Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sweetest Little



"I didn't know how babies were made until I was pregnant with my fourth child."

Loretta Lynn

The week before birthday week this year, I arrived home from the office to a box on the counter for something I knew I hadn't ordered. Yes, the box was addressed to me. It had shipped from Lenexa, Kansas via someone, something, or someplace called "The Grommet."

Indeed, inside was a gift from a colleague who shares a monthly mail-watch for the Cambria Cove catalog. Although this gift is now available in lots of places in several colors, my box held the original baby pink electric appliance known as "Babycakes" that we both first observed therein. This discovery came a few months after we had elected to eat dessert first on a business trip to Overland Park, Kansas; when the bistro we'd targeted for dinner was closed for a special event, we just went across the street to a cupcake shop, sampled four of their creations, and downed the whole thing with ice-cold milk. Since then, we've had a unique internal radar for cupcake imagery, if not the real thing.

Anyway, the Babycakes is basically like a waffle iron for two-inch cupcakes and anything else I might want to concoct, so long as it's acceptable to form it into a two-inch something.

The inside has eight cups, and the whole surface is non-stick. Inside the box, I also found a small bag with a pastry bag and a couple of tips. I don't need it, since I have an entire set of bags and tips already; but, I don't throw anything away in this department - ever. I stored it in the bottom cabinet drawer where all the baking supplies live in our kitchen. It would be a good thing for a novice baker to use for "practice" some day. She knows who she is....

Another bag held a couple of rings. The people who created this appliance had the good sense to flute the edges of the baking cups and calculate the precise sized circle of pastry dough that would fit; then, also provide the cutter to do that. Not stopping there, the other ring can be used to press the precisely-sized dough circle into the cup and onto the flutes. Genius. Perfect for any miniature pie of any sort - pumpkin for Thanksgiving, pecan for Christmas, quiche for whenever, and so forth.

I looked forward to test-driving this little cupcake maker today and decided to keep it simple with one of the "emergency" boxed cake mixes from the pantry. Ever mindful of the altitude instructions, I used them - not knowing if the enclosed baking compartment of this unit would need the adjustment. After more than eight years, I'm still learning about the science of high-altitude baking and believe, but am unsure, that the "open" nature of a cupcake tin in a standard oven helps to create the air bubbles, popping, and endless rising of batter that usually results in an overly airy finished cake.


The instructions said to put about two tablespoons of batter in each cup, which I wasn't too disciplined about. However, with the first batch, I was remembering what happens when a waffle iron is over-filled and anticipated that I might have created a mess for myself. I had already read the directions when the box first arrived, but forgot to reread them before pre-heating the unit. The battle popped and sizzled as it hit the fully pre-heated unit; I thought I had invited another disaster. But, no! The directions said that it was OK to put the batter in the pre-heated unit - that it wouldn't affect the results. How could that be?


The first batch was perfect after five minutes, just as predicted. I unplugged Babycakes and began to gently prod around the edges with a dull knife to see if the nonstick surface had performed. All eight cupcakes were baked and popped right out. Too good to be true?


I put the second batch in the unplugged, cooling unit; then, closed the lid and plugged it back into the socket. Five minutes later, the cakes were done again. But, I found that this batch was sticking. They didn't really tear, but they weren't as perfect as batch #1. Since I don't have to be told twice, I decided that the best results came from putting the batter in the preheated unit because the bottom began baking before the rest of the cake. I don't know if that's true. But, it's my story and I'm "sticking" to it, since all the remaining cakes popped out after having been started this way. CRD Science 101.



The yield was predicted to be somewhere between 44 and 48 of these little babies. But, since I was profligate and imprecise with the batter, I only got 37 Babycakes. I haven't decided how I will finish them, but I'm almost equally a Frosting vs. Cake Girl. So, there will be frosting.


Observing how uniform and "perfect" this batch of cakes looked compared to anything miniature I've tried to bake in Colorado, I began to fret that they wouldn't taste or "feel" like cake. That they would be more like a chocolate muffin. But, again, no worries there. In fact, the process of baking the cake in the enclosed unit prevented the ungainly rising and resulted in a denser, more from-scratch like texture. Like all cakes, they will be even better tomorrow.


What a discovery! Dr. Jayhawk is moving in on the deal, already suggesting that his favorite blueberry muffins would be more perfect in the Babycakes. I can see all kinds of advantages to this thing, especially during hot weather. Fortunately, we don't have that much of it. But, no one - with me first in that line - wants to turn on the "big" oven when it's hot, any time of year. It's also possible to make just enough batter for as few as eight cakes. Portion control emerges in the form of recipe control, which has always been there for the taking in cupcake tins also; but, for which none of us has probably taken the time to figure it out.

