UNC-UVa in-game update: Wahoo gives a damn?

Not a long post, but I did watch the first few minutes of the game tonight. To quote the Barenaked Ladies (which I don’t think I’ve ever done), “Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane, but when I’m surrounded I just can’t stop.”

Bunting or Dubya: Whose line is it anyway?

Since we’re less than 24 hours away from the epic UNC-UVa game at Scott Stadium in Charlottesville, the media is abuzz with pregame columns about the state of these once-proud programs. And, glutton for punishment that I am, I’ve been reading a few of these things. Because I love to remember the 1996 loss at UVa that cost UNC a Fiesta Bowl birth. No sir… no bad feelings there…

You're too broke to invest here… life in an uppity suburb

About a year ago, our investment guy — the son of one of my wife’s friends — set us up with a couple of Roth IRAs. Yeah, I’m talking IRAs. You riveted yet? Thought so.

The unbearable likeness of being a UNC football season ticket holder

In about 36 hours, I’ll be on my way to yet another football game at the University of North Carolina, my alma mater. The 1-4 “mighty” Tar Heels will take on the 4-2 Whosits from the University of South Florida. I say “whosits” because I’m not entirely sure what their mascot is, but given their record, I’m sure I’ll learn it pretty quickly. After all, when the opponent scores, the PA guy will say, “Touchdown, Whosits.”

Long time, no post, pt. 2: The well got even drier

OK, I went an entire month without posting anything. Why? Well, I have no good reason, other than I’ve been working like crazy. And since I’m a writer by trade (aka, a content monkey) in the corporate world, that means that I’m writing like crazy for The Man. So,my brain is a little sapped when I get home each night. The blog, then, takes a backseat.