THE TRIUMPHANT RETURN
I'm back. No really, I'm back now.
Really. But I've missed a lot. Let's see if I can recap:
Redskins-Packers — The Redskins blew it, of course. And so did I, for mixing up the exact nature of the predictive tradition: It was the Potomac Drainage Basin Indigenous Persons' (as per TMQ) final home game before the election that foretold the winner of the election. Until this time, apparently. However, if you like me were watching that game, you'd know the Redskins had all but won when a referee on the far side of the field called illegal motion on a Redskin player nowhere near the ball or the play itself. Joe Gibbs wasn't happy. Neither, I expect, was Bush-Cheney 2004. I don't know which ref it was anymore, but if someone remembers or knows how to find out, I suggest plugging his name into FEC.gov's Individual Search and see what comes back.
- DC Baseball — First, DC got it. Then it seemed like DC wouldn't get it when city councilor Linda Cropp objected to the public financing plan and arguing that the stadium site should be relocated from Southwest DC along the Anacostia to the RFK parking lot (as per Wilbon) to the east of the Capitol. Ordinarily she would have a good point to make about the public financing -- it will be expensive and will almost certainly mean higher taxes. Thing is, Cropp had already agreed to back the existing deal, and if it was changed MLB might well let the Expos play 2005 at RFK and then relocate them to Las Vegas. (Not Portland. Is the Rose City done fooling itself?) Line art political signs featuring a (very white-looking) Mayor Williams chumming around with a tuxedoed, cigar-smoking industrialist (see it here). Call it class warfare or call it reverse racial resentment -- in this town they're closely related. Then Cropp announced she would vote to pass the mayor's plan even if her private financing deal falls through. Okay.
Election 2004 — I reckon you heard about this one. I was awake for more than a day-and-a-half, working hard at first, then slowly as my blood sugar and blood caffeine levels dropped. Eventually my judgment clouded to the point that I danced with a rubber wastebasket, briefly, in front of a C-SPAN camera crew. Sometime around the middle of the morning I was released from my workplace duties, and I went home to drink. Drink, yes -- but in agony or ecstasy? The answer is not hard to find out, but I'm trying to keep that kind of thing off this blog. Enough already do that. If you want to see a picture of me from early in the evening (contrary to the erroneous captioning) then click here. And no, I can't get you one of those shirts.
- Metro Crash — Didja see that? Wow. Seriously, wow. Two Red Line trains collided at the Woodley Park Metro station a couple of weeks ago. In a word, it was awesome. (I can get away with saying so because no one was seriously hurt.) Supposedly one train was stationary when the other slammed into it at 30mph. Perhaps my applied physics aren't so good -- they're not -- but doesn't it seem odd that 30mph would be enough to launch one up atop another? The incident was unusual and frightening enough to stay in the papers for several days and rate a mention by Matt Drudge. Finally, maybe, the Metro will step back and reappraise ... well, everything. Maybe. I should dig up a post on the deadly history of the Metro escalators that I wrote for this blog's previous incarnation.
So, that's it. If I've missed anything I'll work it into later posts or, more likely, forget about it. There's too much going on in this town to be completist. If it's a schedule of events you want, point your browsers at
DCist instead.
posted by WWB at 2:46 PM |
