting social segments and isolated from the rest of society, turn on the regime, and stop following the regime’s orders. This is what happened to the Shah of Iran in 1979; it is also what happened in Russia in 1917 or in Romania in 1989.

Revolutions fail when no one joins the initial segment, meaning the initial demonstrators are the ones who find themselves socially isolated. When the demonstrations do not spread to other cities, the demonstrations either peter out or the regime brings in the security and military forces — who remain loyal to the regime and frequently personally hostile to the demonstrators — and use force to suppress the rising to the extent necessary. This is what happened in Tiananmen Square in China: The students who rose up were not joined by others. Military forces who were not only loyal to the regime but hostile to the students were brought in, and the students were crushed.

A Question of Support

This is also what happened in Iran this week. The global media, obsessively focused on the initial demonstrators — who were supporters of Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s opponents — failed to notice that while large, the demonstrations primarily consisted of the same type of people demonstrating. Amid the breathless reporting on the demonstrations, reporters failed to notice that the uprising was not spreading to other classes and to other areas. In constantly interviewing English-speaking demonstrators, they failed to note just how many of the demonstrators spoke English and had smartphones. The media thus did not recognize these as the signs of a failing revolution.

Later, when Ayatollah Ali Khamenei spoke Friday and called out the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, they failed to understand that the troops — definitely not drawn from what we might call the “Twittering classes,” would remain loyal to the regime for ideological and social reasons. The troops had about as much sympathy for the demonstrators as a small-town boy from Alabama might have for a Harvard postdoc. Failing to understand the social tensions in Iran, the reporters deluded themselves into thinking they were witnessing a general uprising. But this was not St. Petersburg in 1917 or Bucharest in 1989 — it was Tiananmen Square.

In the global discussion last week outside Iran, there was a great deal of confusion about basic facts. For example, it is said that the urban-rural distinction in Iran is not critical any longer because according to the United Nations, 68 percent of Iranians are urbanized. This is an important point because it implies Iran is homogeneous and the demonstrators representative of the country. The problem is the Iranian definition of urban — and this is quite common around the world — includes very small communities (some with only a few thousand people) as “urban.” But the social difference between someone living in a town with 10,000 people and someone living in Tehran is the difference between someone living in Bastrop, Texas and someone living in New York. We can assure you that that difference is not only vast, but that most of the good people of Bastrop and the fine people of New York would probably not see the world the same way. The failure to understand the dramatic diversity of Iranian society led observers to assume that students at Iran’s elite university somehow spoke for the rest of the country.

Tehran proper has about 8 million inhabitants; its suburbs bring it to about 13 million people out of Iran’s total population of 70.5 million. Tehran accounts for about 20 percent of Iran, but as we know, the cab driver and the construction worker are not socially linked to students at elite universities. There are six cities with populations between 1 million and 2.4 million people and 11 with populations of about 500,000. Including Tehran proper, 15.5 million people live in cities with more than 1 million and 19.7 million in cities greater than 500,000. Iran has 80 cities with more than 100,000. But given that Waco, Texas, has more than 100,000 people, inferences of social similarities between cities with 100,000 and 5 million are tenuous. And with metro Oklahoma City having more than a million people, it becomes plain that urbanization has many faces.

Winning the Election With or Without Fraud

We continue to believe two things: that vote fraud occurred, and that Ahmadinejad likely would have won without it. Very little direct evidence has emerged to establish vote fraud, but several things seem suspect.

For example, the speed of the vote count has been taken as a sign of fraud, as it should have been impossible to count votes that fast. The polls originally were to have closed at 7 p.m. local time, but voting hours were extended until 10 p.m. because of the number of voters in line. By 11:45 p.m. about 20 percent of the vote had been counted. By 5:20 a.m. the next day, with almost all votes counted, the election commission declared Ahmadinejad the winner. The vote count thus took about seven hours. (Remember there were no senators, congressmen, city council members or school board members being counted — just the presidential race.) Intriguingly, this is about the same time it took in 2005, though reformists that claimed fraud back then did not stress the counting time in their allegations.

The counting mechanism is simple: Iran has 47,000 voting stations, plus 14,000 roaming stations that travel from tiny village to tiny village, staying there for a short time before moving on. That creates 61,000 ballot boxes designed to receive roughly the same number of votes. That would mean that each station would have been counting about 500 ballots, or about 70 votes per hour. With counting beginning at 10 p.m., concluding seven hours later does not necessarily indicate fraud or anything else. The Iranian presidential election system is designed for simplicity: one race to count in one time zone, and all counting beginning at the same time in all regions, we would expect the numbers to come in a somewhat linear fashion as rural and urban voting patterns would balance each other out — explaining why voting percentages didn’t change much during the night.

It has been pointed out that some of the candidates didn’t even carry their own provinces or districts. We remember that Al Gore didn’t carry Tennessee in 2000. We also remember Ralph Nader, who also didn’t carry his home precinct in part because people didn’t want to spend their vote on someone unlikely to win — an effect probably felt by the two smaller candidates in the Iranian election.

