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Egg on his face

As I noted yesterday, Matt Painter had little reason to leave Purdue for Missouri. It didn’t really add up. But the St. Louis Post Disptach’s Bernie Miklasz seemed to have the story nailed. Yesterday, things just looked very good for Mizzou. Today, Miklasz wrote that Painter took the job and was going to West Lafayette to say goodbye to his team.

Except he wasn’t. In fact, Painter did consider the Missouri deal, but it just wasn’t enough to lure him away from his home state and his alma mater. Painter signed a contract extension through 2018-19.

There’s a lot to be excited about right now with Purdue basketball. We are moving into our new offices and locker room complex over the next couple of weeks. Our program is built on hard work, and we are ready to get back to improving as a team and a staff. At the end of the day, my heart is at Purdue, and this is a place where I want to win a national championship.


For Miklasz’s part, the crow eating is in progress. Miklasz went so far as to suggest Painter would make an appearance at the Cardinals’ opener at Busch Stadium tomorrow. Sounds like someone gone overboard with some anonymous sources.

Is Bernie red-faced? Well, yeah.

At Lafayette’s Journal and Courier, the sports staff should celebrate. They did enough on-the-record reporting and showed the patience not to report something as fact even when other, larger organizations were reporting it. They trusted their instincts and didn’t rush to be first, only to be right.

Good job.

What’s wrong with me? (Or Some Schadenfreude is Fun)

Why is it that last night’s thumping of Purdue by Virginia Commonwealth didn’t give me a warm glow into this week? Last night, I spent nearly an hour cackling as I watched VCU force Purdue into some awful shots and as VCU hit some shots to extend its lead to nearly 20 over the Boilers. But today, I find myself feeling bad for JaJuan Johnson E’Twuan Moore and Robbie Hummel. Good ballplayers, guys you’d root for (if not for the “Purdue” across their chests). Matt Painter is a respectable guy. I didn’t want the Boilermakers in the Final Four, but humiliation at the hands of Virginia Commonwealth, well that gives me no joy.

You know what makes me giddy? Well, if you didn’t hear the news out of Knoxville, Tennessee coach Bruce Pearl lost his job today.

He’s always struck me as a little obnoxious. I’m no Illinois fan (as badly as I wanted the Illini to beat Kansas last night), but Pearl’s setup of Deon Thomas and Jimmy Collins was deplorable. And then to justify it by suggesting Illinois “broke rules,” when no evidence of such was uncovered makes the latest set of Pearl rules violations so deliciously rich.

Where Purdue’s loss to VCU rated a “4″ on the schadenfreude meter, Pearl’s firing measured a “6.” What has me enjoying the sweet, sweet taste of schadenfreude today? Of course, it’s the news out of Glendale, Ariz. This has the potential to shoot up to “10!”

Yes, an injury to Jake Peavy has me giggling like a schoolgirl. White Sox fans have crowed about the big trade (of Clayton Richard among others) that landed Jake Peavy in 2009, while he was on the DL. When he finally came back to the White Sox, he was dominant in a few shortened starts in meaningless September games. In 2010, he struggled until July when he suffered a major injury that ended his season.

All we’ve heard this spring training is how healthy Peavy is and how hard he’s throwing (although he has lost a good 3-5 mph off his fastball). I’ll grant the guy knows how to pitch, but yesterday’s revelation that he’s been rehabbing through rotator cuff tendinitis brings back warm and fuzzy memories of Mark Prior, only this time the smug Sox fans get to live it.

I expect Peavy to return around June 1, and he’ll steal every penny the Sox will pay him the next few years. Unless, of course, he suffers a major injury ending his career. That will shoot the schadenfreude meter past 10. Cheering an injury?

What the Hell is wrong with me?

18-month checkup…

After one of my adoring fans mentioned yesterday that he noticed I haven’t posted in six months (and I had to correct him to say it’s been 18 months instead), I thought it would be appropriate to catch up. Where have I been since March 28, 2009?

  • Mrs. and I closed on the sale of our townhouse and bought a single family house a couple miles east. It’s a great home in a great neighborhood, and even though it’s been a lot of work, we couldn’t be happier with it.
  • My sister, with whom I work, provided me with a niece, which meant extra work during the time she was on maternity leave.
  • After a couple of months of working on the house, Mrs. informed me of a coming arrival. This required much more work on the house and furnishings within.
  • In March 2010, said arrival arrived, at halftime of this game. Very considerate to his mother.
  • Said arrival and I became fast friends, despite vast generational differences and a language barrier. Funny how that happens.
Well, I’m back and I’ll try to resume semi-regular postings. In 18-months EVERYTHING can change. Back then, everyone told me conservatism is dead. I expect that in a few weeks everyone will try to explain liberalism is dead. (Neither is true.)
We Cubs fans are a year into the so-far failed Ricketts Family era. It’s become comical.
Not too long ago, hockey in Chicago was nothing more than a rumor. Now, the Blackhawks are the team to watch in the winter.
A new mayor will be running Chicago in a few months. I expect the mayoral race to further ruin my faith in humanity. Let’s remind ourselves that while those running for office are human too, they really are politicians.

