Figures I’d go out on a clunker of a clusterfuck like that.
But then again, sportz fanz…that’s what Executive Fiat™ is for.
Cincinnati 10, at Indianapolis 26
Pittsburgh 17, at Baltimore 30
Detroit 20, at Dallas 24
at Arizona 16, Carolina 27
#19 Auburn 31, #18 Wisconsin 34 (OT) (Outback Bowl)
#14 UCLA 40, #11 Kansas State 35 (Alamo Bowl)
Bucky found their running game again in the nick of time.  Melvin Gordon found the holes that Ohio State wasn’t giving him, and ran for 251 yards & three scores.  Auburn’s attempt to tie in overtime clanged off the right upright.
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The Bruins had to hold off a late charge from Bill Snyder’s Wildcats, but held on to win a squeaker.
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Shoulda known better to pick the third-string quarterback in the playoff game.  Arizona’s defense is good, but so is Carolina’s.  Ryan Lindley basically didn’t have a shot.
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This isn’t Ray “Unconvicted Thug” Lewis’ Raven defense – but someone forgot to tell Ben Rothelisberger that.
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Oh, great.  Now  Dallas decides to start winning.
No matter.  I still don’t regret my decision to throw them out of the PFW.
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I do, however, regret my decision to go with Cincinnati because of Andy Dalton.
He now gets the nickname I had bequeathed upon his ex-Cowboy teammate, Terrence Newman – “Bust”.
It’s the fact of the matter – Andy Dalton is not the answer at quarterback in Cincinnati.  He’s not NFL-starter caliber.  He throws too many interceptions, and doesn’t take care of the ball well enough in the pocket (he lost yet another fumble yesterday).  He has a lot of work to do to improve in the NFL, and I don’t think it’s going to happen in Cincy.
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So it’s a 1-5 record for the week
, but I’m declaring a Perfect Football Weekend™ anyway.
MERLIN:  Why, m’liege?  This is the worst week you’ve had since…
KORRIOTH:  …since you posted that oh-fer last year.
[Venomous glares at Korrioth.]
KORRIOTH (feigning look of innocence):  Hey, I’m just sayin’.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
But then, there was this:
Michigan State scored three touchdowns in the fourth quarter on New Year’s Day to beat playoff-snubbed and No. 5 Baylor 42-41 in the highest-scoring Cotton Bowl ever.
[…]
Michigan State (11-2), which won the Rose Bowl as Big Ten champions last season, has won four consecutive bowl games after trailing in each of them at halftime. The Spartans’ only two losses this season were to Pac-12 winner Oregon and Big Ten champ Ohio State.
Down 41-21 going into the fourth quarter , Michigan State got the winning touchdown after Marcus Rush blocked Chris Callahan’s 43-yard field goal attempt with 1:05 left.
Kinda reminiscent of how Baylor scored 24 on TCU in the fourth quarter back in October, huh?  (Without all the bogus pass-interference penalties, of course.)
Live by the 21-point comeback…die by the 21-point comeback.
And after all the crowing Baylor did after 61-58…there are no words to express how sweet it was to see Baylor eat crow Thursday.  HAPPY NEW YEAR, CUBTARDS!!!!!! 
This week:  2-5.  Perfect Football Weekend achieved by Executive Fiat™ (4).  Final PFW record:  83-34-1.
It was a pretty decent year, as Perfect Football Weekend™ years go.  Heights did well, TCU had a killer year…all in all, no complaints.
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And that does it for me, Denizens.  I’d say “…and now, we return you to your regularly-scheduled rant-blogging”, except that there’s going to be nothing to return to.
The blog is closing this year (I’ll make the official annoucement later on), and this is likely my last ever blog post.  I’m going on hiatus to work on other things in my life…specifically, my health.  I gained 20 pounds over the holidays, and I’m pushing 40-inch slacks again.  So, much of my free time will be spent working out and trying to get back down to at least 220, hopefully less.
And, to be brutally honest about it…I’ve lost the desire to do this.  See, I’ve been at this, in some way, shape or form, since 1992.  22, 23-some-odd years of My Eternal Wisdom™ (snort!), as it were, either as a BBS, or as a website that I created/wrote myself, or as a blog.
And I’m tired…and I’m tired of it.
It used  to be fun – but it hasn’t been fun for a long time.  A very  long time.  And I don’t see beating my head against the proverbial brick wall to do it if it’s no longer any fun.