The latest issue of the Cambria Cove catalog suggests that the manufacturer is doing quite well, as we can now order a whoopie pie maker and a cake ball maker from them, too. Probably for unit integrity issues, but maybe for other not-as-smart reasons, they may have overplayed their hand. I don't have time, inclination, or space for any more "cake" makers. Dr. Jayhawk asked why they didn't make the unit with interchangable plates, too. It's so obvious, an attorney could see it.


Oh well, here's to American Ingenuity, Capitalism, and cupcake goodness. In any size.



Saturday, April 9, 2011

Unsettled, with a Chance of Cupcakes



"O, the land of cloudless day,
O, the land of an unclouded day,
O, they me tell of a home where no storm clouds rise,
O, they me tell of an unclouded day."

Joshua K. Alwood, 1800

I break for Spring. Since we moved here in 2002 and experienced our first "spring" in 2003, we have duly noted that it's unlike any spring we've ever experienced anywhere else.

It's more confounding than Fall, which also goes through transition pangs resulting in a decision to wear a wool sweater on a day that ultimately goes to a high of 75. Or, a cotton shirt without a jacket on a day that opens at 70 and lows to 30 by mid-afternoon.

Pity the trees and shrubs that don't know whether to wake up or stay asleep. Most can't control themselves, setting buds with abandon; only to have a load of heavy, wet snow arrive like a new dress for Easter.

So, in honor of that time on the calendar when others are breaking for Spring, even though we're not sure when it started or where it will end, I hereby put When Pigs Fly under the safe cover of hiatus.

It's a good time to stay low to the ground.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

All Things Being Equal


"England defeats United States 2-1; USA: first loss to England since 1988.


ESPN crawl - 3:10 p.m. Mountain Daylight Time, April 2, 2011

It's almost time for Butler vs. VCU - the first of two Final Four semifinal games. We were hoping it would be Butler vs. Kansas, even though we rooted for the Indiana Cinderella to defeat Duke in the championship game last year. It's hard to think of Butler as a Cinderella this year, into the Final Four for the second consecutive year. And, VCU just gets stronger with each new group of pundit-naysayers declaring that they can't possibly beat whoever they're playing next.

Caution persists now among those same talking heads, as I've heard all week that it's hard to pick against VCU, based on their five consecutive wins in a tournament they weren't good enough to make; and their dismantling of Kansas, the only number one-seeded team remaining until last Sunday. I'm not sure how much credit to give VCU, as the jaw-dropping upsets of a Bill Self-coached Kansas team at tournament time are well-known by now, having been chronicled in When Pigs Fly. (Insert smiley face here.)

I could say that we're used to it. But, frankly, you never get used to losing like that. It's likely all the more stunning because Kansas frequently fields a very competitive team and tallies so many wins through a season, they look like they can't be stopped. I won't dismiss VCU by saying that Kansas beat themselves last weekend; but, it sure felt like that at times. Their senior (usually sharp) three-point shooters were cold as ice. It was ugly early and felt like a loss by the middle of the first half. We watched to the bitter end, because that's what we do. For either the USC Trojans in football or the Kansas Jayhawks in basketball, we believe that it's not over until it's over.

Well, it was and is truly over; and, that means that I mostly hang up the Mrs. Jayhawk mantle for another few months. Today, I'm a Butler Bulldog. I know that logic would suggest that I root for the team that knocked out my team. But, I don't have an emotional investment in VCU and continue to subscribe to the sentiment that they can't stay hot forever. By the time you read this post, we'll know for a certainty. My father is from Indiana; and, Mark's mother's family is from Indianapolis. So, we don't need to find our True North to know who to support when things get tough. It's a no-brainer.

Speaking of brains, it's multiple-birthday month in the Dickerson household. Mark kicks it off every year by conveniently having his birthday fall on the first day. That's right - he's an April Fools' baby.

I've known him almost 43 years; and I got the story straight just this week. I had been telling everyone that his father had told friends that the baby was due on April 1; and, that, if actually born on that day - regardless of gender - he planned to name the baby "April."

Wrong.

