My latest article, a review of Mute Math at the Roxy this past weekend, is now online at The Corner Table. Enjoy!
Adriene has uploaded some video from the Mute Math concert this past Friday night. Adriene and Jeff get their hands on Paul Meany’s Atari! Rock!
Also uploaded on my Flickr account are pictures of the concert and also of homecoming at Georgia Tech, including the game.
I’ve got more to say about homecoming weekend, but I’ll save it for another post.
Adriene and I travelled up to Clemson this weekend, and well, we had a pretty miserable time. The game wasn’t so much the reason, Clemson absolutely beat Georgia Tech down. It wasn’t the game however that ruined the day, and no, it wasn’t the Clemson fans. They were obnoxious, but by and large, pretty good natured people who treated us well.
It was my own team’s fans. I realized this weekend that I hate my own team’s fans.
Why I hate Georgia Tech fans:
- They have a sense of entitlement like no other fans I’ve ever seen. At least fans who expect their teams to win every weekend ACTUALLY WIN MOST OF THE TIME. Tech plays just barely above .500 ball and yet the fans seem to think they are competing for National Championships and act like spoiled brats when they lose. You would think by now fans would be a little more realistic.
- They have no freaking clue about the game of football. Clemson absolutely dominated Tech on both offensive line and defensive line due to their larger size. And yet, the fans screamed and whined to bench the quarterback and fire the coach. Here’s a clue, genius. If your team can’t block the other team, it doesn’t matter if you’ve got Lombardi as your coach and Manning as your quarterback. You. Will. Lose.
- Everywhere you go, you think you should go to the front of the line because you are a Tech fan. You’re smarter than everyone else, so you just cut in front of line and step in front of people. Why? Because you’re a Tech fan, you deserve it.
- They behave like idiots during the American anthem and like idiots when a player on the other team gets injured. They could’ve learned a lot from Clemson’s fans.
- Because despite the fact that you’ve had nine winning seasons in a row, something your program hasn’t done since 1922 (1922!), all you do is whine about how awful your coach is.
- All they do is cheer about how much they hate other teams instead of ACTUALLY CHEERING FOR THEIR TEAM.
- Because all you do is brag about how hard your school is and how smart your athletes are, and yet when you lose, you complain about how hard your academics are (despite the fact that the Management degree at Tech is a fine degree, but not really that much harder than most other University degrees.) so you use it as an excuse and whine about it.
- Because you don’t show up for home games except for the big games. And you sell your tickets to visiting fans, particularly UGA fans (who, by the way, at least make Georgia Tech fans the second worst fans in the state) so that your team has to play away games in their own stadium
Your school and your football team deserves a whole lot better than you. Sorry, Tech fans. If you could be fired, I’d buy out your contract.
This is the part about marriage they don’t tell you about, I thought as I circled the parking lot again, trying to find a spot in the rain. Adriene and I had both had very long days at work and we had just picked up my car from the mechanic (which proved to be an expensive trip) and we got home and were mentally, physically, financially, and emotionally exhausted. Adriene decided to make a pizza for dinner and normally she is a master in the kitchen, a domestic Mozart of culinary preparations. You can use any of the sports analogies you want. Even great pitchers give up the big home run, great hitters strike out, great quarterbacks throw the interception, great receivers drop the ball, great basketball players miss the free throw. Whichever one you want to use, it happened. When I saw the burnt, ruined pizza come out of the oven, I already knew. She was done for the night. So, out in the rain I went, dragging my butt from a long day at work, out to pick up a pizza from the local place so we could eat dinner about two hours later than we normally do. It was a small gesture, but it was awfully representative of the last couple months around our house.
I’ve had a couple of friends and acquaintances get engaged during this year. I’m sure they are thinking of all the great romantic moments they are going to have together in the future years and I’m sure they will have those. But sometimes, marriage is more like this. When every thing gives out and it seems like the whole world exists only to tear you down, all you’ve got is each other and sometimes even things as simple as driving in the rain to pick up a pizza become relationship builders and marriage strengtheners. It seems like more than ever in the past couple of months, we’ve each bottomed out emotionally, physically, mentally, or spiritually at different times from different circumstances and left the other one to carry the whole thing for a while. Sometimes it feels like even God returns nothing but static and all that’s there is the comfort of your companion while you struggle with the dial to find Him again on the radio. It takes a strong marriage to trust each other in that way during those times. I feel for people in marriages who view their spouse as an adversary or hinderance, because who then is left to help in this fight of life? Come what may, I have to think all of the trials running us down are building us up, hopefully preparing us for something greater. This is the stuff you didn’t think about years ago when you said “I do.”
As fall approaches, I always want to go the mountains. This weekend was perfect for a little trip to Bert’s Pumpkin Farm and enjoy the perfect autumn weather. Of course, one of the joys of living in Atlanta is that if you think of doing anything, there are probably thousands of other people who decided to do the exact same thing. As we snaked our way into the parking lot and passed SUV after SUV (of course, who I am to judge… I think as we drive past in our Chevy Blazer) and Minivan after Minivan, all with license tags of “Cobb”, “Forsyth”, “Gwinnett”, “Cherokee”, and “Fulton”, I felt a little sad. Bert’s Pumpkin Farm was almost as crowded as a mall the day after Thanksgiving. The secluded mountains of north Georgia aren’t really very secluded anymore. They are practically a suburb of Atlanta now. As I watched the crowds there, I thought about a book I read about the Berkshires of Massachusetts. The locals love and loathe the loud, obnoxious, rich people they call “212’ers” (Manahttan’s area code) who visit every fall and turn their quiet mountain towns into crowded, dirty, loud places that feel a lot like, well, New York. They bring their money, though, so the locals can’t really turn them away. We stopped at an apple stand to purchase some apples and fried apple pies to take home and even though it was crowded and we had to wait in a long line, I was at least glad there are still apple orchards and family farms still existing in the hills of Georgia.
Not that there wasn’t crowds and tremendous amounts of traffic when I used to go to the mountains as a child. I can remember cars lined up for miles trying to get into the tourist trap of Helen, Georgia, everyone so eager to purchase their fake German souvenirs and tube the Chattahoochee River. Somehow, though, it feels different now, like a piece of rural Georgia is slowly fading away along with a piece of my childhood.
Childhood. I’ve taken a lot of comfort lately in sitting and watching children play at playgrounds and this past weekend around the pumpkins. They aren’t weighed down by all the things that trouble my mind and they go from one extreme feeling to the next, not even bothering to hide their emotions to save face. Watching all these kids makes me forget about everything bouncing around my head for a little while. My opinion on children sure has changed in the last couple of years. They are also great subjects for photographs
One of the upsides of all the crowds in Ellijay is that other parts of north Georgia weren’t so crowded. We enjoyed a lunch at the Smith House in Dahlonega, and sure it’s overpriced, but it was nice to sit around a big table with friends and pass food like fried chicken, black eyed peas, green beans, and pot roast around and enjoy the company. Plus, I found a new used bookstore in Dahlonega full of old hardbound books from the 50’s, 60’s, and even stuff more recent that I’m sure will have me coming back.
Add to that a little cold Friday night of high school football, and I’d say it was a pretty enjoyable weekend.