For me, there are fewer days ahead than behind.  I need to make more of those days than I have as of late.
Vicar, General – feel free to post as you like, but keep in mind no one’s reading us – not even the Six Or Seven™ – so it’s pretty much screaming into the whirlwind at this point.
So, as Mr. Rhyner says most nights…you guys stay hard, keep jammin’ – and we’ll see ya…
Well, Denizens, it’s bowl season, and that means that as a lead-in for this week’s Perfect Football Weekend™ – I got nothin’.
About the only thing really going on in football right now is that…well, here’s the backstory.  Back in May, there was a lawsuit filed in federal court against the NFL that claimed that…
the league illegally supplied them with risky narcotics and other painkillers that numbed their injuries for games and led to medical complications down the road.
The lawsuit alleges that the league obtained and administered the drugs without prescriptions and without warning players of their potential side effects, to speed the return of injured players to the field and maximize profits. Players claim that they were never told about broken legs and ankles and instead were fed pills to mask the pain. One says that instead of surgery, he was given anti-inflammatories and skipped practices so he could play in money-making games. And others say that after years of free pills from the NFL, they retired from the league addicted to the painkillers.
Well, I can’t find the link on it, but I was listening to the Ben Ferguson Show on WBAP yesterday on the way to work, and according to Fergie, a judge dismissed the suit.
(shrug) Meh.
Okay
, let’s get to it.  Bowl season starts…
MERLIN:  Ahem.
VENOMOUS:  Yes
, Wizard?
MERLIN:  The Core Teams™…?
Well, there’s only one – Cincinnati hosts Denver Monday night, and Peyton’s gonna torch the Bengal secondary, and Andy’s probably not gonna look too good against John Fox’s defense; thus, so much for the PFW.
So for the wildcard games, we’re doing Nevada over Louisiana-Lafayette in the New Orleans Bowl (always take the Mountain West team against any Sun Belt team), Utah State over UTEP in the New Mexico Bowl (ditto for the MWC over Conference USA), 22nd-ranked Utah over Colorado State in the Lost Wages Las Vegas Bowl (the Utes always used to dominate the Rams in the MWC; no reason they shouldn’t continue to), Air Force to run roughshod over Western MIchigan in the Potato Bowl (Western Michigan?  Really?) and BigamY U. to cream Memphis Monday night in the Miami Beach Bowl.  (The Miami Beach Bowl???  Really???)
We’re back Tuesday or so with the recap.  In the meantime…Vicar, have you ever thought about using football tie-ins in your sermons? 
All hands on deck.
MERLIN:  Ready, m’liege.
OZY McCOOL:  Engineering reports full power to engines, Admiral.
KORRIOTH:  We’re not going anywhere, Ozy.
OZY McCOOL:  The Admiral demands operational readiness at all times, General.
KORRIOTH:  Point.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Tactical ready, m’lord.
RAYEGUN:  Southern Command ready as requested, y’old geezer.
THE GENERALETTE (smacking Rayegun, Gibbs-style):  You be nice.
RAYEGUN:  Yes, dear.
T-BONE McMANX:  Communications ready, sir.
THE SPATULAGODDESS:  Didn’t we do something like this a couple of years ago, hon?
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet):  HON?!?!?!  (waves iron skillet around menacingly)
VENOMOUS:  Put a cork in it, babe.  She’s entitled.
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet):  And why am I not the SpatulaGoddess?!?!?!
VENOMOUS:  Because you’re Mrs. Venomous, and you don’t look like Eva Longoria.
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet):  GRRRRRRRR!!!
VENOMOUS:  Shut it, woman.  I have a post to write.
MRS. VENOMOUS (dejected, with cast-iron skillet):  Yes, honey.
VENOMOUS:  I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart…say, with Rafain’s?
MRS. VENOMOUS (with cast-iron skillet & ears perked up):  Ooooooh!!!
VENOMOUS:  Okay, where were we…?
MERLIN:  Didn’t we do something like this before…?
VENOMOUS:  Oh, well – yeah, Beff, we did – but without showing who really wears the pants at the Southern Command.
RAYEGUN:  Hey!!!
ALL (even Rayegun, albeit grudgingly): 
Right, then.
