I'm a fan of Maryland basketball. More especially, I'm a fan of UM coaches Gary Williams and Brenda Friese.
Gary and Brenda--Brenda and Gary--obviously know how to motivate kids. Their teams almost always wind up in the Sweet 16. And Final Four some years. With national championship pennants.
This season, Brenda and the Lady Terrapins are seeded number one in their regional tournament at Raleigh; they're squaring off against #4 seed Vanderbilt as we speak.
Gary and his always-fun-to-watch Terps got past Washington in the first round of NCAA competition, but fell to Memphis in the next round. Proud work nonetheless.
Good job in 2008-2009, Brenda, Gary. Go get'em in 2010! I'm rootin' for ya.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
PUPPY LOVE
A week ago today, my life changed. I brought home a puppy.
Breed? Mixed. Gender? Male. Age? Five weeks then, six today.
I'm told the mother was daschund and the papa German shepherd. Defies physics, if you ask me, but who am I to argue with the total stranger who was kind enough to give away five of the pups in the litter. For me, it paid to go to the grocery store that day, as it meant I brought home a free puppy, as well as a carload of doggie toys and puppy food trays.
"Chester," gracefully named the next day by my pal Alice, was fourth in the donor's giveaway--and by my sights, the handsomest of the quintet. Sooner or later, his photo will show up on the web.
For now, we're content to let this sleeping dog lie. He's worn out from a day of inside play during heavy rains. Snoozing away, he seems perfectly happy in his plush little bed, perched on an open drawer by my left elbow at the computer desk. A happier scene I've not witnessed lately. At such moments, the piddles and worse are a small price to pay!
Breed? Mixed. Gender? Male. Age? Five weeks then, six today.
I'm told the mother was daschund and the papa German shepherd. Defies physics, if you ask me, but who am I to argue with the total stranger who was kind enough to give away five of the pups in the litter. For me, it paid to go to the grocery store that day, as it meant I brought home a free puppy, as well as a carload of doggie toys and puppy food trays.
"Chester," gracefully named the next day by my pal Alice, was fourth in the donor's giveaway--and by my sights, the handsomest of the quintet. Sooner or later, his photo will show up on the web.
For now, we're content to let this sleeping dog lie. He's worn out from a day of inside play during heavy rains. Snoozing away, he seems perfectly happy in his plush little bed, perched on an open drawer by my left elbow at the computer desk. A happier scene I've not witnessed lately. At such moments, the piddles and worse are a small price to pay!
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