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Retirement is not without Hassles: Coins and Cards #804

At a baseball card show yesterday, I found a unique addition to my collection. It combines my passion of coin collecting with the growing assemblage of baseball cards in my possession. I attribute my interest in both of these areas to my childhood neighbor, the late Robert P. Herzberg. Bob showed me my first 1909 S V.D.B. penny and flaunted his enviable stack of baseball cards bearing the likeness of Mickey Mantle, another Triple Crown winner. I still don’t have either one of these coveted memories of youth in my collection.

I had a crush on Bob’s little sister, who was in my kindergarten class. I also maintained a friendly relationship with his younger brother into adulthood. Bob, who was three years older, passed away at the age of 54 as a consequence of congestive heart failure. I still bear a scar in the center of my forehead thanks to a war game we were playing as kids. I was dodging rocks he was throwing at a playhouse in the park behind our house. He hit me square in the head as I carelessly looked out a window, requiring several stitches, and I remember him having to apologize to my parents and me. He brought a box of unopened baseball cards as a peace offering, so it was probably worth the pain.

I bought a unique 2003 Topps Ty Cobb baseball card at yesterday’s show, commemorating the Hall of Famer’s 1909 American League Triple Crown achievement (.377 batting average, 9 home runs, 107 RBI). His Detroit Tiger ball club lost the World Series to Honus Wagner and the Pittsburgh Pirates. The Chicago Cubs also beat the Tigers in the previous two World Series, making him a “Triple Loser” in the game’s crowning moment. The card is die-cut to accommodate a 1909 Indian Head penny. I was immediately intrigued since 1909 was the last year of Indian Head production and the first year of the Lincoln cent. The change occurred to honor the 100th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s birth.

Bob taught me long ago that the 1909 S VDB Lincoln version was the most valuable penny in any collection. Victor David Brenner, the coin’s designer included his initials between the wheat ear stalks on the back during its inaugural year, but the San Francisco (S) mint makes it particularly valuable because only 484,000 were made. Even as a young child, a penny worth $100 was mind-boggling and Bob actually owned one. Today, depending on condition, it would probably cost me at least $500 to buy one. I’ve looked through thousands of pennies since I was a kid and never found one. It was the closest thing to treasure hunting that I have ever experienced. In fact, anytime I see a penny on the ground or get one in change, I pick it up to check.

The Tyrus Raymond Cobb Currency Connection card brought back many childhood Bob memories about both baseball cards and pennies. Ty was a great ball player but a miserable human being. I would have never bought the card if it weren’t for the penny. I carefully examined it to see if it had the S mint-mark on the back below the wreath. The designer of that coin was James B. Longacre, whose “JBL” initials graced a number of U.S. coin designs of the late 19th century. To this date, Lincoln’s portrait still is identified with the penny, although the back of the coin changed to the Lincoln Memorial in 1959, designed by engraver Frank Gasparro to celebrate the 150th anniversary. On the front side, the VDB initials have appeared below Lincoln’s shoulder since 1918.

To honor the Lincoln bicentennial in 2009, 4 different designs by four different artists were introduced on the back of the penny and in 2010 it was again changed to represent the unity of the states. This “Union Shield” look was designed by Lyndall Bass. I would not anticipate another design change until 2059, 150 years after Ty Cobb won baseball’s Triple Crown and Lincoln’s first penny was minted.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Game Day #797

I got up early this morning to take the dogs out and do my daily run. My wife and I were hoping to get to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry for the King Tut exhibit before it closes later this month. The pups were depressed that their much anticipated “Schnauzerthon” was preempted by rain and cold temperatures. They are often disappointed in the Portland weather at this time of year. They got a shorter walk than normal between rain drops, and we were off to pay homage to the King!

My wife was willing to compromise by leaving for the O.M.S.I. early so that I could watch Bears football and I.U. basketball in the afternoon. What we didn’t know was that it was $2 admission day pricing and the place more like a zoo than a museum. Parking was way out in the overflow lots and ticket lines were outrageous. We had some free passes for the exhibit but still had to redeem them for admission. When we finally got to the front of the line only a few times remained available to see the popular attraction. We elected to get tickets for next week instead rather than endure the long wait and crowded hallways. It also gave us time to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast with assurance that I would not miss either game. The only problem was that they were both on T.V. at the same time.