The first official Perfect Football Weekend…in what is, very likely, the last season of PFWs…kicks off…
ALL:  COOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-NNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!1!!!ONE!!!1!!!!ELEVENTYTRILLIONBILLIONMILLION!!!!1~
…y’know, I am  gonna kinda miss doing that.
[The entire cast & crew engages in a 20-second group hug.  Venomous breaks the silence.]
VENOMOUS:  Awright, guys, we still have a blog to run for now.
…with a story from a couple weeks back about how Cleveland Browns rookie  head coach Mike Pettine has selected veteran Brian Hoyer to start at quarterback, rather than Johnny Football.
Brian Hoyer was named the starting quarterback of the Cleveland Browns for the regular-season opener Sept. 7 at Pittsburgh.
[…]
“Like I said all along, it’s been my mentality this whole offseason, training camp to come out here and act like the starter and be the starter,” Hoyer said Wednesday. “So now that it’s official we can just move on and get ready for St. Louis.”
While Hoyer has only four career starts — and went 3-0 with the Browns before tearing his anterior cruciate ligament in 2013 — his biggest advantages were experience and leadership.
“He was the clear leader from the beginning,” Pettine said. “We’ve maintained all along that if it was close, I would prefer to go with the more experienced player. Brian has done a great job in the meeting rooms and with his teammates on the practice field and in the locker room.”
What he’s not  telling you, of course, is that Manziel thoroughly outplayed Hoyer in the preseason.
Even Yahoo!, in the article, tries to blow smoke up one’s ass in stating:
Manziel, drafted 22nd overall in May, played only two seasons at Texas A&M in an offense designed to win at that level. The Browns want him to get more time in an NFL offense before asking him to beat NFL defenses. Manziel was not great statistically in two games.
Except what they’re  not telling you is that, as badly as Manziel may have played…Hoyer played worse.
Fact is, neither one looked all that great.  But Manziel outplayed the “crafty ‘veteran'” (four games experience…yeah, right)…and besides, he’s the 1st rounder, and the future.  Hoyer isn’t.
And if you’re drafting a quarterback in the first round…that almost invariably means you suck, and you’re not going anywhere in the next year or three.  So why not get Johnny Football the experience he needs now?  I mean, it’s not like Cleveland’s going anywhere anytime soon, y’know?
He also showed immaturity Monday night, Pettine said, when he raised his middle finger to the Redskins’ bench in response to heckling from the sideline.
I’d start Manziel for that alone.
But that’s me.
On to the football.  Phil Young and my Arlington Heights Yellow Jackets have their annual “Week 0” clunker (now that they’re no longer playing Azle) Friday evening against the (White Settlement, TX) Brewer Bears.
Brewer almost qualifies as one of my anti-teams (a la SMUT and Ar-Kansas) because my first-ever fiancée (no, not the First Wife™) came from Dear Old Brewer High (which brings back memories of Weatherford High kicking Brewer’s asses all over the field right after the fiancée screwed me over, and me screaming my fool head off for Weatherford…but that’s another post), so I’ve kinda had it in for the Bears ever since.
Bears’ll probably win, though, so it’s likely another 5-5 year for AHHS.
Saturday, Gary Patterson’s TCU Horned Frogs – who may actually read This Fine Blog™, because they’ve finally taken my advice – begin their season at home against Samford University.
Samford is interesting because their head coach is former TCU coach Pat Sullivan, who guided the Froggies to their last Southwest Conference championship (albeit a three-way tie for the aforementioned, it was a championship).  Sullivan will not attend the game due to medical reasons.
It won’t matter, because Sullivan or no Sullivan, this game’s gonna be a major squash – with any luck, so much so that we’ll see TCU back in the top 25 next week.
Tonight, the Allas Cowboys (still no D) have their last preseason game at home against King Peyton Manning (as opposed to his sister brother, Queen Elisha) and the Denver Broncos.
It’ll be a chance for the Cowgirl faithful to let Owner Jethro have it one more time for letting Demarcus Ware walk.  And I desperately hope they give it to him every time Ware’s visage gets pasted upon that Jumbotron.
The wildcard games for this weekend will be: Florida Atlantic at #22 Nebraska (don’t ask me why, but I still have a soft spot in my heart for Bo Pelini, even though he’s a lousy head coach), West Virginia against #2 Alabama (it’ll be interesting to see how badly Nick Saban takes his frustrations from last year out on the Mountaineers), and #16 Clemson going to the Dawg Pound vs. #12 Georgia.  These games will be on Saturday.
