This past summer, a new pattern idea caught the eye of my sister and me.  It’s called the Scoreboard Knit Along  where one sets up a scarf, knit in the round – each row represents a point scored during the season.  Generally, two main colors (from your team) are chosen. Color 1 is used for your team’s points; color 2 for your opponents’ points.  Some people use a third color to knit a separator row between games.

I chose to use all three colors for the New Orleans Saints: Black, Gold and White. Because I wanted more variation and interest in what would be a very long finished piece, I decided to use black for the saints scores, and alternate gold and white for the opponents scores.  I separated games by purling the final rows of each.  My sister also decided we should augment these ridiculous things with beads to make them even more ridiculous! (In hindsight, I regret it because the beads catch and snag the scarf when it’s folded up.)

In this 2015 season, the games the Saints played in had a combined 984 points.  That is a lot of knitting, and because the pattern called for a mid-weight yarn, this thing ended up over 14 feet in length. At least the pattern connects the ends, so the scarf ends up doubled on itself, so the result is only 7 feet long.

ONLY. SEVEN. FEET. Hahahahahaha!



This is probably the most ridiculous thing I have ever crafted, and if you know me at all, that’s really saying something. So, now, what does one DO with an 8 pound, striped, although quite cuddly and squishy, because I used nice yarn, monstrosity?

If I wrap it around my neck 4 or 5 times, it’s impossible to move, but is comforting.  Hey! Just like one of those travel neck pillows:


It’s the perfect length for a good leash:



I could freak out the children and tell them there is a giant python in the living room trying to ingest their dog!


Or perhaps, Rapunzel Hair for halloween…


We live in an old house. Maybe, this is the perfect item to block those cold, drafty doorway openings:



Hm. Yeah, it makes a pretty good straight jacket.


I think this is my personal favorite. I hate unannounced visits from people I do not know. Especially solicitors – anyone going door to door must be discouraged from coming near my place. What looks from the street much like a huge snake on the porch may deter a few annoying people.  Would you risk it?


Ah. Scarfzilla  – the possibilities are endless.



So, my sister occasionally creates a voodoo doll for the bigger games during the football season. This is “Carrie the Death Star,” named for a good friend of hers who is a devoted Cowboys fan.

I don’t really know what’s going on here, other than Carrie has escaped the Voodoo Lounge and is diving into a beer.


I, most definitely, am ready for some football!


It’s no secret that baseball is my second favorite sport, next to Saints football. I can pretty much watch a game between any two teams and enjoy myself. Over the past years, however, I’ve not been a big fan of college baseball because it seemed so much like they were just slamming the ball as hard as they could. The aluminum bats that were used over the past decade or two made that style of play possible.

If you look over series past, you see a lot of scores like 11 to 7, 19 to 10 and so on. Of course it did help force the development of more elusive style pitchers in the vein of Maddox.

This past year, though, NCAA changed the bats to dull them. Combine that with larger stadiums and college ball has shifted back to a style a little closer to the majors. The teams have been forced to return to using strategy over brute strength. It showed in the UCLA-LSU game two nights ago, where UCLA strictly relied on the short game and out-maneuvered their opponent by a score of 2-1. It was a fantastic game, even though the team I was pulling for was on the losing end.

I like this new game much better than the home run derbies. Not boring at all.

Professional tennis can take a page from this lesson. Tennis used to be a game of serve and volley, coming into the net and forcing critical plays. Over the past few decades, however, the players use much larger racquets. Tennis has become a long game, where the players bash the shit out of the ball, baseline to baseline until their opponent makes a mistake. Boring.

Return to the fundamentals in everything you do. You will be better for it. Bigger, Better, Faster, More is for the past. Craftiness, Stealth, Cunning, Strategy is for the future.