A couple of days after UF won the national football title, the president of in-state rival school Florida State published a sincere letter of congratulations in the local paper.
Kudos to FSU for that wonderful display of great sportsmanship.
It’s good to see others share the belief that sportsmanship is meant to be the core of college athletics.
Space Mountain has new cars.
The old cars had a sort of embedded pistol-grip handle that enabled you to brace yourself by both pushing and pulling.
The new cars have a sort of armchair grip, padded and fairly comfortable if you’re just sitting there.
“Just sitting there”, however, isn’t what Space Mountain is for. It’s for whipping you around sharp turns, quick rises, and steep drops.
Without the ability to brace properly, I absorbed all that in the spinal erectors (or “middle back” as it’s familiarly known).
Luckily my back is strong, so I was just sore for a day or so.
On the plus side, the addition of the Jack Sparrow character to “Pirates of the Caribbean” was done with a nice, gentle touch.
He’s been inserted into scenes that were a little embarrassingly non-PC anyway, and in such a way as to not overwhelm or even significantly alter the feel of the original show.
The character is also very animated, and very lifelike.
Contrary to my fears, I think Disney handled this quite well.
So I was at the SANS security training at Disney in Orlando, and the hotel’s conference room lights (which are IP-controlled) started randomly blinking and surging at odd intervals.
The thinking is that some jackass has hacked the system and was trying to disrupt the training.
It backfired.
Everybody tuned out the flashing lights in about five minutes. But the need for this training, and for the implementation of better security everywhere, couldn’t have been illustrated better.
The next day, the script kiddies turned on the emergency warning in the room. Backfire again! We were in a long session due to an upcoming extended, vendor sponsored lunch, and the five-minute break gave us a much-needed chance to stretch our legs and refocus.
What this second event also gave us was some actual, real-world evidence to take back to our management to show them that the threat is real, we’ve seen it, and we need to step up our efforts to protect against it.
In the waning minutes of January 8, the Florida Gators wrote some college athletics history, becoming the only college in NCAA history to win national titles in both basketball and football in the same year. Only a handful of schools had won both titles in the same decade.
With ACs and fans turned off, windows open to the cool night air, the cacophony of helicopters, car horns, sirens, and fireworks made sleep an unlikely prospect for the first ninety minutes of January 9.
I laid awake and thought.
I realized that I was proudest of our representation— of those we’d earned the right to represent by defeating them in single combat.
The University, of course, but the state of Florida, too.
All schools, and education in general, in the Southeast.
The long-underrated SEC, now a powerhouse of college football, ever since a young fella named Spurrier raised the bar.
And yes, college athletics in general.
I saw OSU players helping Gators up after plays, and Gators gratefully accepting the lift.
I saw sportsmanship on both sides; not the frantic desire to pen a higher number at any cost, but the will to try and be tried on a level field of play.
That last, to me, is more spectacularly thrilling than any set of human acrobatics imaginable.
This game was played the way the game was meant to be played.
For that, thank you, Gators. For that, thank you, OSU.