Restless Nights
Dec. 19th, 2007 07:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7Not here, baby. Two miles on a treadmill after work last night. Came home, wrote, made dinner, wrote, and darn near fell asleep in my chair around 11. Deep restful sleep until a little after 7, and I'm feeling pretty good this morning.
A couple of years ago, the Long John Silver's/A&W restaurant on Main Street went up in flames. It has since been rebuilt. Last night, the LJS on Tates Creek met a similar fire-based fate. The franchise wars have finally reached Lexington; before long, I shall hear the faint boom as a Captain D's on Richmond Road is exploded.
There are strange rumblings already in my fair city, regarding the great religion that is University of Kentucky basketball. A few months ago, a new coach was hired, and believed to be the savior of a program in decline or something. The team is currently 4-5, last night's loss being the fourth in a row, the first time such a thing has happened since 1990 (I just heard that on the news; I pay more attention to commercials for supplemental Medicaid programs than I do to college sports), and already there are calls to review the coach's contract. I have no horse in this race (see, a clever nod to another cultural icon around here), but there's something about Gillespie that makes me want to punch him in the face whenever I see/hear him. It's irrational as all get-out, I know, and what's worse is, there are others that inspire that impulse in me for no reason I can identify. Bob Baffert. The guy who coached the 49ers in the 80s and 90s. Makes no sense.
A couple of years ago, the Long John Silver's/A&W restaurant on Main Street went up in flames. It has since been rebuilt. Last night, the LJS on Tates Creek met a similar fire-based fate. The franchise wars have finally reached Lexington; before long, I shall hear the faint boom as a Captain D's on Richmond Road is exploded.
There are strange rumblings already in my fair city, regarding the great religion that is University of Kentucky basketball. A few months ago, a new coach was hired, and believed to be the savior of a program in decline or something. The team is currently 4-5, last night's loss being the fourth in a row, the first time such a thing has happened since 1990 (I just heard that on the news; I pay more attention to commercials for supplemental Medicaid programs than I do to college sports), and already there are calls to review the coach's contract. I have no horse in this race (see, a clever nod to another cultural icon around here), but there's something about Gillespie that makes me want to punch him in the face whenever I see/hear him. It's irrational as all get-out, I know, and what's worse is, there are others that inspire that impulse in me for no reason I can identify. Bob Baffert. The guy who coached the 49ers in the 80s and 90s. Makes no sense.