I am hoping that the message that the dogs left when I got out of bed this morning did not apply to my teams’ chances. I was greeted with an unprecedented “poopsident” in the living room. I just wasn’t sure which schnauzer was guilty? Normally it’s Tinker the “Poopingest Pup on the Planet,” but she normally goes on the tile kitchen floor. This particular deposit was made on the dining room rug where younger sister Tally typically plays. She in turn has never gone indoors, but this looked suspicious! Perhaps the “Super Pooper” was being clever, trying to pass the blame? Tinker then proceeded to poop four more times once I got them outside, while Tally went only once. This could have been the result of Tink’s voracious appetite yesterday that included an entire raw carrot. She was supposed to share!

Input equals output! We attribute some of Tinker’s food cravings to the steroids that she’s currently taking. However, she was also never one to pass up a snack or meal at any time during her near 15-year lifespan. We adopted her at any early age after she had been abandoned in the woods and apparently forced to eat acorns. I guess after that particular diet everything tastes great? She always finishes her dinner and then immediately looks at Tally’s bowl for dessert. Tally unfortunately likes to savor her food but somehow they both weigh the same.

Game Day has finally started, and I am busy flipping back-and-forth from CBS to NBC to stay up with the action. I’m not overly optimistic with either of these two teams, but I also thrive on pessimism. Why set yourself up for disappointment? It could be the end of the Bears season with a loss today to the Eagles, but I.U. will have a lot of basketball to play before their year is complete. Both teams are down early as I gravely predicted. I just hope that neither team plays like what I found on the floor this morning!

Old Sport Shorts: Bear Down #796

The Bears are up – not down – although it’s time to “Bear Down.” No one does it better than linebacker Khalil Mack, the “Black and Blue Man” version of a Mack Truck. He has 12.5 quarterback sacks this season, six forced fumbles, and one interception for a touchdown. #52 led the “Monsters of the Midway” defense to an 11-5 record and the NFC North Title. This effort even caused me to buy a new hooded sweatshirt, after many years of frustration. Although the transaction at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport last Sunday morning may have resulted in my credit card being compromised?

I would probably have more confidence in my Bears against the defending Super Bowl Champion Philadelphia Eagles tomorrow if the offense was equally effective. The Eagles were fortunate to earn a Wild Card berth after a bit to much off-season bragging. Da’ Bears, on the other hand, haven’t won it since 1985, when I was half as old as I am right now. That was a special year with a sole loss to the Miami Dolphins, who in the process were able to secure their still-standing “Perfect Season” accomplishment of 1972.

I would like to be comfortable with Bear’s quarterback #10 Mitchell Trubisky. I already have a place in my heart for his uniform number thanks to my baseball idol Sherm Lollar of the White Sox. A few weeks ago I also bought a “Sherm Freakin’ Lollar” t-shirt to muster a few yuks out of my fellow baseball card collectors. They know me as the only guy in the world that collects his cards and memorabilia despite the fact that he’s not even a Hall of Famer. My justification is that the cost of collecting is not as high as the super stars, and he was my true connection between baseball and childhood. This was simply the result of the televised 1959 World Series. The White Sox lost to the Dodgers, but Sherm won a fan for life.

Walter Payton of the Bears has a place on my office wall. “Sweetness” was part of that ’85 Bears Championship. When the team finally returned to the elusive Superbowl of 2007, my allegiance was fractured between the Bears and Colts, dating back to another childhood hero Johnny Unitas. I was a Baltimore Colts fan long before I was a Bears Fan, and when they moved to my then hometown of Indianapolis I was a big supporter. I attended training camps, sold advertising in their games, did promotions & commercials with the team, had personal relationships with coaches & players, and was frequently on the sidelines or a suite. Ironically, I had transferred to Decatur, Illinois, home of the original Bears franchise, when they clashed in Superbowl XLI. I could not pick a favorite.