Additionally, tonight we’ll have Smurf Turf F-Head State minus Chrissi “Trick Play” Peterson going down to Oxford, MS to take on #18 Ole Miss.
(Incidentally, in case you missed it, all my picks in the wildcard games are in boldface.)
We’re back Sunday or Monday with something resembling a recap.  In the meantime…my message to Humble DevilDog is: Yeah, I’m calling them TCU again.  Don’t like it?  Get your ass back here & start commenting again, Marine!
[SCENE:  Onboard ISS Vengeance, inside Admiral Darth Venomous’ quarters.  Lt. T-Bone McManx, ship’s communications officer, has just entered & handed His Rudeness™ a data padd.
Venomous takes the padd, reads it, and hangs his head in grieving.  After a moment, he looks up.]
VENOMOUS:  Thank you, T-bone, that’ll be all.
T-BONE McMANX:  Aye, sir.  [McManx exits.]
[Venoumous slumps in his chair as if badly discouraged.  He remains that way for minutes, then straightens and reaches for the comm panel.]
VENOMOUS:  Venomous to Korrioth.
[A brief pause, then the general’s booming voice crashes through the speaker.]
KORRIOTH:  nuqneH?
VENOMOUS:  Come to my quarters, please, General.
[One can almost hear the hesitation in Korrioth’s response.  The last time the admiral requested Korrioth’s presence in his cabin, it wasn’t a pleasant thing.]
KORRIOTH:  On my way.
[Two minutes later, Korrioth is standing at attention in front of the admiral.]
KORRIOTH:  Reporting as ordered, m’lord.
[Venomous hands Korrioth the padd.  Korrioth begins to read.]
StarTrek.com is saddened to report the passing of Arlene Martel, who died on August 12 following a heart attack. The veteran television and film actress had a career that spanned parts of seven decades, dating back to the golden age of television, but she was arguably best known for her role as T’Pring in the “Amok Time” episode of Star Trek: The Original Series.
[Korrioth finishes and looks back at the admiral.  It is difficult to deal with the news of the death of his mother, even moreso in front of his superior officer.  Venomous breaks the silence.]
VENOMOUS:  Take whomever you need with you, my friend.  Our next mission can wait.
KORRIOTH:  Admiral, I…I would request the entire senior staff accompany me.  Including yourself, sir.
[Venomous ponders this a moment, then looks back up at his half-Vulcan, half-Klingon exec, saying nothing. He then reaches for the comm panel.]
VENOMOUS:  Venomous to bridge.  Mr. K’hadibak’h.
K’HADIBAK’H (through the speaker):  Bridge. K’hadibak’h.
VENOMOUS:  Set course for Vulcan, K’ha.  Maximun warp.
K’HADIBAK’H (through the speaker):  Aye, sir.
VENOMOUS (looking back at Korrioth):  It would be my honor, General.
[Cut to exterior view as ISS Vengeance  shoots into warp.]
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The Realm™ offers its condolences to Arlene Martel’s family.
DIS chu’ botIvjaj!
qaStaHvIS DISvam, reH qaDmeylIj DacharghmeH yapjaj HoSlIj, ‘ej not nIHoSmoHtaHbogh qaDmey DaHutlhjaj.
(May you all enjoy the new year!
During this year, may you always be strong enough to overcome your challenges, and may you never lack for challenges to keep you strong.)
Qapla’!
KORRIOTH:  And with a tolerable accent, too.  You honor us, Admiral.
VENOMOUS:  I try.
Happy New Year, Denizens.
[SCENE:  On the near-powerless bridge of ISS Vengeance.  Admiral Darth Venomous and General Korrioth are overseeing a minor refit of the communications module.  Chief Engineer Ozymandias McCool carries a solid-state console module in his arms, awaiting instruction from Venomous.]
VENOMOUS:  Anytime you’re ready, McCool.
OZY McCOOL:  Aye, sir.
[McCool slides the module into the empty slot.  Power comes to life on the bridge – for about two seconds.
Massive sparkage flies from the just-installed module, sending all three diving for cover.  (Well, Korrioth & McCool, anyway.  Venomous merely turns away with a disgusted look on his face.)
Venomous turns & glares at McCool.]
