Monday shorts

Caught off-guard

Yesterday evening there was a post to the NCNCA mailing list noting that the registration for a number of early season races was open and that the M35+ 4/5 field for the Snelling RR was filling quickly. I took a peak at the registration page for Snelling and at the time I first looked there were 37 registered with a field size of 50. Within less than an hour the field was full. I knew that our Engineering manager at work was intending to race in that field but his name was nowhere to be found on the registration list. I asked him this morning and he was a bit perturbed; no indication on the NCNCA site that registration was open, and he uses secondary sources of info (club e-mail) to get salient info from NCNCA. Ooops. Looks like he may be sitting this one out … unless he wants to race with the Cat 4 field.

I am sitting here musing on my own registration. The best field for me, the (open) M45+ field, has a 37 registrants at the moment, and a field size of 50 so a decision will need to be made soon. At this time I am thinking not; 5 weeks away, I am coming off a week of having mucous filled lungs, and it would mean that The Wife and I would be spending the whole day there (her race is at 8:20A, mine would be at 12:30P. Decisions, decisions.

Something right in the world

 True confession time.  Long ago I lived for a while in Texas.  Mostly West Texas.  During that time a lot was changing.  Dallas Love Field was abandoned, for the most part, for Dallas Fort-Worth Regional.  That was bad, for the most part though it did enable a young startup to get some cheap space at the most abandoned airfield and Southwest Airlines was born.  The Dallas football team won the big super-duper extravaganza bowl, and all of us in the sticks got to see ads all day long of the prima-donna QB, Roger Stenchback, hyping posters of himself on the couple of cable channels available.  And then the owners of the football team build a new stadium, closer to the new airport than the city, and showed how full of themselves they were by leaving a hole in the roof so that “God can look down on his Cowboys” (I kid you not, that is what they said, and say, about the opening in the roof of the almost dome).  And so I became an ABD football fan, Any team But Dallas.  And so something is right with the world when they lose and appear on the morning news all tearful and whining.