I’m following the Colts game as I write this; fascinated with Andrew Luck’s return and T.Y. Hilton’s resilience. Plus, they have a Mack of their own. The remarkable Colts are also the first team in history to make the NFL Playoffs after a 1-5 start. I just hope that both the Bears and Colts don’t reach the Super Bowl again, even though I don’t want either team to lose. The Bears game tomorrow is on at the same time as the I.U. vs. Michigan basketball game. I will have to split my time watching. Or, I might get stuck going to the King Tut exhibit at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. The sad thing is that the Bears are finally televised in Portland after weeks of being forced to follow only bits and pieces of their drives on the Red Zone telecasts. It was frustrating that they were having such a great season, and I could never watch them. They may have to last another week just so I can concentrate solely on watching a Bears game this year, as opposed to dividing my afternoon between I.U., King Tut, and The Bears.

I.U. basketball is also having a good season with a deceptive 11-2 record, 3-0 in the BIG. The concern is that their victories have been against the bottom three teams in the conference by narrow margins, along with a thorough thumping against Duke. Tomorrow they will face an undefeated Michigan team that is both leading the BIG Ten and nationally ranked. Indiana doesn’t seem to have the muscle (a.k.a. thugs) to handle the interior. Their next six conference games are on the road against top opponents, so we’ll be fortunate to win even two of those games. By the end of January, I could have a sour impression of this year’s version of the Hoosiers. I’m also worried that I may end up watching much more of the Bears game, if the I.U. team gets off to another bad start. Unfortunately, I could end up turning off the TV all together if either team doesn’t “Bear Down.”

Colts Win! A good Luck and Mack attack prevails!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Spring is Here #794

Spring is here, however in no way related to the weather. It’s cold and rainy here in Portland – standard for the course this time of year. Yesterday, I heard a loud crash in the house and searched everywhere for the source. It wasn’t until I took the dogs out and hit the switch to open the garage door that I realized what happened. One of the two springs had snapped in two, so there was no access in or out. Spring has Sprung! It’s a heavier commercial door, installed by the former owner to allow him enough clearance to park a Hummer inside. As a result, even after releasing the tension cord I didn’t have enough strength to lift the door, and my wife had to park her car outside for the night.

It’s a costly repair to start the New Year, but it could have happened during our recent travels and put the problem in the hands of our pet sitter. As it is, I’m usually home all day to wait for a repairman, as opposed to my working days when I would have to make arrangements to meet them. They arrived promptly this morning along with the Spring, and we’re now back in business. I wrote a check for $325 that made a painful dent in my retirement budget. At this stage of life, every dollar spent on expenses and repairs means less for travel.

I spent some time copying some Banister files from my newly found half-sisters. We now have a shared file to exchange information on the family. It will help us all stay in touch. I have no current plans to contact my birth-mother or her family again as yet. She continues to avoid my relationship claims, but now presumably knowing the birth-father’s identity there seems to be less curiosity about her at this point. It seems there is only so much I can absorb at one time, so I’ll remain patient about solving the adoption puzzle.

In the meantime, I will remain in my fantasy cable TV world of treasure hunting (Curse of Oak Island), time travel (Outlander), conquering the world (Vikings), and gangsters (Narcos). It’s a good combination of history and nonsense to keep my mind occupied between travel dates. Today, I’ll actually leave the house other than frequent walks with our dogs to watch an I.U. basketball game at our regular hangout Buffalo Wild Wings. Tomorrow is another “Leadership Meeting” meeting at the same place. Maybe I’ll order some “Spring” Rolls?

Retirement is not without Hassles: What day is it? #793

I’ve often written that in retirement one begins to lose track of what day it is? The traditional days of the week don’t work any more because weekends, vacations, and holidays all blur together. I’m basically free to do as I please every sunrise without a fixed schedule of places to be and people to see. At first, I began to invent new names for each day depending on the activity such as “Trash day,” “Leadership day,” “Date Night day,” “Errand day,” and “Movie Night day.” The one thing in common with each day is my morning run – that has not changed in ten years.

