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grrrr.

I spent way too much time today thinking about an idiot sportswriter in south Florida, and a column he pretty clearly wrote to get a ton of hits for the paper’s web site.

I’m not going to link to it here — I did that already at KNT, and you can go over there and see it if you like — but I still can’t let go, of the idiot sportswriter’s claim or what’s actually behind it.

What he said: Ohio Stadium doesn’t carry much of a home-field advantage. That can be addressed pretty easily:

(Yeah, I’m tired of the Seven Nation Army thing too, but the kids seem to like it, so whatever.)

What he meant:

  1. Ohio State isn’t relevant.
  2. The Buckeyes choke in the big games.
  3. We know what happens in those Midwest versus South contests.
  4. And when was the last time OSU won anything, anyway?

That is getting old, boys and girls. This crap needs to stop.

I have answers for idiot sportswriter:

  1. In this decade, Ohio State’s played in seven BCS bowl games, including the last six years straight. The Buckeyes have also played for the national championship three times in that span, winning one at the end of a perfect, 14-0 2002 season.
  2. Jim Tressel’s record against ranked opponents at Ohio State is 34-14.
  3. People from south Florida probably recall that last part about the national championship in Answer No. 1.
  4. You mean besides winning at least a share of the Big Ten championship for the last five seasons? Or winning five bowl games — four of which were BCS games — in the past decade? Well, you could start with that last part about the national championship in Answer No. 1.

In defending his idiotic comments today, idiot sportswriter said he’d be in Columbus to cover the game. I’d like to invite idiot sportswriter to stop up at 14C so I can scream in his ear for three hours. Idiot sportswriter would probably still think that Ohio State football isn’t relevant, but he’d at least know he was wrong about Ohio Stadium.

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foul.

It’s not you. It’s me.

Just about every single interaction I had with other people today — in the office, on the phone, on Twitter, at the store — left me grinding my teeth. In a couple of instances — like with the clerk at Home Depot who thought suggesting that I get a cart would help me lift a bathroom vanity into the back of my car — my reaction has been justified, but in the rest of the cases, my rage has been entirely my problem.

I’m not usually a raving asshole — and, fortunately, I was largely able to keep the raving to myself today — so I’m hopeful this will pass and I’ll wake up tomorrow as my normal, cheerful self.

And that would be fine. Because today was not fun.

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listen.

The next one to go.

The news about Kaye Cowher’s death started circulating among my Pittsburgh friends Friday night. I might have missed it then, but I heard it loud and clear this morning — it was skin cancer that ended her life at age 54.

I hate that.

I hate it because I’ve had skin cancer tumors removed already, on my arm, on my shoulder, and I’ve had a pre-cancerous lesion taken off my forehead. I hate it because I have two more spots on my arms that I need to be taken off as well.

And, as I’ve said before, I hate it because it’s preventable. And because we — yes, including me, the one who’s had tumors removed and will likely have to do so for the rest of his life — still don’t take it seriously.

Guys? Wear sunscreen. Put on a hat. If you can, stay out of the sun in the late morning and early afternoon. It’s really that easy.

And. If you notice a spot on your skin that you haven’t noticed before. If you have a little sore that doesn’t want to heal. If a mole or a birthmark you’ve grown up with starts to change size or color. Please — the next time you see your doctor, point it out. Make sure your doc sees it. Ask if it’s something that a dermatologist should check.

Because that little spot can kill you.

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washed up.

See all those dishes on the counter? They should be in the dishwasher underneath the counter. But the dishwasher, a lovely Whirlpool we’ve had for just over a year, has apparently decided that it needs a rest, because it quit running, right in the middle of the rinse cycle.

Since its installation a little more than a year ago, we’ve been very happy to have it. It’s been quiet, and it does its job well. There was a rough patch prior to its installation, but that had more to do with the inability of our friends at Lowe’s to A) order the correct side panel and then B) inform us that the correct side panel had arrived. For, um, nearly six weeks.

But once it was in place just barely over a year ago, it’s been great. Until now.

You may have noticed that I’ve emphasized the length of time we’ve had our wonderful dishwasher; that’s because when the repair guy arrives tomorrow, we’ll be paying to have our just-slightly-older-than-a-year-old dishwasher fixed, because it’s out of fucking warranty.

I love being a homeowner. Seriously, I do. But I am going to be steaming when I write that check tomorrow morning. The only thing that will make me feel better is if our dishwasher is steaming again too.

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not much of a choice.

On one hand, we have Game Seven of the Eastern Conference Semifinal Series between the Pens and Montreal.

On the other hand, we have an evening in a middle school auditorium, listening to a presentation about bond issues and construction contracts.

Guess which one I’ll be doing on Wednesday night.

Crap.

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ouch.

I still don’t have any idea who’s going to be the Fifth Annual Uncle Crappy NCAA Final Four Challenge winner. But I’m pretty sure it’s not going to be me.

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