What Comes Around, I Guess

I saw the young man in the hallway at work in a Steelers coat and knit hat. I had to offer an editorial comment following this past weekend’s game.

“How about those Steelers,” I said to him.

“Yeah,” he said. “We’re comin’ around.”

I have praised my newly adopted hometown as being tolerant and, in fact, indifferent to one’s NFL affiliations. And I like being able to just say hey to another fan of the team that represents what I consider to be my ancestral home.

So when I returned to my apartment and realized I had left the groceries (you know. the wine and the triple sec.) in the car, it meant another trip across the street to my car. I loathed the notion of going back out in the cold in the night. But, you know. Because groceries.

Four gals, young and loud and self-absorbed as most are, were leaving the bar as I walked out, and one of them noticed loudly that our paths were converging. Loudly.

“We’re following the guy with the Steelers hat.” I laughed.

Then. “Go Steelers. NOT!”

I took my shortcut to the car. They walked around the block and took the stairs.

The guy in the Steelers hat knows a shortcut, you a-hole.

Ha.

(Then I cooked an amazing pot of chicken and noodles.)

IT’S A KITTEH PLAYING A THEREMIN!

Me: I think if you kill someone, you should be hauled in and charged. WTF is happening to this country?

Commenter #1: someone breaks in my house should expect a lead welcome

Me: And you should expect to answer to the law afterwards.

Commenter #2: answer to the law for protecting his home?????????

Me: Yes. There was a murder. I’d like for murders in my community to be investigated, please.

This is an exchange I actually had with a couple of commenters on Facebook.

We were talking about the case of Renisha McBride, a Detroit woman who was shot to death when she knocked on the wrong door trying to get help after a traffic accident. Authorities know who fired the shot that killed her, but no arrests have been made.

What the “stand your ground” statutes have accomplished is a retreat from the notion that if a person is a suspect in a murder, the person should actually have to be inconvenienced by, say, talking to a police officer.

This country is losing its gravity-bound mind.


Now, as promised:


By my count it’s 20 days until Zappadan, and I’ll tell you what, I have a few nice things planned for this year. But man, that War on Christmas starts earlier and earlier every year, doesn’t it?

    In Other News
  • Welcome to Dinovember
  • Kookaburra Sits in the Jury Box (Metafilter) I am a rabid Men At Work fan since 1982. HOW DID I NOT KNOW ANY OF THIS?
  • If I were any good at “Jeopardy,” which I’m not, I’m like Kevin Pollak in She’s All That, I would audition just so I could get to final Jeopardy and write down “Who are three people who have never been in my kitchen. A boy can dream.
  • Instead of saying “you learn something new every day,” I like to say “you learned something new, Tina Fey!” It just makes life more interesting.

Encroachment

In gridiron football, encroachment refers to when before the snap, a defensive player illegally crosses the line of scrimmage and makes contact with an opponent or has a clear path to the quarterback.

It can at times offer a team’s opponent a 14-point advantage at a crucial time in the football game. See Bills, Buffalo.


In Other News
Remember when Wolf Blitzer was talking to that tornado survivor and was inexplicably all like “you gotta thank the Lord, right,” and she’s like, “I’m actually an atheist?” Her whole story is actually pretty charming.

Includes kitteh goodness.