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I’m reluctant to dip back into this Carrie Prejean/Miss California USA story, but the fallout keeps getting sillier.  Today, it’s the huffy resignation of one of the senior pageant officials, Shanna Moakler, because she ” no longer believes” in the pageant organization.

Moakler, a former Miss USA, said she could not stay with [Donald] Trump’s Miss Universe organization “when I no longer believe in it.” 

As the Miss California USA co-executive director, Moakler did not hide her displeasure with Prejean during the controversy over her same-sex marriage comments and the emergence of semi-nude photos.

Well, fair enough.  One has to maintain one’s principles, after all.

“I want to be a role model for young women with high hopes of pageantry, but now I feel it more important to be a role model for my children.  I am sorry and I hope I have not let any young supporters down, but wish them the best of luck in fulfilling their dreams,” she said.

Yes, what a principled thing to do.  And even better – it’s For the Children!

Moakler, a former Playboy centerfold, and her fellow co-director Keith Lewis, lobbied Trump to dump Prejean.

Principles, baybee!

I remember how disappointed I was to learn that the Syracuse University sports teams were called the Orangemen just because one of the school colors happens to be orange, and that the name had absolutely nothing to do with the Battle of the Boyne or Ulster politics.

Too bad.

Now, I understand, they simply call themselves the “Orange” so as not to offend anyone with pesky sexist suffixes.

Even worse.

(N.B.  I have absolutely no connection with Syracuse whatsoever.  My brother was an undergrad at Hamilton and he and his friends used to go over and watch the basketball games, but that’s about it.)

UPDATE: Thinking on this a bit further….Hamilton’s own mascot is the Continentals.  I always thought that was an excellent name.  As for the People’s Glorious Soviet of Middletown? We were the Cardinals.  Eh.  Somewhat worse than the Amherst Lord Jeffs (even though Lord Jeffrey himself was a buffoon), but certainly better than the Williams Purple Cows.

Of course, the Generals (naturally pronounced “Gen’ruls”) is the only possible mascot for Dubyanell.

Port Authority: On what makes a vintage fortified wine, and why its makers need Americans to buy it.

Surely you don’t think I’m going to pass up linking an article like this one?

My old father was a long-time collector of wines, as a few of you who remember the occassional comment he used to drop at the Llamas on the subject might remember.  In his cellar he kept a couple of cases of the Sandeman ’66.   It became something of a family tradition at Christmas every year to hound and hector the old gentleman until he finally consented to decanting a bottle.  He always grumbled about it, but in the end he always did it.

I couldn’t have been much older than 12 or 13 when I started regularly imbibing my holiday glass (soon to become glasses).   The old boy’s only condition was that I also have some Stilton cheese with it, his argument being that the one taste deserved the other and that failing to enjoy both together constituted a waste.

A glass of wine with Sir Basil.

charlie_brown Robbo’s Tribe pulled off quite a creditably victory last evening, defeating our opponent Tigers by a score of 16-11 and bringing our record to 3-3-1.  We are now in solid possession of third place in our division.

During the game, the umpire kept warning off our dugout for its habit of breaking into collective war-whoops when we were at bat and discombobulating the other team’s pitcher.  Of course I went along with the ump, perfunctorily shushing the gels now and again, but secretly smiling to myself about our enthusiasm. 

I must say that although I have frequent nightmares about screwing things up, I am enjoying this managerial gig tremendously.   The crew is visibly coming together and learning to work as a unit, just about all of the gels are blossoming and a few of them are, as my old crew coach used to say, gettin’  hongry.  It’s nice to think that my humble efforts have something to do with all this.


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