I don't know if the story has changed or I wasn't listening or I was listening too fast. The real story (now) is that his parents were able to choose the date of his birth and deliberately chose April 1. His father's naming story - as apparently recounted from the pulpit throughout Mark's formative years - was that he would name the baby "April" if it was a girl and "Fool" if it was a boy.

Well, the joke was on him. Mark was brilliant. He is also one of the most brilliant males of the human race I've ever known. That's why he's Mr. CRD. Well, one of the reasons. (Insert winking smiley face here.)

A bunch of other birthdays will come and go in our family and among friends before month's end. Easter is late this year; so, we'll have more than our fair share of opportunities to eat sweet things. It's probably a good thing that we get most of this kind of thing out of the way relatively early in the year.

I was sifting through a stack of greeting cards I've saved over the years and found a preponderance of flying pig and pig-related graphics. I suppose I could be known for other, more substantive things and pithy sayings, but the "When Pigs Fly" moniker fits and sticks.

Good thing, too. I have a few personal projects that I feel would be improved by flight. A couple of them feel like a 250-pound hog in a pink tutu. All I need is some wings for those porkers, and off I'll go.

The piano needs to be tuned. I can't do that myself; but, I could make the phone call. That sucker is going to sit there as just another large piece of furniture to be dusted if I don't get on it soon. I sat down to it last night and almost fell off the bench when I realized how bad it's become over the past few months. I'm a phone call away from making that pig fly. It should not be so hard to do. But, when will I both be in town and at home to have this task completed?

It's not looking good during birthday month. May? Maybe.


I have purchased a few of those little sample bottles of paint that are now so readily available (where were they hiding before they were so readily available?). I don't do large-scale projects myself. But, I have a couple of spaces that I can easily do myself. I just need to do it. Well, I just need to decide on colors. THEN, I just need to do it.

Why are these decisions so hard? I used to work in homebuilding, for crying out loud. I had no problem deciding what to paint a model home owned by someone else. But, I also have a file folder full of ideas that I've accumulated since we moved into the house in 2002. I have a self-inflicted case of the "Tyranny of Indecision." A subject for another post on another day.

This paint pig has the "I'm fixin' to start" problem. All I really need to do is just make a choice.

Without the distraction of college basketball, I should do what I do best: focus, choose, do.

Maybe I'll take a look at that paint folder during the Butler game. Although, it's a really tight contest here at 4:51 to go in the first half.

I should probably go through my e-mails and find the name of that piano tuner I was going to call just before Christmas...

...momentum seems to be swinging back to Butler.

...what time does the other national semi-final game start?

...pigs lined up like jets at O'Hare....

...this little piggy ate roast beef...

...what are we going to eat tonight...

...I should really get the clothes out of the dryer and fold them at halftime...

...where's Dr. Jayhawk?

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Fly Away Home


Going-Away Party Cake at Young & Rubicam/Los Angeles August, 1981
Crossing the state line August, 1981.

Leaving California with remaining possessions and wedding gifts; squeezing Maid of Honor into picture, October 29, 1981.


Teasing University of Oklahoma friend/alum long-distance from Alameda, California after University of Kansas "Danny & The Miracles" Jayhawks defeat OU for 1988 NCAA Men's Basketball National Championship: Mark Alan Dickerson, USC'77 B.S., Political Science & KU'81 J.D. and Shannon Gayle Dickerson, future University of Nebraska, Lincoln'10 B.S., College of Business - Marketing; on April 4, 1988, 17 days before Miss Dickerson's first birthday.

“Kansas is a state of the Union, but it is also a state of mind, a neurotic condition, a psychological phase, a symptom, indeed, something undreamed of in your philosophy, an inferiority complex against the tricks and manners of plutocracy -- social, political and economic.”

William Allen White, American Journalist known as the Sage of Emporia (1868-1944)

"I don't know if I want to go to New York. They'll have to pay me a lot more money because I like it here in Kansas City."

Roger Maris, American professional baseball player (1934-1985)

As Madness Marches forward, I'm orchestrating my day around a schedule of broadcasts for which no one consulted me. If I want to be at the proper angle for flatscreen viewing, I'll need to take my seat by 2:30 pm Mountain, to be followed by the tip of the only other game that matters today at 5:05 pm. I'll repeat this process by 12:20 p.m. tomorrow, the broadcast time for the next match slated to fray my nerves. A fourth game is scheduled; but, if the Jayhawks don't defeat the inexplicable Virginia Commonwealth Rams before that, my Mrs. Jayhawk duties will be complete for another year. And, I'll be sad. Very, very sad.

