Heart's not in it. Didn't watch a single second of any games. Only saw maybe 15 minutes of the College Football Final show. Watching horror movies instead. Here are a few, though.
1. My neighbor. 5:45 Sunday morning. He's running some kind of loud power equipment in his yard. I think he's pissed because we had a Halloween movie night in my back yard Saturday. I turned off the speakers, and stopped it at 11:30 even though the third movie wasn't over. Moved it inside. I don't know when he started running mowers and grinders, but it woke me up at 5:45.
2. Chuck Schumer and the entire anti-American/anti-2nd Amendment crowd. Before the first body in the Maine shootings had been released to the family, these disgusting opportunists were pontificating about gun control. Morons. Cars don't kill people, drunk drivers behind the wheel do. But let's ban cars! Knives don't kill people, savages behind the blade do. But let's ban knives! Using tragedies to advance their agenda is despicable.
3. North Carolina.
4. USC. That team is trash.
5. Dumbo Swinney. He's chumping his way right out of favored son and Saban heir status.
6. Fly War Eagle. Whoever those guys are? They're embarrassing. Floating the Swinney to AU as OC rumor? Floating the Bama QB transfers rumor? Stupid click baiters.
7. The Michigan video "scandal." There's nothing there. Giant 'so what?' Pretty obvious the NCAA, bitches that they are, didn't appreciate his or his team's response to the earlier sanctions so he's being targeted. I think they want him gone.
8. High school referees. I know it's al.communist, but this incomplete/complete decision on the final playof the game is lunacy.
https://www.al.com/highschoolsports/2023/10/st-michael-downs-tr-miller-55-54-in-overtime-after-controversial-finish.html9. South Carolina. They thought they were going to win the division. Blech.
10. Gus. Big raise and extension for a coach that's 0-5 in the conference and a week after almost upsetting Oklahoma, loses by double digits to West Virginia.
Also: My neighbor. Still running gas-powered equipment at 7:49 a.m.
I won't be watching the NFL pre-game this morning so I won't be able to comment on Hannah Storm's bag of dough knees. I also resolved to stay off Hugh Freeze, but it's kind of frustrating/galling to hear "we're gonna try one quarterback so he won't feel afraid he's gonna be taken out" this far down the line.
Must also add: The extended Jamie Lee Curtis dance scene in Prom Night (1980). It lasts what seems like half the movie and it's just.... terrible. She's bad, but the afro-coiffed white dude who's her partner really doesn't do more than shrug his shoulders and make an ape face. Sadly the dance sequences continue after Jamie waggles from the stage, and they include the absolute worst meatball - a bully caricature who looks 35 and borrowed directly from a Stephen King movie - wobbling around. That's one of this movie's biggest faults. A cast that looks to be in its mid-30s playing 17. Still, there are a lot of components you see here that were badly used and then reconstituted in other later films (like I Know What You Did Last Summer and Scream for instance).