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Okay, nothing Anglican-related in this post. Just another song from my band, Chrome Folk Bar-B-Q . You can't go wrong with Buddy Holly.

To understand this post, you need to realize that quite a few of us at the HRA family reunion (7 or 8 out of 20) were wearing these Hot Rod Anglican T-shirts during the events chronicled below. The brightly-coloured shirts made it harder to get lost from one another, but also harder to deny that we knew each other! This is what we looked like later in the evening at the Champaign County Fair: We were in the basement food court of the Illini Union, finishing up pizza and Chinese fast food. We were contemplating rental of several lanes of the bowling alley, also located in the basement. A woman sitting with her husband (I presume) kept staring at us. I assumed that it because several members of our clan were loaning pairs of socks to each other, exchanging shoes and socks right there in the food court. As it turned out, we could simply have bought socks at the bowling alley, which looked like this: Confronted by a Food Court Patron I turned several shades of red as the woman continued t

April 5th is sad day for all fans of football: Darryl Stingley has died due to complications associated with quadriplegia. "In my decision to stop coaching, Darryl's situation was a factor. Not the only factor, but a factor. During the weeks he was in Eden Hospital, not many people seemed to care enough. That's when I started wondering if football people really care about a player, or if football people just care what a player does." ~ John Madden. Hey, Wait a Minute (I Wrote a Book) . p 5 "When the reality of Stingley's injury hit me with its full impact, I was shattered. To think that my tackle broke another man's neck and killed his future... well, I know it hurts Darryl. It hurts me too. I didn't know if I ever wanted to play football again. It was constantly on my mind and tearing at my insides. My body felt like a hollow shell that no longer belonged to me." ~ Jack Tatum

Al Davis went off on the mediots after the press conference announcing the hiring of Lane Kiffin as coach (see the comments section of the previous stick for more info). The best thing about the Kiffin hire is that it was done expediently. The last search drew out longer than a nonsensical Norv Turner soliloquy on how his team was "competitive". Art Shell was handcuffed by having to pick threw leftovers to round out his staff. Many of his picks were either old and in the way (Walsh) or first time coaches (Slater and Eatman). Blessedly, this will not be the case this time... After the press conference, Kiffin took a jet Al had chartered to head to the Senior Bowl in Mobile, Alabama. As the team with the worst record in the NFL, the opportunity for the Raiders was there to coach the Sr. Bowl squad and get a first hand evaluation of the talent. However, without a coaching staff in place, this opportunity passed them by... It seems likely Kiffin is there to find a staff more so t

In the press conference announcing the hiring of Lane Kiffen (which you can find in its entirety here) we see a rather animated Al Davis. In the search for the newest Head Coach of the Raiders, Davis seems to be following the direction of Ponce de León, searching for his own Fountain of Youth. In the past when referring to the unfortunate illnesses of his friends (e.g., Bill Walsh) and former Raider players, we have heard Davis say, "We haven't found a way to beat death...yet. But we will." While the inevitability of dying is a reality for us all, Davis seems to believe that by the force of his own will, he can achieve immortality. Who can blame him for trying? After all, one of the most telling anecdotes about the man's character is the story of when Davis' wife Carol's heart stopped beating and she appeared to be dead on the way to the hospital in 1979. Al remained at Carol's bedside constantly for seventeen days throughout her coma, literally willing