My younger, working wife is unfortunately still on a Monday thru Friday regimen, while still looking forward to weekends and holidays. I often have to remind her that she still enjoys her career, and that perhaps she isn’t quite ready for the sedate days of retirement. Today was her “Hump Day,” after a rare Tuesday off. She also went into the office on Monday, as the holidays played havoc with the usual work week. Christmas and New Year’s day both fell on Tuesday this year and will be on Wednesday next year. Thanksgiving at least remains consistent, allowing for a four-day weekend. It’s particularly confusing to me as I try to hold-on to my “everyday is the same” attitude.

Today’s calendar highlights Odeon of Herod Atticus that crowns Athen’s highest spot. My wife and i were able to visit the historic site in March. I had just had my jacket ripped away from my body during the morning run on the cruise ship, so the weather was not great for travel. Nonetheless, we visited the beautiful island of Santorini and were able to look out over the city of Athens from the Acropolis or “upper town.” Only an excursion to the ancient city of Olympia was diverted because of the high winds and rain that followed us from Venice. As a result, the Temple of Hera where the Olympic Games originated still remains on my bucket list, but at least we were able to cross-off the Parthenon.

With just over a quarter of my birthday year completed, I have been able to pare my original list of “67 things to do before I’m 68” down to 56. Many of these items are monthly or weekly commitments, so they will remain unfinished until my next birthday. (See Post #642). Some of these plans are also listed as part my resolutions and bucket priorities. I feel that I am on target with all my goals and travel plans.

To add further confusion to my days this week, I will have two “Leadership” meetings, including an I.U. basketball game. We also hope to visit the King Tut exhibit before the week is over and see at least one movie at the theater thanks to some thoughtful Fandango card gifts. “Date Night” was actually New Year’s Eve, replacing “Meatless Monday.” Our dogs are also mixed-up on days, since their “Schnauzerthon” was on New Year’s Tuesday instead of the usual Saturday & Sunday, while we were still traveling. They do not have the benefit of the “1000 Places to see before you Die” calendar that now allows me to cheat on what day it actually is, thanks to another gift from our good friends in Colorado.

Retirement is not without Hassles: Happy New Year #790

It’s traditional for me to list my New Year’s resolutions every year. Many times it’s just a matter of revising the prior year’s list, but I still believe that “if you write it down you do it.” (See Post #415). Tonight we visit a restaurant favorite, Holdfast, to celebrate the occasion. I enjoy wishing others “Happy New Year,” especially since it has no religious or political implications. Here is my annual plan:

Get Tooth fixed
Florida trip/Adam/Miami to Keys
New glasses/hearing aids
I-Phone 10
Less Drinking 1 instead of 2
Weekly Friday Leadership Meeting lunch
Compliment my wife more
See the Beauty in Life
Get To Run Everyday to 11th Anniversary
Daily push-ups, crunches, and stretching
King Tut exhibit at OMNI
Return to Vegas
Be a better dog owner
Drink More Water-Less pop
Weight maintain at <190. White diet.
More connections with old friends and family
No Debt Continues
Win writing contest
Chew slowly/suck/soft foods/protect teeth
Celebrate each day with my wife
Stay in touch with Adam/be good Granddad
Contribute 1k+ to each grandchild’s education fund
Limoges/poem each month
Poem to johnstonwrites monthly
Daily blog post
Weekly Date Night
Complete 67 things to do before 68 list (See Post #642)
Brooklyn Bridge run
Cubs & IU/OSU Seattle/Bowl and or Tourney Game
Alaska Northern Lights
Call Judy on Mondays
Meet T. Grimshaw & J. Marthai (Diary of an Adoptee)
No car payments continue
Find volunteer work
Cooking on Tuesdays
Cut down on expenses
Continue laundry/vacuum/dust/mop
Baseball card collection additions
Thailand trip
NY/Phoenix/Maui/Indiana trips
Springfield/indiana HS Hall of Fame visits
Vancouver Gardens/Coast/Ianai Weekends
Read a book a week
Drive to SF w/dogs
Write a novel
Do some drawing, sketching, painting
Learn to play the uke