That Mousavi didn’t carry his own province is more interesting. Flynt Leverett and Hillary Mann Leverett writing in Politico make some interesting points on this. As an ethnic Azeri, it was assumed that Mousavi would carry his Azeri-named and -dominated home province. But they also point out that Ahmadinejad also speaks Azeri, and made multiple campaign appearances in the district. They also point out that Khamenei is Azeri. In sum, winning that district was by no means certain for Mousavi, so losing it does not automatically signal fraud. It raised suspicions, but by no means was a smoking gun.

We do not doubt that fraud occurred during the Iranian election. For example, 99.4 percent of potential voters voted in Mazandaran province, a mostly secular area home to the shah’s family. Ahmadinejad carried the province by a 2.2 to 1 ratio. That is one heck of a turnout and level of support for a province that lost everything when the mullahs took over 30 years ago. But even if you take all of the suspect cases and added them together, it would not have changed the outcome. The fact is that Ahmadinejad’s vote in 2009 was extremely close to his victory percentage in 2005. And while the Western media portrayed Ahmadinejad’s performance in the presidential debates ahead of the election as dismal, embarrassing and indicative of an imminent electoral defeat, many Iranians who viewed those debates — including some of the most hardcore Mousavi supporters — acknowledge that Ahmadinejad outperformed his opponents by a landslide.

Mousavi persuasively detailed his fraud claims Sunday, and they have yet to be rebutted. But if his claims of the extent of fraud were true, the protests should have spread rapidly by social segment and geography to the millions of people who even the central government asserts voted for him. Certainly, Mousavi supporters believed they would win the election based in part on highly flawed polls, and when they didn’t, they assumed they were robbed and took to the streets.

But critically, the protesters were not joined by any of the millions whose votes the protesters alleged were stolen. In a complete hijacking of the election by some 13 million votes by an extremely unpopular candidate, we would have expected to see the core of Mousavi’s supporters joined by others who had been disenfranchised. On last Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, when the demonstrations were at their height, the millions of Mousavi voters should have made their appearance. They didn’t. We might assume that the security apparatus intimidated some, but surely more than just the Tehran professional and student classes possess civic courage. While appearing large, the demonstrations actually comprised a small fraction of society.

Tensions Among the Political Elite

All of this is not to say there are not tremendous tensions within the Iranian political elite. That no revolution broke out does not mean there isn’t a crisis in the political elite, particularly among the clerics. But that crisis does not cut the way Western common sense would have it. Many of Iran’s religious leaders see Ahmadinejad as hostile to their interests, as threatening their financial prerogatives, and as taking international risks they don’t want to take. Ahmadinejad’s political popularity in fact rests on his populist hostility to what he sees as the corruption of the clerics and their families and his strong stand on Iranian national security issues.

The clerics are divided among themselves, but many wanted to see Ahmadinejad lose to protect their own interests. Khamenei, the supreme leader, faced a difficult choice last Friday. He could demand a major recount or even new elections, or he could validate what happened. Khamenei speaks for a sizable chunk of the ruling elite, but also has had to rule by consensus among both clerical and non-clerical forces. Many powerful clerics like Ali Akbar Hashemi Rafsanjani wanted Khamenei to reverse the election, and we suspect Khamenei wished he could have found a way to do it. But as the defender of the regime, he was afraid to. Mousavi supporters’ demonstrations would have been nothing compared to the firestorm among Ahmadinejad supporters — both voters and the security forces — had their candidate been denied. Khamenei wasn’t going to flirt with disaster, so he endorsed the outcome.

The Western media misunderstood this because they didn’t understand that Ahmadinejad does not speak for the clerics but against them, that many of the clerics were working for his defeat, and that Ahmadinejad has enormous pull in the country’s security apparatus. The reason Western media missed this is because they bought into the concept of the stolen election, therefore failing to see Ahmadinejad’s support and the widespread dissatisfaction with the old clerical elite. The Western media simply didn’t understand that the most traditional and pious segments of Iranian society support Ahmadinejad because he opposes the old ruling elite. Instead, they assumed this was like Prague or Budapest in 1989, with a broad-based uprising in favor of liberalism against an unpopular regime.

Tehran in 2009, however, was a struggle between two main factions, both of which supported the Islamic republic as it was. There were the clerics, who have dominated the regime since 1979 and had grown wealthy in the process. And there was Ahmadinejad, who felt the ruling clerical elite had betrayed the revolution with their personal excesses. And there also was the small faction the BBC and CNN kept focusing on — the demonstrators in the streets who want to dramatically liberalize the Islamic republic. This faction never stood a chance of taking power, whether by election or revolution. The two main factions used the third smaller faction in various ways, however. Ahmadinejad used it to make his case that the clerics who supported them, like Rafsanjani, would risk the revolution and play into the hands of the Americans and British to protect their own wealth. Meanwhile, Rafsanjani argued behind the scenes that the unrest was the tip of the iceberg, and that Ahmadinejad had to be replaced. Khamenei, an astute politician, examined the data and supported Ahmadinejad.

Now, as we saw after Tiananmen Square, we will see a reshuffling among the elite. Those who backed Mousavi will be on the defensive. By contrast, those who supported Ahmadinejad are in a powerful position. There is a massive crisis in the elite, but this crisis has nothing to do with liberalization: It has to do with power and prerogatives among the elite. Having been forced by the election and Khamenei to live with Ahmadinejad, some will make deals while some will fight — but Ahmadinejad is well-positioned to win this battle.