Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Checking in on a catchup Sunday

It's been a while since I've logged any of my progress drafting The Nomad Wilds, partially because I've been rolling so hard I haven't felt the need. This week was the first in three that I've averaged less than a thousand words a day, and that was because circumstances conspired to prevent me from drafting at all on Monday and Tuesday.

And the reason things have been flying along so well is because I finally, after getting about 30,000 words in, have identified the central plot. I have heard that some writers insist on having a plot before they start writing a book, but I refuse to be bound by such notions. Previously, I had thought that Nomads would be a 'smaller' book than BSOH; the central conflict had a more limited scope, and everything just seemed a little less severe. No longer. We've got some serious world-shaking shit going on now, and Brandon and the rest of the crew are in WAY over their heads. The primary antagonists have changed, and their motives are deliciously gray, rather than the stark good vs evil that I was working with before.

So while I had worried earlier in the year that I wasn't going to get Nomads drafted by the end of the year, now I'm thinking that I may get this finished by early December. Which would mark the first time ever that I've met one of my personal deadlines.

In other aspects of the Master Plan, I deloaded about 25lb on squats this week to adjust to my new lifting belt. First workout I hit every rep high, but Thursday I buried dem sumbitches nice and deep, so I'm going to hop on the linear progression train for the next few weeks and see if I can get to a 3 plate squat by Thanksgiving. Can't push lifting too hard because I have a pair of 5k races coming up in the next six weeks, but as long as I drink my milk and don't deadlift the day before the race (yes, I've done it; do not recommend), I should be fine.

And I might as well admit it, my football predictions for this year were juuuust a bit off. Between injuries and bad coaching, the Bears O-line looks worse than it did last year. Cutler and Forte have been playing their balls off, but when the best receiver is an undrafted slot guy, and your best lineman is an injured rookie, you've got problems. And the thing is, all of that would be fine if the defense didn't completely implode over the offseason. Peppers hasn't shown up since week 1, the safety turnstile is spinning so fast it could power a city block, and for all Briggs has complained about wanting a new contract, he sure isn't making a very good case for one. Urlacher can't carry this team anymore, although he's doing his damndest to try.

The good news is the Blackhawks look solid and I've got a date with the Arboretum and a pumpkin patch next weekend. So pop a beer and hunker down; it's time to blitz all the way to the end of the year.

Onward...

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Fall is the best season of all the seasons

Fall replaced summer as my favorite season right around the time I went to college. Summers were hot, boring, and filled with days painting fences at the local high school. Autumns were cool, exciting, and filled with days learning cool shit and hanging out with friends. I don't work as a groundskeeper anymore, and there aren't any month-long reunions planned, but fall is still the best season.

Because fall is when school starts, fall is a great time to really hunker down and get things done. Just because you're not in school is no reason to let that classical conditioning lapse. Fall is a time for change, a time to get things started. You've got 6 months of long nights ahead of you, and no excuses that the weather is too nice to be productive.

Now, finally, we get to eat fall food. Some people say that 6 months of nothing but apples in the produce section is boring. Those people are communists. What's that, summer? Hamburgers? Boom, beef stew. Watermelon? Hot chocolate. What you got? Margaritas? Double IPAs. Chicken wings? Bitch, football Sundays INVENTED chicken wings. Get out of here.

And it's the return of robe and sweatshirt weather. There's something to be said for going shirtless in the summer, but there are not many things better than wrapping up on the couch in a robe, or taking a walk through some crunchy leaves with a lady who holds your hand inside your hoodie pocket.

As I mentioned earlier, we also get football season. Even though the Bears are schizophrenic, football season is still the best single sporting event of the year. Sorry, Olympics. Sorry, March Madness. Sorry, Lord Stanley. Y'ain't got nothin' on the highs and lows, the drama and the rivalries of the 20 weeks leading up to the Super Bowl.

But maybe the best part of fall is how it lends itself to the appreciation of now. Fall is a fleeting season. On one end it gets crowded by Indian summers, and on the other it gets crowded by Thanksgiving snowfalls. The leaves stay colorful on the trees for a week, maybe two. If you aren't paying attention to fall, you may miss it. It's a subtle season, and the more you are aware of your self and your surroundings, the more you'll enjoy it. So take the time. Sleep with the window open even if it's a little cold. Take a walk in a forest preserve, and don't worry about the trails. Have some coffee on the porch when you can see the steam coming off the cup. Read with a blanket.

Fall is here, and the weeks roll onward...

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Football 2011

Football season has finally arrived. Last year, the Monsters of the Midway, the Chicago Bears, lost to those twaddling cheeseheads, the damn Green Bay Packers, in the NFC Championship game. The Bears surprised everyone in 2010 by going 11-5 and winning the NFC North for the third time in 6 years, during a season they were widely predicted to finish at or below .500.

This year appears to be more of the same. General consensus is that the Bears will be lucky to win 8 games and will miss the playoffs. Sports media further aggravates these insults by projecting that the Detroit Lions, who have won eight games over the last three years, will finish ahead of the Bears in the NFC North.

The 2011 Bears have one of the most difficult schedules in the league, based on opponents' 2010 records. I'd like to offer my own thoughts and predictions based on the Bears team as they appear to me independent of their schedule.

Most of the key players on defense are on the wrong side of 30. They can all still play at a high level (witness Urlacher's Pro Bowl selection at 32), but the chance of injury is higher with older players, and the backups are untested at best. I think the defense has another year, maybe two, of elite play left in them, but the window is closing.

That said, Henry Melton is the best defensive prospect the Bears have had in years. Lovie Smith's defense relies on a dominating 3-technique tackle, and Melton looks like he can fit the bill.

An injury to any of the starting linebackers would cripple the defense.

Aside from Charles Tillman, the Bears starting cornerbacks are not noticeably better than their backups. This could be a problem given their schedule.

If Brandon Meriweather replaces Major Wright as the starting free safety, it will be trading a 24 year old who makes big plays on the ball at the expense of solid tackling and good coverage for a 28 year old who makes big plays on the ball at the expense of solid tackling and good coverage.

The offensive line looks to be leaps and bounds better than the one that gave up 52 sacks last year. Losing Olin Kruetz hurts from a cohesion and leadership standpoint, but the unit as a whole is more physical and more talented than the one from last year.

Because of the improvements on the O-line, I expect Jay Cutler to take another step forward at QB. The Bears receiver problems are overblown, and if Cutler can stay upright, I don't think throwing 30 TDs is out of the question.

Matt Forte deserves a raise. Lance Briggs does not.

The threat of Devin Hester on punt returns is overstated. I encourage opposing teams to kick to him, preferably low, line drive style punts. Don't be a wuss; kick it to Hester. What's the worst that can happen?

Hopefully the shock collar that Lovie Smith strapped on Mike Martz during the 2010 bye week still works, and will keep Martz from calling 8 consecutive pass plays to open games this year.

Final prediction: 10-6, 2nd in NFC North, wildcard playoff berth.