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Archive for September, 2012

Some thoughts on today’s game, from Reality Central

So just about everyone has Nebraska picked to win tonight.  And indeed, many signs look favorable:  it’s a revenge game for NU; it’s at night and in Lincoln, so the crowd will be rockin’; Wisconsin’s offense has been stinking up the joint while Nebraska’s offense has been on fire; etc.  The Badgers are double-digit underdogs going in.

And yet . . . I’m not so sure.

While everyone’s been yammering about the offenses, no one is talking about the defenses.  And the simple fact of the matter is that Wisconsin’s defense to date has been better than Nebraska’s, particularly against the run.  I always look to the team with the better D, especially in big games.

I dunno.  Maybe the UCLA game, when our defense was torched for over 600 yards, really was an aberration.  We did do a good job containing an explosive Arkansas State offense, after all.  But I’m not convinced.  Wisky’s strength is their running game.  If they’re smart, they’ll come straight at us, right where we’re weakest—our front seven.  And if we keep turning the ball over the way we’ve been doing, the Badgers won’t need to put up any long drives on us.

I won’t go so far as to predict a loss, but I’m guessing it’s going to be much closer than the experts think.  I was reminded yesterday of the 2010 Texas game, another revenge game at home against a reeling team, one everyone expected us to win.  We flat-out choked, losing 20-13.

Yikes.  Here’s hoping history doesn’t repeat itself.

Progress Report, in which I am still not a millionaire

I’d hoped to be done with my rewrite of “From Earth I Have Arisen” by now.  Then again, I’d hoped to be a millionaire by now, too, so there you go.

The thing about lopping off 8K words from your opening and then reconstructing it so that it still makes sense?  It’s hard.

Let’s see if I can do better this week.

And that millionaire thing?  Hey, the lottery is up to $200 mil, I hear.  So there’s hope for me yet.

No updates for Write Club.

Laterz . . .

Progress Report, in which I stick to the facts

Fact:  I am a creature of routine.

Fact:  The Day Job required me to travel last week.

Fact:  Traveling is not conducive to routine.

Result:  I didn’t get much accomplished on my rewrite project.  I did, however, stare at the first three chapters a good long time . . . and then unceremoniously lopped them off.  I figured that, if nothing else, would break the paralysis.

So now I just have to figure out how to put the opening back together again.  Simple, no?

Well, no.  And that, too, is a fact.

I’ll work it out.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m gone.