Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Can't Sleep, So Here's Some Random Crap

I knew I shouldn't have had a meatball sub when I got home at 9:00 p.m. from coaching my kid's football practice. Anyway, since I can't sleep, here are a couple of tidbits I've been meaning to tell you about.

  • Notre Dame has seven Heisman Trophy winners, but only five of them managed to crack this list of the top ten players in school history.
  • If you're interested in a similar top ten list for the Buckeyes, check out this series of articles over at Swerbs Blurbs.
  • If you've got a football helmet fetish, you'll love this site. If you live in Ohio, it will come as no surprise to you that there's a similar site devoted entirely to Ohio high school helmets.
  • Here's the first film of a college football game ever recorded.


Vinny said...

I've known the Rhino for about 20 years now, and I never understood how he did it. I'm glad he's finally sharing his secret---Coronet Films with the rest of us.

Chocolate Starfish said...

I am convinced that if my father had not watched the Coronet instructional video on back hair that I never would have been conceived ... Thank you, Coronet!

Edward W. Blakeslee, II said...

Mr. Rhino: Thanks for dredging up the family shame. Dad never forgot the sting of his termination from Central Distributing Company. Sure, he learned from it, thanks to Mr. Wiley at Star Products, but Mom says he was never the same man after the "business retrenching" at Central Distributing Company.

Well, I guess having your situation played out in classrooms across America for a few decades probably didn't help. We'd drive down to Daytona in the 1960's in the Town & Country, and all along the way people would point at Dad and snicker, and you could hear them saying "that's that Ed Blakeslee, what a layabout", or maybe "there's that man with the bad attitude". Dad pretended not to hear, but I know it got under his skin. I think the shame of that film played a huge part in his untimely death from high blood pressure and stress when he was only 57.

Dad always bore a grudge against Coronet Films, and I don't blame him one bit. I guess in today's world, Dad would've gone out and hired some lawyer to sue those bastards, but back in 1947, an average Joe like my Dad had few legal rights and even less knowledge of them.

His lifelong cursing of Coronet Films still affects our family. He forbade us from watching any Coronet productions when we were in school. Thanks to that edict, I missed the entire unit on Venereal Disease in 11th Grade Health Class, with terrible consequences in my 20's and 30's. And my sister has never been able to maintain any romantic relationship with a man. Some say it's because of poor grooming and inappropriate behavior on dates. I don't know.

But I do know is this. For the last 20 years or so, my family has finally had some measure of peace, some measure of quietude. Gone were the pointing, the snickering, the shame. Until today, Mr. Rhino. Thanks a fuckin' lot, you dick.