OZY McCOOL (looking very  nervous at the moment):  As I suspected, m’lord.  Major flaw in the J2 circuit.
VENOMOUS:  Fine.  And in whose head is Kor going to sink his bat’leth this  time?
OZY McCOOL:  Personally, I’d start with the union writers.  They’ve got all manner of plot devices up their sleeves, and they’ve had it in for you ever since you beheaded Allan.
KORRIOTH:  Point.
VENOMOUS (chuckling):  Mheh.  That’s what I like about you guys – no foolin’ around, cut to the chase.  Okay, Kor, see to it.
KORRIOTH:  (grunt)
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Okay, we’re officially back online here, and all it cost me was my primary keyboard.  Fry’s will be furnishing me a replacement shortly.
In the meantime, we’ll catch up on the Perfect Football Weekend™ beginning tonight – Heights will play its annual one-and-done playoff game this evening, and I’ve some thoughts on Incognito-Juanita Martin (and no – that’s not a typo.)
Oh…and anyone who even dares breathe  the number “51” dies.  You have been warned.
Denizens, this week’s episode of the Perfect Football Weekend begins with that unconvicted criminal, Ray Lewis (RET-Baltimore Ravens), whining & sniveling about the Ravens’ victory in Super Bowl XLVII.
(As you may remember, the lights went out during the third quarter for about half an hours; upon restoration, the San Transexual Fairy-Whiners staged a comeback.)
The Baltimore Ravens led by 22 when the lights went out in the Superdome during Super Bowl XLVII. Ray Lewis is convinced that bizarre occurrence was far from a coincidence.
On the Ravens’ “America’s Game” documentary, Lewis hinted without much subtlety that the power outage may have been a ploy to help the 49ers regroup.
“I’m not gonna accuse nobody of nothing — because I don’t know facts,” Lewis said, according to USA Today. “But you’re a zillion-dollar company, and your lights go out? No. No way.
“You cannot tell me somebody wasn’t sitting there and when they say, ‘The Ravens [are] about to blow them out. Man, we better do something.’ … That’s a huge shift in any game, in all seriousness. And as you see how huge it was because it let them right back in the game.”
Well, for saying you’re “not gonna accuse nobody of nothing” – you seem to be accusing someone – you just don’t know whom.
As for this “can’t tell me” bullshit – son, you cannot tell me  you weren’t involved in a double murder down around Atlanta 13 years ago.
Can you?
Let’s get on with the football.  It’s the 91st edition of the old Arlington Heights-Paschal rivalry tonight Saturday night (damn you, Intelligence —Venomous) at Farrington Field in Fort Worth, and I’m gonna go out on a limb and call for a Yellow Jacket victory, given that the Panthers have been generally atrocious the last few years.
If I’m wrong, expect me to be the first one to call for Phillip Young’s head.
Also Saturday, Gary Patterson’s 24th-ranked Texas Christian Horned Frogs have their home opener (last week notwithstanding) against Division I-AA Southeast Lousiana.  Vegas has the Froggies as a 42½-point home favorite, and Gary – if he wants even a sniff at the national championship – best cover and then some.
In addition, Turner Gill’s Liberty Flames have their home opener against Monmouth (Miles Austin’s alma mater).  We may not even need a SpatulaLine here, as Monmouth doesn’t look like their very good.
UPDATE:  Great Honkin’ Cthulhu, what the hell was I on when I was spelling half this stuff?
And if you’re ready for some football, it’ll be Gary Kubiak’s Houston Texans heading westward for some Monday Night Football against the San Diego Chargers.  The Texans are a 4½-point road favorite, which generally means a field goal decides it.
We’ll see.
We’re back Tuesday for the recap.  In the meantime…
MERLIN:  Uh, m’liege?
VENOMOUS:  Yes, Wizard?
MERLIN:  What about the Cowgirlz?
VENOMOUS:  They’re not in the PFW this year, remember?
MERLIN:  Ah.
VENOMOUS:  But if it’ll make you happy, they’re at home Sunday night against the NY Football Douchebags, which means they’ll lose.
MERLIN:  As you wish, m’lord.
See you Tuesday.
[SCENE:  Aboard the ISS Vengeance, in His Rudeness’ quarters.  He is reading a padd that T-Bone McManx has just brought him.  He sighs, moves to his console comm and touches a button.]
VENOMOUS (to embedded speaker/mic):  Venomous to Korrioth.
