* Did you see the boys totally handle the Hawkeyes on Saturday? Despite the offensive domination, I really have to think the Bucks’ defense was the standout crew. They held up against an experienced quarterback – probably the best in the Big Ten outside Troy Smith – and actually played very well against the run. I think we still have some problems to solve on special teams; no matter how good he is, Teddy Ginn needs a little more blocking before he can start breaking those long returns. And our biggest challenge is simply to remain sharp through a stretch of opponents who, on paper, shouldn’t be able to hang with us. One of those teams – Michigan State maybe, or even Illinois – is going to show up and push us harder than they should be able to. Remember Michigan State in 1998? I do. I hope Tressel does as well.
* As I mentioned before, The Wife and I finally dumped dial-up, in favor of a connection with our local cable company’s service. Wow. Fast. Did I mention fast? I’ve already jumped into the world of bittorrent, a file-sharing, uh, thingie used by tapers to distribute their stuff, starting with the set played by the Rhythm Devils – Billy, Mickey, Mike Gordon, Steve Kimock, et al – at the Gathering back in August. Next on the list? A copy of my first Phish show, at the Newport in December of 1992. I could have downloaded the Rhythm Devils set on the old connection, but it would have taken me about three days to complete. Today, it took a little more than three hours. Did I mention fast?
* The countdown is underway. It’s now early Tuesday, so I’m 10 days away from turning 40. I tend to get a little freaked out by birthdays; not so much by the event itself, but the rapidly escalating numbers associated with them. And this one comes with a little extra baggage. I have to start thinking about fun stuff like prostate exams and putting the cigarettes away for good. I’m sure there’s going to be fun associated with this as well; I’d like to stretch this out into three or four birthday celebrations if possible, because that’s how I like to do it. But. In the meantime, there’s that number. 40. Yikes.