Old Sport Shorts: Streak Stoppers #775

I hope there’s no one out there hoping that my personal running streak comes to an end, but I was certainly glad to see a couple other athletic streaks come to an abrupt halt this weekend. It started with a I.U. alumni game-watch at the Ladd Tapp as the improving Hoosiers battled the formidable Butler Bulldogs in the Crossroads Classic. Notre Dame beat struggling Purdue in the opening game as our small group of fellow Hoosier supporters ordered some adult beverages to settle our pre-tip-off nerves.

The last 18 years of Indiana basketball have belonged  to the Butler Bulldogs. It’s a basketball state and the Crossroads Classic is a showcase of the perennial top programs of the beloved game, now led by Butler. Since the 2000-2001 season, Butler has appeared in the NCAA tournament 13 times, ND & Indiana 11 times, and Purdue 12 times. Once this 4-team classic started in 2011, IU & Butler have 5-3 marks, Notre Dame 4-4, and Purdue 2-6. I should point out that the games are laid out so that Butler never plays ND and Purdue never plays Indiana to avoid conflicts with their respective conferences. In reality, it’s a Big East vs. Big Ten competition, even though it’s hard for me to picture the “crossroads of the Midwest” included as part of the East. Any way you look at it, however, the Big East is the big winner in this Indiana state showdown 9-7.

An un-ranked Butler team upset #1 nationally ranked IU 88-86 in 2012 and did it again in 2016 against the ninth-ranked Hoosiers. IU managed to tie their head-to-head battles 2-2 yesterday and prevented any possible Bulldog streak from developing. Throughout history, the Hoosiers maintain a dominant 22-7 record dating back to 1949-50 when both schools were classified as major. Their first meetings goes back to 1901 with two Butler victories. Indiana claimed its first Butler victory in 1903. There was a time that I remember when the Butler game was a sure victory, but that simply isn’t the case anymore. Yesterday’s buzzer beater by Freshman Rob Phinisee (#10 by the way) erased a fairly dominant Butler afternoon. It was also doubly special for Cream & Crimson fans because Phinisee was stolen out of Purdue’s backyard. In addition, the game was played with former IU star Victor Oladipo in attendance fresh from rejoining the streaking Indiana Pacers’ 6-triumph surge.  Similarly, his Alma Mater now has an impressive four-game winning streak of narrow margin victories. The heart-stopping close-calls can certainly cease happening at any time, but I’d love to see the string of W’s continue to grow. 

That was just the beginning of my magical weekend of sports. The red-hot Indianapolis Colts handed the Dallas Cowboys their first shutout in 15 years and squashed their momentum of 5-straight wins, speaking of impressive streak stoppage stuff. At the same time, the Chicago Bears defense ended Aaron Rodgers’ bid for another fourth quarter comeback with a timely pick-off in the end zone. It stopped his NFL record-breaking streak at 402 straight completions without an interception, and earned the “Monsters of the Midway” their first NFC North title in 8 years.  I couldn’t ask Santa for a much better winning weekend, and look forward to once-again following at least one football favorite in January and maybe even February?

Retirement is not without Hassles: Holiday Parties #773

It’s been an unusual week, centered around the flu and a doctor’s appointment that literally made me sick. We attended my wife’s company party a week ago, completing the first leg of our holiday journey. Tonight, my wife plays the role of gracious boss by cooking for her co-worker and his wife. As this endless string of parties continue, a week from now we’ll gather with a group of friends for our annual get-together for dinner. We chose El Gaucho Steakhouse for this year’s feast. The following day we’ll fly back to Indiana for this year’s grand finale. It’s no wonder that we’ll need a quiet New Year’s Eve to properly recuperate. 