KORRIOTH (over speaker):  nuqneH
VENOMOUS:  Come to my quarters, if you please, General.
KORRIOTH:  (grunt) On my way.
[SCENE:  Five minutes later.  Korrioth is standing at…well, we won’t call it attention, but he looks like he’s ready to tear Venomous’ head off.]
VENOMOUS:  That’s his usual pose, Narrator.  No worries.
[Uh…yes, Admiral.]
KORRIOTH (slightly annoyed by now):  Admiral, I hope you had a good reason for getting me up here.
VENOMOUS (sighing):  No, Kor, I’m afraid I don’t.  I’m granting you extended shore leave.  You are to fly to Vulcan, pick up your mother and proceed to Q’ono’S.
KORRIOTH (now with a very  wary look):  Uh…why?
[The Admiral hands Korrioth the padd]
StarTrek.com is saddened to report that veteran character actor and iconic Star Trek guest star Michael Ansara passed away on July 31 at the age of 91 following a long illness.
Ansara had a remarkably long and prolific career that spanned from 1944 to 2001 and included Abbott and Costello Meet the Mummy, Alfred Hitchcock Presents, Broken Arrow (on which he starred as Cochise), The Fugitive, Gunsmoke, I Dream of Jeannie, It’s Alive, Buck Rogers in the 25th Century, Fantasy Island, Murder, She Wrote, Babylon 5 and such late-career animated projects as Batman, SubZero, Batman Beyond and his final credit, 2001’s Batman: Vengeance; he voiced Dr. Victor Fries/Mr. Freeze in all of those Batman iterations.
Star Trek fans, of course, embraced Ansara for his performance as the Klingon commander, Kang, in the Star Trek: The Original Series episode “Day of the Dove.” Later, when Star Trek exploded into a cultural phenomenon, Ansara became a favorite at conventions and on cruises. Decades passed and, in 1994, Ansara made a triumphant return to televised Trek, reprising his role as Kang in the Deep Space Nine hour “Blood Oath.” Ansara played Kang yet again in the 1996 Voyager episode “Flashback”…
[Korrioth stares at the padd, a dispassionate look on his face.  A low rumble begins in his throat.  Then, almost without warning, Korrioth throws his head back and…]
KORRIOTH:  YYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[He straightens and faces Venomous]
KORRIOTH:  I will require K’hadibak’h & McCool to accompany me, Admiral.
VENOMOUS:  Take them, my friend. They’re on detached assignment to you for as long as you need.
KORRIOTH:  Thank you, sir.  With your permission…?
[Venomous nods his assent, and Korrioth exits.]
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The Realm™ extends its condolences to the Ansara family.
The long-awaited Perfect Football Weekend™ overview…
K’HADIBAK’H:  “Long-awaited”, m’liege?
VENOMOUS:  By me, K’ha.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Ah.
…will appear in this space sometime next week.
Stay tuned.
As previously mentioned here, the Generalette and myself will commence our annual summer leave/respite/sabbatical/vacation starting at exactly 1700 hours. I leave the Southern Command HQ in the capable hands of Number One.
NUMBER ONE: Thank you sir!
SG RAYEGUN: You know the procedure Number One, just follow it to the letter and I’m confident I will have an office to come back to that will be in one piece. Keep SCG-1 on alert status and I want HALO ONE fueled and fully armed at all times. Understood?
NUMBER ONE: Yessir!!
SG RAYEGUN: Also, make sure the surveillance team watches out for the Excelsior II Vengeance. That damn ship seems to drop out of hyperspace at all the inconvenient times, especially when the Klingon is driving!
NUMBER ONE: Understood sir.
SG RAYEGUN: Dismissed™
And with that I shall do this:
{LURK MODE ENGAGED}
[SCENE:  Deep inside that sector of the Fifth Intergalatic Realm™ known as the Southern Command.  Slow pan to a point about 140 degrees from the opening shot.
We then see a spatial displacement come into view.  The translucent shimmer becomes the faint outlines of an image, which then coalesces into an oversized, seemingly-upside-down Klingon Bird-of-Prey.
Cut to:  the bridge of the recently repaired ISS Pegasus, which has just decloaked someplace it was not previously known to be.]
VENOMOUS:  And that’s a problem, Narrator?
KORRIOTH:  Well, we usually file a flight plan with someone, y’know.
