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God didn't make me pretty...he made me cool!

Toots are poop signals.

Finn had a good time on the soccer field today too, scoring a goal and running really hard chasing the ball all over the field. Here are some videos so you can see what I mean:

Elliot had a big day today.  He spent three hours this morning testing for his green belt.  Lisa said the board-breaking was a bit of a challenge for him...but so it was for the adult who was testing for the same belt too.  He made it to the soccer field just as the game started.  He played really well despite being tired and having almost nothing for lunch...running all over the field, scoring a goal and also playing some great defense.  Hardly any balls made it past mid-field on his watch.  Here are some photos:

A couple weeks back the LA Times ran a story of the same title, an interesting and rare behind-the-scenes look at an NFL officiating crew as it prepared to work a game.  Sports nuts should give it a read.  The degree to which the officials' performance is scrutinized by the league is interesting...they're even graded on how "athletic and tidy" they look in uniform.

Back when we were the vanguard of the nascent Lipscomb grunge scene, I got the idea for a joke.  After the first song of a performance, a band is greeted by a tepid response.  Instead of asking for louder vocals or whatever, the band asks the sound man: "Can I get a little applause in the monitors?"  Actually, I think my rocking days were over by the time I got that inspiration, but maybe Matt put that line to use when I gave it to him.

Anyway, today's article titled "On Stump, Low-Key Thompson Stirs Few Sparks" by Adam Nagourney in the NY Times jogged my memory about that joke:

Twenty-four minutes after he began speaking in a small restaurant the other day, Fred D. Thompson brought his remarks to a close with a nod of his head and an expression of thanks to Iowans for allowing him to “give my thoughts about some things.”

Then he stood face to face with a silent audience.

“Can I have a round of applause?” Mr. Thompson said, drawing a rustle of clapping and some laughter.

“Well, I had to drag that out of you,” he said.