Both my wife and I went into the holiday rush this year feeling sick. Imagine how we’ll feel if we somehow make it to New Year’s? She missed a day-and-a-half of work and a corporate dinner, while I missed two days of retirement. In my case, I was just trying to be proactive about my health, and regrettably reminded my doctor of an overdue pneumococcal vaccine. In fact, I had just completed a successful exam and was ready to walk out the door when I pointed out the oversight. It was the second of the vaccines recommended to senior citizens over 65, supposedly designed to avoid pneumonia and save lives. It made my arm swell-up around the injection point and took me out of commission for two days. I have never had an allergic reaction this bad to any form of medication, so I immediately began to think that it was some sort of genocide conspiracy against the aging. One shot and it eliminates Social Security and pension payments, plus ultimately saves on medical costs to society.  Merry f***** Christmas!

A healthier kick-of to the  Holidays began for my wife and I at Disneyland a few weeks ago. Seasonal music and festive holiday decorations added to the Disney magic. My favorite holiday moment so far this year was watching the endless stream of performing choirs unite in a candlelight processional. “Believe…in Holiday Magic” filled the skies with fireworks. The Park is particularly impressive during the Holidays, creating vivid memories, although it seemed long in the past as I fought off chills, fever. stiffness, headaches, and loss of appetite. I did, however, still manage to do my exercises and run a mile, but only slightly over, to barely maintain The Streak before I took another 3-hour nap. 

I got an early Christmas gift this afternoon, an Indiana basketball victory over state rival Butler. The men in red and white needed a last second, off-balance shot to earn the victory, as the ball somehow dropped down the chimney. HO HO HOW? Santa should be delivering a lot of I.U. apparel this year after Freshman Rob Phinisee  DID IT and not THE BUTLER. Tomorrow, on the 3rd day of Christmas, I’m hoping for a Chicago Bears win over the evil Green Bay Packers. Gotta go – our next Holiday Party is about to start – our dinner guests are arriving!

Retirement is not without Hassles: Prime #769

Infinity/Comcast  finally added Amazon Prime to its lineup, giving me the freedom to watch their movies on my big screen TVs. Before, I could only view shows like Bosch and Tin Star on my computer, but with my new set-up I now have access to Goliath and The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel in the bedrooms, living room, and office. I’ve always used it for shopping and buying collectibles, so this makes my subscription even more practical.

A few days ago, I was in Santa Barbara enjoying a half-day of California sunshine. Pleasant weather has not been the case in Portland these past few days. It also turned out to be a bad soccer weekend with two disappointing losses from my teams, but I.U. basketball and the Bears gave me fresh hope despite the clouds. I got back in time for my wife’s Holiday Party and have now settled-in for a couple weeks at home. The next airplane will take me to Chicago for Christmas Eve, Eve. 

Today was filled with errands, including a scheduled doctor appointment and shuttle service back-and-forth to the Dog spa. Yesterday, I was feeling poorly, spending most of my time on my butt watching Amazon Prime.  This morning was even worse as a stomach ache transitioned into a gross touch of flu. After paying homage to the porcelain god, both sitting and standing, I struggled through day 3,615 of “The Streak” with one of my slowest times of the year. There was little energy left for the rest of the day, and my blood pressure registered at one of the lowest levels I can ever remember – that’s a good thing!

I also tried to tackle a do-it-yourself project and found myself with even less patience than ever. My wife allows me to do electrical work, having proved my worth on several occasions. I do not have her permission to work on too many things around the house, especially if there’s paint involved. In this case, she ordered three sconces for our hallway that were sitting in their shipping boxes awaiting my attention. I stared at them a long time before I felt good enough to take any action. They now elegantly cover three not so attractive electrical boxes that were left by the former owner four years ago. Tonight, the lights are shining, so I accomplished something constructive despite my puniness. 

My friends are busy organizing a college baseball trip to Seattle in early March, but my wife is caught-up in budget meetings and may not be able to go with me. At that time, we’re just returning from some business meetings in February and just a couple of weeks away from a trip to Thailand. It’s unfortunate timing, but involves both Indiana University and Oregon State, two of my college baseball favorites. If you’ll remember, last year I watched the Beavers play in the College World Series. They are the defending champions! If I book now, I can do better than a Motel 6. (See Post #766). In the meantime, it’s Prime Time!