VENOMOUS:  Look, Bumpy, when I go on vacation, I don’t give a shit if anyone  know where I’m gonna be…
K’HADIBAK’H:  Uh, guys…
KORRIOTH:  …you know, so a certain Black Helicopter Fleet™ isn’t tempted to engage in…
[At that very moment, the bridge is rocked violently, back & forth.  Cut to previous external view, and the Bird-of-Prey is now surrounded by what seems to be four Husnock warships, each taking turns firing on Pegasus.
Cut back to Pegasus’  bridge.]
KORRIOTH:  …target practice.
K’HADIBAK’H:  Four warships, Admiral.  IDs… [Kha double-checks his board] …it’s the Black Helicopter Fleet™, sir.
T-BONE McMANX:  Admiral, we’re being hailed.
VENOMOUS (with a very  annoyed look on his face):  (sigh) On screen.
[On the viewscreen, space is replaced by a very familiar image.]
VENOMOUS:  Supreme General Rayegun.
RAYEGUN:  What did I tell you about coming through the Southern Command™ without proper permittage-ery?
VENOMOUS:  And what did I tell you about the Southern Command™ being part of my  Realm™?
[The Supreme General of the Realm™ renders what could only be described as a smart-assed smirk.]
RAYEGUN:  Damned straight, Narrator.
VENOMOUS:  I do  hope you’re enjoying your new toys, General.  Figures you’d hog ’em all and not share…
RAYEGUN:  Funny you should mention that…
[Cut to external view.  Yet another spatial displacement shimmers & coalesces into a fifth Husnock battlecruiser.
Cut back to Pegasus’  viewscreen.
RAYEGUN:  Meet your new flagship, Admiral – ISS Vengeance.
[It’s a Realm™ first:  Admiral Darth Venomous…is speechless.]
RAYEGUN:  What did I tell you, Korrioth?
KORRIOTH:  Five hundred credits on their way, General.
VENOMOUS:  Wait.  You had a bet  on this…?
[Rayegun & Korrioth look away & adopt feral grins as we fade to black…]
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IN THE SOUTHERN COMMAND – She had been christened Excelsior II.
That was before I got it out on Texas State Highway 130.  (For the Uninitiated™, that’s the Austin-to-San Antonio toll road, where the speed limits run up to 85.  Not that anyone ever observes them…heh…heh…heh…)
This car makes the original Excelsior  feel like driving my old Cavalier.
Damn.  Just, damn. 
[SCENE:  Deep space.  His Rudeness, Lord Darth Venomous is on his way back from a (ahem) personal errand…]
VENOMOUS:  I don’t think I like the tone of your “voice”, Narrator.
[And just what were you doing out of pocket for so long, (sarc) my liege????? (/sarc) (As if we didn’t…gakkkkk…akkkkk)]
VENOMOUS:  Comprehension & cognizant thinking aren’t your strong suits, are they, dickweed?  (looks offstage, as the Narrator drops to the floor with a very  hollow sound)  Awright, Understudy, your turn.
[…from a personal errand, and is traveling in his personal courier, the Scorpion-class Excelsior.
A blinking console light catches the Admiral’s attention.  He opens a channel.]
VENOMOUS:  Excelsior, Venomous.
KORRIOTH (over speaker):  Korriorh, Admiral.  Stellar cartography update for you, sir.
VENOMOUS:  Very good, Kor, shoot it through.
[He touches a few more switches and opens a separate channel to receive the download.  After five minutes, the download completes and the software channel closes.
At that very moment, everything goes dark as Excelsior  loses power & drops out of warp.
Lord Venomous sits there, non-plussed.]
VENOMOUS:  No, Narrator, just wondering what to do when I get back.
[Get back, m’lord?]
VENOMOUS:  Whether to Force-choke the p’tahk, or use my lightsaber to cut out one of his hearts.
—
Ever had an Ubuntu kernel update hose your system, Denizens?
That’s three days I’ll never get back.
Sigh.
[SCENE:  Realm™ spacedock.  Previously ready to resume her travels, ISS Pegasus  floats, adrift (save for the artificial moorings securing her), mostly powerless.
Cut to the bridge, where General Korrioth busies himself attempting to fix the latest computer crash.  In walks engineer Ozymandias McCool with padd in hand.]
KORRIOTH:  Ah, there you are, McCool.  Report, please.
