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Happy Birthday, Dad!

From one Richard Jones to another, Happy Birthday.

It’s an important day for me to celebrate, because without him getting borned, I sure wouldn’t be here at the keyboard blathering away at you dudes.

I’ve said it before and probably will again, but it is something that bears repeating: My dad is a good dude.*

He’s generous to a fault, with his time, his money and his experience.

He’s the only person I know who can whip my butt in trivia, no matter how annoying that happens to be. And it is very annoying.

Dad’s example drove me to try and get better, even if it was only so I could beat him in a game of H.O.R.S.E. or one-on-one basketball.

I’m not saying he’s perfect. Not by a long shot.

However, his good points far outweigh his bad.

A world-class orthopedic surgeon, Dad’s since retired and closed his practice, but he’s still spending his time giving folks their lives back. In addition to traveling the world to teach other doctors how to do procedures, he also takes time to fly to poor nations and work with other similarly-minded physicians to provide surgical interventions to people who otherwise would never see the inside of an operating theater and who might never be able to walk without them.

So, while I’m wishing him a happy birthday, I also wanted to thank my dad for all the good things he’s done, the good things he’s doing now and all the good he’ll do in the future.

Footnotes & Errata

* Even if he does seem to harbor some resentment for a certain wooden railing at the St. Augustin Alligator Farm and a particular laughing red macaw.

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Sunday Show: Space Jam

Space Jam is not a good movie.

It’s not a great movie either, so don’t think I’m trying to set you dudes up there. No, Space Jam is a bad movie. It stars Michael Jordan, Bill Murray, Wayne (“Neuman”) Knight and a plethora of then-current (1996) NBA stars.

It also, allegedly, stars the Looney Tunes cartoon characters like Buggs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Foghorn Leghorn etc. etc. I say allegedly because, while they look like the Looney Tunes characters and sound somewhat alike, they lack the crazed sense of fun and anarchic irrepressibility, the looniness, that gave them their name.

It was, however, the only basketball-themed movie I could think of during halftime when I wrote this. Sorry.

I’d tell you dudes to enjoy, but I’m not sure that’s possible.


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The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year*

It’s back, dudes!

It’s finally back!

Last night, football games that matter finally got played and my life finally began to play in Technicolor© once more.

To say I love college football would be a bit of an understatement.

There’s a line in the original Matrix movie where Morpheus is introducing Neo to what’s laughingly called “the real world,” and, apparently without a trace of irony, is using a computer simulation to do that thing.


Morpheus spreads his arms out wide and says to Neo, “Welcome. . . to the desert of the real.”

That line there? With the visual of a craggy cliff, with roiling lightning-sparked clouds, and nothing growing as far as the eye can see? Yeah. That’s life without college football.

But now that desert has received rain. It’s flowering. The season stretches out before us with a million different variations, a quadrillion alternate possibilities. Who will win what? How will the new additions to the various conferences do in their new homes? Who’s going to pull away in the race for the Heisman Trophy?

All those questions and more will be answered in the next three months. It’s such a short time into which is packed so very much goodness.

I can’t wait.

*Possibly not THE most wonderful time. There’s also college football bowl season, the first weekend of the college basketball tournament. I have a tendency to grant superlatives a bit more often than, perhaps, I should.

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