Old Sport Shorts: Futbol #765

Are you ready for some Futbol?  It’s that “foreign” brand of action focused around maneuvering a black-and-white round-ball rather than an oblong pigskin with stitches. Furthermore, it’s decided on a pitch rather than a gridiron, and is designated a match as opposed to a game. There is no trophy or Super Bowl; instead a cup, plus your team can never get more than one point at a time. It’s top-of mind for me these next few days with the College Cup in Santa Barbara and the MLS Cup in Atlanta.

This year’s College Cup developed into primarily a BIG Ten tournament plus the Akron Zips. My Indiana Hoosiers are the the top remaining seed, so I had to see them inaction. They’ve won this 8 times already and I’ve followed them on TV and radio, hoping to make up for recent dismal I.U. basketball and football seasons. My Alma Mater was also once a powerhouse in swimming, diving, and track, with many Olympic Gold Medal conquests. I tend to follow the sport that favors my chances of winning; a true fair-weather fan! That’s also why I’m in sunny Santa Barbara. Go Hoosiers!

Futbol, in general, has gotten much more respect in recent years and certainly after the advent ofcable and conference networks. ESPN will carry these games, so watch for me in the IU crowd. I’ll be dressed in red, but so will Maryland fans. An undefeated I.U.squad got to the finals last year and lost to Stanford in a painful kick-off. Can we flash the Victory sign and make it 9?

Other Portland Futbol fans are headed to Atlanta, and 72,000 seat Mercedes Benz Stadium. TheTimbers have sent a long log ahead of their fans, hoping that many slices will be sawn off by Timber Joey’s chainsaw. Slice equals Goal for those not familiar with this ritual. Unfortunately, the home pitch makes the Atlanta United a heavy favorite, but the match still has to be played.

I’m coming back early from Santa Barbara for my wife’s Holiday Party so I can’t make Sunday’s game, regardless of the outcome of the Hoosiers and Turtles. Does anybody need a ticket? I’ll also be in the air for the important IU basketball game against rival Louisville, another  round-ball battle. I should get back on the ground in time for the Timbers’ game that is part of the evening’s entertainment at her company event. In fact, her TV station is carrying the match-up for all the marbles.

When I go to bed Saturday night I’ll know three answers: Will I be buying another Timbers scarf to hang on my office wall? Will I be ready for some more college futbol on Sunday or will our season be over? Finally, will the Hoosier basketball team be able to beat Louisville in my favorite collegiate sport?

Caleb Porter, who guided the Portland Timbers to the 2015 Championship game, played at Indiana,and coached at Akron. That is the extent of my soccer knowledge, inhibited by the fact that the game was even more “foreign” when I was a kid of the 50s and 60s. Indiana has already defeated both the Maryland Terrapins and Michigan State Spartans, the other two BIG contenders for the prestigious College Cup. I’m always up for good college sports hence the reason for my spur-of-the-moment excursion to Santa Barbara, the host city. The total cost was less than $400.

My first memorable soccer experience dates back to the mid-80s and a radio station promotion involving an exhibition match by the Chicago Sting? I had a hat autographed by all the  players that I framed and gave to my son. He did engage in some soccer, but mostly raced BMX bikes, played rugby, and competed in swimming & diving. Soccer was not a big part of his life either. I’ve been to a couple of Timber’s matches here in Portland, but mostly try to tune-in. It’s the festivities around the game that sparked my interest with the waving of scarves, chants, songs, and chainsaw noises. I‘ll be interested to see how the college crowds compare?

Unfortunately, it turned out to be a long night for us Hoosier futbol fans. Despite numerous attempts, nothing got past the Maryland goalkeeper. The Terrapins scored twice to claim a spot in the championship game against Akron. The I.U pep band was the highlight of the evening, being the only team with this level of student support. Nonetheless, the tournament shutout or whitewash streak came sadly to an end, and Maryland will play again on Sunday, once I’m safely settled back in chilly Portland.

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