[McCool is rather taken aback – he’s not used to this cordiality from the Klingon-Vulcan hybrid – but does an admirable job of recovery.]
OZY McCOOL:  Not the best news, General.  Probably another week or so to bring the main core online.  Has anyone notified the Admiral yet?
KORRIOTH (grinning wolfishly):  Oh, he knows, Commander.  He knows…
[Cut to SCENE:  Inside the Facebook energy ribbon from the original “Death” series.  From an empty view, two humans, a Klingon, a Romulan and several Bynars & Jawas crash to the floor, lifeless.
Pan the camera to a hooded figure, both arms outstreched, both hands making a Force-choke gesture.
The figure slowly moves his hands to his hood and removes it, revealing Lord Darth Venomous, whose agitated countenance includes a pair of dazzlingly bright purple eyes.]
VENOMOUS:  Does anybody else  want to try and say it’s not their fault?!?!?!
—
Okay, guys, the Big Box™ is down again – and yes, it’s because the 2TB (that’s “terabyte” to you in the Church of the SubTarded™) has crashed once again.
PFW benediction on hold until further notice – but be advised that I’m invoking Executive Fiat™ one last time.  (For details, just look below the banner.)
ThatIsAll™.
[SCENE:  Deep space.  Pegasus  is burning.
Cut to interior view, where crew members are hurrying into what passes for escape pods.  Cut to the ship’s cramped excuse-for-a-cargo bay, where His Rudeness’ personal courier, Excelsior…just blew up, narrowly missing Lord Venomous and General Korrioth.]
VENOMOUS:  So help me Cthulhu, Narrator, your union boss best get his ass to running…!
[What, you think this is my  fault?  I didn’t write this crappy screenplay!]
VENOMOUS:  Like I’m supposed to take your word for it?  After what your predecessor pulled?
[You have my word, m’liege – I’m not responsible for this  one, promise.]
VENOMOUS:  Fine, then – into an escape pod with you.
KORRIOTH:  I don’t suppose you’ve got a separating bridge module up your sleeve, do you, m’lord?
VENOMOUS (grinning maniacally):  As luck would have it…mheh.  C’mon.
—
Denizens, this time both machines blew up at very nearly the same time.  Word to the wise:  if you have an older Core 2 or AMD64, don’t  upgrade to Ubuntu 12.04 64-bit.  It no likee.
The PFW recap will be delayed another day or so while I clean things up around here.
KORRIOTH:  M’liege, a moment, if I may…?
VENOMOUS:  Certainly, Captain.  What’s on your mind?
KORRIOTH:  You maintain that the current countdown has eight days remaining, is that not so?
VENOMOUS:  That’s right, Kor.  So?
KORRIOTH:  Far be it from me to question your reasoning, Admiral, but…
[His Rudeness™ slowly raises one eyebrow]
VENOMOUS:  This better be good, Bumpy.
KORRIOTH:  …but Mr McCool & I, in going back over the archives, noticed that whereas Zero Hour™ this year occurs on a Monday, previous  countdowns this time of year always occurred on a Saturday.  We were simply curious as to what changed.
{Two and two come together in His Rudeness’™ mind as glowing purple eyes widen to near the size of quarters.  He snatches Korrioth’s padd from his hand.]
VENOMOUS:  Gimme that…  (scans the padd)  Well, whaddya know?  You’re absolutely, bang-on, right-on-the-nose right, Kor.
[The Klingon-Vulcan hybrid stands just a little straighter at the sound of his commander’s approval, then his own eyes turn into quarters at Venomous’ next words.]
VENOMOUS:  Nice work…General.
KORRIOTH:  Uh…sir…?
VENOMOUS:  A long-overdue promotion, Kor.  This just confirms what I should’ve done a long time ago.
KORRIOTH:  Th-thank you, m’lord.
VENOMOUS:  Report to the quartermaster immediately and get re-outfitted, General.  I’ll see that they expect you.
KORRIOTH:  At once, Admiral.  [He turns to go.]
VENOMOUS:  …General Korrioth…?
[Korrioth stops short and turns.]
VENOMOUS (nodding):  Nice work.
KORRIOTH (straightening):  Thank you, sir.  [He turns and leaves.]
VENOMOUS (muttering to himself):  …Venomous, you senile old bastard…
—
Okay, then.  Eight, seven, six.