Look what Dr. Jayhawk hath wrought. As he mellows with age, I'm on pins and needles. Frankly, I think he's twisting on that prickly seat as well. He's just learned how to submerge his angst so he can feign amusement at me. I returned late yesterday afternoon from four days of business travel to Kansas City - Jayhawk Land - with a fresh, new cotton KU shirt for him. He didn't cut off the tag until the team blew the Richmond Spiders back to Virginia in a gusty Kansas wind of basketball tutelage by 20 points.

We're always superstitious that way. My nerves are all his fault. Prior to 1981, I didn't care about the University of Kansas or the Jayhawks. Almost 30 years later, I'm completely in. "All In."

One of his many large, framed certificates of accomplishment says that the University of Kansas School of Law conferred on him the degree of Juris Doctor on January 9, 1981. But the School of Law didn't have a mid-year commencement, and his ceremony was not held until May. Though not impossible, it's unlikely we would be married if the KU School of Law had not made their graduates wait until a certain weekend in May. Sort of coincidentally, I decided to visit family in Olathe on that same weekend. The story of why I was there on that particular weekend has nothing to do with the availability of the relatives and everything to do with the fact that, if I was in the vicinity of Lawrence, Kansas on that weekend, I would get to see Mark for lunch.

We had disbanded our relationship more than four years prior, and I was curious to see what a period of graduate school at Magdalen College in Oxford, England and three years of law school had done to someone I had known for 13 years. We were what felt like light years away from our undergraduate experiences at USC. I was employed by the largest advertising agency in the world and based in Los Angeles. I wasn't going to move - for anyone - unless it was to go to New York City.

Lunch turned into afternoon window shopping on The Plaza. To prolong the time, he suggested that I should see KU. So I would know where he had been all this time. It's not like I was completely mesmerized by the campus, although it had - and has - several notable high points, vistas, venerable old buildings, and the like. Most of our major college campuses in America can say the same.

But, I was in tears by the time the driving tour had ended. It was unplanned, unexpected, not motivated by any intent to manipulate his emotions. I was mourning the loss of sharing his KU experience with him. I didn't like the way it felt. I didn't want to feel that way anymore. But, he had joined a law firm in Wichita, and I wasn't going to move for anyone. Repeat after me - "unless it was to go to New York City."

Yes, he had been too busy as a law student to sleep in a tent to get the coveted first-come, first-served student seats for the home basketball games. He'd study until the last minute before games, which were conveniently located just across the street from the School of Law at Allen Fieldhouse. Then, he'd get in line, show his student pass, and take a position in what was left - the rafters. But, he was in. In. "In." And, he would have gotten me in somehow, too. He was like that. He is like that.

The only time I've ever been in Allen Fieldhouse was for a campus visit in May, 2006 when Shannon was transferring from USC to...somewhere... to play soccer. We drove over to Lawrence on Memorial Day weekend and got the VIP tour. Standing in "The Phog" gave me the chills. The echos were haunting. The missed opportunities continued to haunt me, too.

I may never attend a home game there. I have seen the Jayhawks play in person - but, it was in California or Boulder, Colorado. It's not the same. I can't get those years back. Perhaps I've been trying to make up for it ever since. It's not like I was meant to be in Lawrence, Kansas when Mark was in Law School. I don't think we were meant to be married until we were - on October 24, 1981.

I left Lawrence that day in May, 1981 for the ride back to Olathe with a heart filled with despair and sadness. He decided that he should drive over to see me again on Sunday night, and my relatives kindly invited him for something to eat at their home. Before the dishes were even cleared, he was figuratively on one knee in their living room.

I said "yes." But, I didn't know what I was going to do next. After all, I wasn't going to move for anyone.

But, I did. And, he did. And, we did.

And, the University of Kansas and the team many love to hate, the Kansas Jayhawks, will always be linked to that day in May.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Don't Pick Me, Bro



"The NCAA Men's Division I Basketball Championship is a single elimination tournament held each spring in the United States, featuring 68 college basketball teams, both conference champions and at-large selections. The tournament, organized by the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), was created in 1939 by the National Association of Basketball Coaches and was the brainchild of Kansas coach Phog Allen. Held mostly in March, it is informally known as March Madness or the Big Dance; the tournament, and especially the national semi-finals and final (the Final Four), has become one of the nation's most prominent sporting events."

Wikipedia page for "NCAA Men's Division I Basketball Championship," March 17, 2011

I made sacrifices for the team last night. It's not the first time.

