Just a Really Dumb Question

How many Super Bowls have been won by teams that have a home field that is protected from the weather?

Just wondering, does it make a team weaker?

As for me, regardless, I’d chose an indoor stadium any day. Better yet, as an observer, I have gotten very spoiled. I pretty much believe the best seat is the one in my house… My easy chair. Since the old days with the old 21 inch B&W, they have done a lot to put me in the middle it all while keeping me toasty warm.

Does it make me feel sorry for the players? Nope. They get their compensation. Moreover, it’s a game. They love it, weather or not. They struggle and fight for the chance to run around on that freezing field while running into each other.

By the way, I get the impression the announcers are having a blast too. Some might even pay to do the job. Come to think of it, I might. How-some-ever, I would definitely need to invest in a heavy coat, gloves & hat.

3 Questions, Please

How much time & money would it have cost to do a little forest management in LA County?

How much did it cost in lives, suffering & money by not doing it?

How much damage to the environment & wildlife was done in the name of saving the planet.

Well, may I ask one more. Would Captain Planet really be proud of the way the dems have managed things?

One Way to Beat the Cold

As I listened to the radio this morning, it seemed the only thing everyone was talking about was the weather during the swearing in ceremonies. Seems they will be moving it indoors.

It does seem a good idea to me; however, I might have a better one. I suspect that there is plenty of space on Trump’s estate. The weather would also be far better. Well, I guess there’s another problem: getting everyone down there.

Even so, it does remind me of my favorite Mark Twain quote. Everyone talks about the weather, but no one does anything about it. I have another favorite but it doesn’t apply here. Still, I like it so much I frequently use it though there is no connection. He said, the Mississippi River is too thin to plow and too thick to drink.

Well, I’m not sure now. He might have said it the other way around. Either way, now seeing it up close, I must say I agree. Regardless, those folks in LA might be interested in buying a gallon or two.

By the way, that river silt is rich in minerals. We should charge extra for it. I wonder if anyone did a feasibility study on a pipeline. Maybe it wouldn’t make money, but it might save lives. Can’t see any reason for the ‘going green’ folks complaining about a pipeline carrying water. How-some-ever, if Trump decided to do it, they would certainly invent something.

Perhaps they would complain that… Trump is trying to “do something about the weather.”

Oligarchs

That’s neat. I had no earthly idea how to spell oligarch. I thought it started with an ‘a.’ After trying to spell it three times, I just pressed on the picture of the microphone. After saying the word, I realize now that it starts with an ‘o.’ Might be a good thing to know one day.

At any rate, what brought me to the word was Old Joe’s implication that we Republicans are being financed by the outrageously rich. It is odd that he should say that, considering that the Dems spent about one and a half billion dollars trying to purchase The White House. May I also remind one and all that he gave a medal to the billionaire that bought the offices of hundreds of DAs throughout the US.

Then again, it’s what the Dems do. They are always the pans calling the pots black. (though modern colorful pots and pans are making the old saying a little out of date)

Over 1/2 a Year Ago

In March of last year The Francis Scot Key Bridge was mostly destroyed. Afterwards, I suggested a tunnel. If they had taken my suggestion, it would be about half done, or should be.

I checked on how they are doing with the bridge just now. They are almost ready to start and they expect to take 4 years. My guess, it will likely be closer to 5.

As my aside, I wonder if anyone has started a temporary ferry service. A person might make a dollar or two in five years.

Well, we have our own bridge story here in the mid south. The I55 bridge is under construction. Every now and then, I check on it. It’s kinda like watching paint dry. I don’t see as they’ve done much. I am sure they are making progress. It just is, at 77, I don’t know if I will ever get the chance to drive over it.

Not for Me to Say

Many, many moons ago, I watched something of a documentary on the construction of a bridge over a river. I can’t remember but it might have been the Mississippi. I want to call to your attention the part near the end of the construction.

They had prepared the road bed and put out the order for the concrete, 109 trucks full of it. They said that they were a day ahead of schedule and stood a good chance of avoiding any time penalty. The trucks were on the way with who knows how many tons of concrete mixing, when they all had to stop. It seems that there was a man on the bridge talking suicide.

Then, of course, the immediate question that comes to mind is, what to do with tons of concrete? I guess the drivers might start looking for folks who would like a new drive way or, maybe swimming pool. Not too many people looking for big artificial rocks in their front yard.

Maybe when they decide to deliver large amounts of concrete, they might have an alternate delivery point. I mean, when the concrete is on the way, it’s too late to dig that pool or prepare that road.

Worse, it can’t be dumped just anywhere. Imagine the panic, if you will, for each and every one of those drivers when they realized they needed to find a place to get rid of, oh, a few pounds of concrete, like really fast. If that stuff sets in that big thing that turn, it means a lot of time and hard work to chisel it out.

From what I understand, problems like this occur more than than most would know, though not so large. In this case, the suicidal man cost the construction company the cost of 109 trucks of concrete, the penalty of not finishing on time, extra payroll, etcetera, etcetera, and so forth. The company took a big loss instead of nice big profit.

As I watched, I felt really bad for that construction company, taking such a big loss through no fault of their own. More than that, it was a huge waste of concrete.

It also made me consider a possible way to at least decrease some of the losses. What if, in large projects such as this, they wait to add the water until they are on site. In this case, not only would they have saved the money but the concrete too. They would also pour the concrete at just the right time for maximum strength.

Then again, it’s not for me to say. It’s likely why no one would let me run one of those big outfits.

Farewell to Old Joe

Now, with him no longer the occupier of the Oval Office, maybe, hopefully we can have an investigation to see who was the puppeteer pulling the strings.

In a way, I am afraid to find out. I am open to suggestions. Actually, I’m even interested in speculations. Maybe even aliens, the ones from outer space. Then, too. I would guess they might be aliens representing cartels from south of the Rio Grande.

The ‘I’ Word is Back

Did anyone note, they just reported 3% annualized INFLATION rate. Incidentally, as you know, it’s worse than they report. Every visit to the store should reveal that to us. In case you didn’t notice, the Dims lie and distort the numbers as much as they can.

Why should anyone be surprised? I’m not.