Who would have predicted?


Apology accepted? Aw, Hell, why not?

Apology accepted? Aw, Hell, why not?

Just four months ago, Christopher Buckley paused from writing brilliant novels to endorse Barack Obama, an interesting stunt since he told conservatives to shut up and be happy with John McCain (Buckley’s favorite) just eight months prior in a New York Times Op-Ed piece.

The humiliation of the son of the father of modern conservatism endorsing Obama was to be a death knell to conservatism itself. The flagship National Review, of which Christopher Buckley owns shares inherited from William F. Buckley himself, “fired” him (although the magazine insists nothing of the sort happened).

I can tell you conservatism is alive and well. With every billion forked over to “save” AIG (so far the cash is saving AIG the same way Neifi Perez “saved” the 2005 and 2006 Cubs’ seasons), you’ll see conservatives enjoy a resurgence. It’s sad that it’s taken this for Congressional Republicans to find religion and for Americans to figure out that Keynesian (and neosocialist) policies are exacerbating the problems.

At any rate, back in October, a prescient if not persistent blogger wrote:

Buckley is convinced that  Obama will quickly learn that his desire to raise taxes on the five percent of Americans who tend to employ other Americans and to raise capital gains taxes and to strip down NAFTA and every other free trade agreement would be disastrous. That’s too big a gamble to make.

 Buckley indeed thought Obama was going to just come to his senses.

But having a first-class temperament and a first-class intellect, President Obama will (I pray, secularly) surely understand that traditional left-politics aren’t going to get us out of this pit we’ve dug for ourselves. If he raises taxes and throws up tariff walls and opens the coffers of the DNC to bribe-money from the special interest groups against whom he has (somewhat disingenuously) railed during the campaign trail, then he will almost certainly reap a whirlwind that will make Katrina look like a balmy summer zephyr.

The prayers, both secular and sacred have gone unanswered.  Spending bills are measured in the Billions. Good firms like Northern Trust are shamed into booking Earth, Wind and Fire for their clients (because the government insisted on giving them capital) when the taxpayers directly paid for Earth, Wind and Fire to play in front of Obama’s clients at the White House. (I’m not saying Obama shouldn’t have entertainment there; I’m just wondering when Barney Frank and John Kerry decry such behavior as inappropriate.)

AIG received anothe $30 Billion today. The details of Obama’s budget are trickling out.  Christopher Buckley, maybe having an epiphany on the anniversary of his great father’s death, has awakened!

I don’t want to say that I told you so, but…

About Rick Santelli…

Yesterday’s rant has made him the household name du jour.

I have a secret for you: he’s right. I’ve made money on investments. I’ve lost money on investments — big investments, too.  Some of my losses weren’t because I made uninformed decisions. Chance played a big role in it. But I played, and I knew the rules of the game, and I took on the risk I was comfortable with. Maybe the floor of CME group’s Board of Trade isn’t a statistical cross-section of America, but Santelli’s correct. Let bad mortgages go into foreclosure, or let the banks broker their own deals with their borrowers, but let them figure it out for themselves. If the asset is truly worthless, it’ll go to zero in value. Problem is, somebody will take a flyer on just about anything so long as they feel it’s at the right price. The market is simply nature.  Government can try to play God, but not even God attempts to do the things government troes to do. We cried for the government to do something about oil and gas prices. Get those fat cat speculators and Big Oil execs bringing in big bucks last summer when oil was $145/barrel.  We did nothing. What did it give us? $33/barrel oil and $1.80/gallon gas. Now we’re supposed to do something so we don’t grow more dependent on oil. (I don’t know; I think doing nothing did a good job of weaning us off gas guzzlers, and it also helped bring oil down.) The left hasn’t hesitated to skewer Rick. I could bore you with links to Democratic Underground, or Huffington Post or Wonkette, but if you want to go there, do it on your own time.  The White House is on board. Robert Gibbs even got personal with Santelli. How dare a derivatives trader (cue evil music) question the benign law professor? It is fun when the official spokesman of the President takes aim at a private citizen for daring express his opinion.

(By the way, nice softball from that reporter: “Calm the unwashed masses. Let them know how our Lord and Savior President is going to deliver us all from evil.” Santelli responds quite simply: Contract law must be sacred. Chris “I want to run as a Democrat from Pennsylvania, but I HAVE CREDIBILITY DAMMIT AS A JOURNALIST IGNORE THE FACT I WAS ON TIP O’NEIL’S PAYROLL AND JIMMY CARTER’S PAYROLL BUT SCREW RICK SANTELLI WHOSE CREDIBILITY IS IMPEACHED BY A VOTE FOR JOHN MCCAIN IN NOVEMBER” Matthews equates Rick Santelli to Ebeneezer Scrooge.

One point the Leftist blogs have made is that Santelli is a hack. He cheerleaded for TARP and bank bailouts last year, and now he’s bitching about the homeowner’s bailout. Very good point. Santelli’s sarcasm is obviously very subtle.

Now if only we can get him to run for the U.S. Senate, the Governor’s office, or Mark Kirk’s seat.