I can read the pivotal moment like the veteran I am; I could see that Kansas would only be able to throw down the hammer on their #16-seeded opponent in the second round of the Big Dance if I left the room.

It was time to start the laundry.

Make no mistake. I'd waited all day for this game, just like Mr. Jayhawk. I had ordered my time, my tasks, and my pre-game meal around what would put me in the best possible position for focus. To do what would be best for the team.

After several years - some of them recent - when Kansas exited this annual tilt "prematurely" (which means, earlier than the pundits, fans, alums, and fans-by-marriage had expected or been told to expect based on a myriad of multivariate factors and statistics), I was ready for anything. This year's seeding and draw had two overwhelmingly disturbing attributes.

Namely, the "B" jinx.

And, in the history of the tournament, the "no 16-seed has ever defeated a one-seed" jinx.

These two pithy problems were compounded by what I like to call the "Commander-in-Chief Jinx," which was revealed while I was in a St. Louis-area hotel room earlier in the week. I groaned aloud and wondered why he didn't choose to pander for Ohio votes by naming the Buckeyes. We've already been down this road before. Specifically, last year. And, everyone knows what happened. If they don't, they get to hear about it this year every time the Jayhawks take the floor. To wit, the Northern Iowa upset by a two-point basket that was swiftly and predictably followed by the ousting of said Panthers by Michigan State in the next round.

So, I think the track record of the CIC speaks long and loudly for itself - in all matters of men's basketball and well beyond. I'm not sure how the University of Connecticut women's basketball program escapes this burden. But, I'm expecting them to do it again this year. It feels like Maya Moore is a tenth-year senior. If she shows up for pre-season next year, I think the NCAA should look into the situation.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....

The "no 16-seed has ever defeated a one-seed in the history of the tournament" jinx just seemed ripe for the picking by the team from the program that basically invented the game. That the coach for which their Fieldhouse is named (Allen), launching the infamous warning ("Beware of the Phog"), was the champion for this madness in the first place would suggest to me that the 2011 edition of the Mythical Birds was well-positioned to take this hit. If the cumulative layering of jinxing was firing on all cylinders, then multiplying the CIC jinx by the one-seed jinx would equal a perfect storm for program ridicule to Infinity. And, beyond.

So, it was no surprise to me that Boston University came out shooting from beyond the arc like a four-seed. That the Jayhawks appeared to have forgotten their offensive answer(s) to the 2-3 zone defense. And, perhaps in a nod to UNI in 2010, that they were making BU's perimeter shooters look like they were NBA ringers in the first half.

Yes, certainly, KU was adjusting and beginning to modestly take control just before halftime. But, it wasn't enough. Not enough to stop worrying about that other, mysterious jinx.

The "B" jinx.

On my life, I was there; but, I didn't see the upset by one point coming in 2005 to the Bucknell Bison. A 14-seed with zero NCAA Tournament victories in its 110-year history, five scholarship players and even a borrowed band. I guess that qualified as a double-B jinx - as in, "Bucknell Band." An oxymoron.

On my life, I was there; but, I didn't see the upset by four points coming in 2006 to the Bradley Braves. A 13-seed that gave a team that had nothing to do with what was by then known as the "Bucknell Bummer" something to think about.

Separately, why do all these "B" teams have mascots with "B" names? Okay, Kansas was a very young team that year. But, old enough to be named a four-seed.

So, I was watching a slow-paced, slug-fest against another "B" team last night and trying to shake the jinx. I considered that - maybe - a review of all the associated "B" names that haven't exactly been bad luck for Kansas would help.

"Bill." Self, the head coach. "Brady." Morningstar, the marvelous senior from the backyard of Lawrence, Kansas who, periodically, shoots three-pointers unconsciously. "Baylor." A team that under-performed this season and presented no threat. In fact, they dutifully reclined a la doormat in Waco for their home game against the Jayhawks this year. Booya!!

"Big." For Big XII - their conference.

Oops. Maybe that's a bad choice, since the Big XII is currently only the Big X after two defections by Nebraska and Colorado. Which is a problem in the Big Ten, now with 12 teams playing next year and a huge marketing stumble trying to decide what to call themselves and explain why they have 12 teams.

They finally settled on BIG. Which, I guess is as good as anything. But, that doesn't help Kansas. At least, I don't think so.

No, now I could only hear in my head the B names with a less-than-silver lining. Bucknell. Bradley. BIG. Barack. Boston.

I had already spoken to ma boy, Thomas Robinson, about what he needed to do. And, with the playing time he was given, he was mostly doing it.

It was time to leave the room.

It worked on April 7, 2008. Not only did I leave the room - I turned off the TV and went upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Bedroom. B-word. I flipped on a different TV and got a different result - a three-pointer by Mario Chalmers with time running out on the clock to put Kansas into overtime and eventually defeat Memphis. A team that was later found to be dirtier than dirt, requiring them to vacate that season and that loss on their side of the ledger.

So, I left Mr. Jayhawk to fume and sweat over a six-point lead and started the washer.

I found a few other things to do. I managed to occupy myself, listening only for signs of distress from himself or to recognize if something good was happening for Kansas based on crowd noise levels.

I heard a big roar. But, I was disciplined. I stayed in my passing lane and out of the room.

I heard another big roar. I wasn't hearing anything from Mr. Jayhawk and wondered if he, too, had left the room. But, I stayed focused and emptied a trash basket in the powder bathroom.

I heard another, HUGE roar. That's all I heard. But, in my self-sacrificing mode, I decided to brush my teeth.

Then, I heard another, hugely HUGE roar. I was thinking it was time to re-enter the field of battle. Before I could decide, I heard the reassuring seven-note bumper music that signals a time-out in March Madness. "duh-da-duh-da-DUH-Duh-Duh."

I ran (sort of) back to see what awesome awesomeness I had missed. Sure enough. I had taken one for the team.

I came around the corner to find that Kansas had hit three consecutive three-pointers after a Brady three-point attempt had first rimmed out.

They - and, I - never looked back.

Back. B word. As in, "I got yours."

Bill Self and the Jayhawks will now face Illinois in the third round. All things Illini hate Bill Self for leaving them to take the Kansas job.

I'm thinking of spending the game in the Basement.



Saturday, March 12, 2011

Order of Magnitude


"Japan Quake May Have Shortened Earth Days, Moved Axis"

Jet Propulsion Laboratory - March 11, 2011


My Saturday is a disjointed mix: devastating news stories and images from Japan, mundane chores with modern conveniences I take for granted every day until I see stories like Japan, and the uniquely-American college basketball conference tournaments.

I have nothing to complain about. I also have nothing to say. Since I try to stay disciplined about this weekly posting, I rationalize that I'll log on; write that I have nothing to say, then log off again.

What can be said that has not already been said? Been written? Been broadcast? Been tweeted, reposted on Facebook, witnessed on Youtube?

Nothing.

I am nothing. I know nothing...

But, I know whom I have believed. And am persuaded that He is able to keep that which I've committed unto Him against that day.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

On the Border



"Kansas Seals Outright Big 12 Title With 70-66 Win Over Missouri"

KU Athletics

Columbia, Mo. - A powerful inside combination of Marcus Morris, Thomas Robinson, and Markieff Morris propelled the University of Kansas men's basketball team to a 70-66 win over the Missouri Tigers, Saturday, at Mizzou Arena.


Early in the second half, I began having a chat with My Boy, Thomas Robinson. I told him that it was time for him to take over the game. About 10 minutes later, Mr. Jayhawk turned and said unto me, "whatever you're saying to Thomas, please keep saying it!"

Yes. A Mother knows.

Looks like my job duties as Mrs. Jayhawk have been expanded.

If only I had power over sunspots, which are being blamed by CBS for abruptly ripping viewers away from an almost-but-not-quite-over rivalry game and season finale, with the outright Big 12 championship on the line. Their story is that the satellite transmission was cut; and, even though the announcers apparently continued to call the game, the Denver market got the dry, toasted opening few minutes of Oregon vs. Arizona instead. Online gametrackers were deployed, ESPN crawls were carefully inspected for any sign of bad fortune. Exhales were heard when the "Final Score Alert" showed that what we had left as a 13-point lead had dwindled to a four-point win. But, a win is a win.

Who said that?

We didn't get to see the excitement and fireworks of the last 3:28 of this Kansas vs. Missouri grind fest. But, if we lived in metro Kansas City this evening, we'd get to see a replay of the entire second half after the 10:30 news.

Mr. Jayhawk now officially holds CBS with the same disdain as Microsoft. Yep, it's that bad. He thinks they invented the sunspot story this afternoon to cover their switch for contractual reasons.

Oh, well. I have a SUPER busy week ahead and won't be home for four days. So, there is simply a limit to how much Mrs. Jayhawk can absorb this evening.

Just win, baby.