Posted by Charlie
Wed, 05 Dec 2007 08:25:00 GMT
Well, it wasn't quite in the same league as 62-36, but a victory over Nebraska is always cause for celebration. Here's Mike, my brother, and I in the south stands of Folsom field. If it looks like we are cold - well - we were! It was freezing that day.
And of course a home victory over Nebraska requires an obligatory run onto the field:
I suppose at some point one gets to be too old to rush onto a football field with a bunch of college students, but its seems Mike and I haven't hit that age yet 
.
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Posted by Charlie
Tue, 30 Oct 2007 05:39:00 GMT
Boston Red Sox versus Colorado Rockies.
Time for Lauren, one of my best friends and lifelong Sox fan, to make it to Denver for a World Series weekend. We scored two tickets off CraigsList to see Game 3, the first World Series game ever played at Coors Field. Of course we were in the very, very, very top row of Coors Field, even above the line of purple row of seats that demarks one mile high, but no matter.
Here's Lauren more than a half hour before the start of the game - Coors Field is almost already full!
And then fifteen minutes later the national anthem sung by Carrie Underwood (you can't see her on the field because she's standing behind home plate, but you can see her face televised on the left field scoreboard).
And then Lauren looking happy after the Red Sox scored six runs in the third and me looking sad and goofy.
The Rockies actually made a game out of it, but in the end lost. That bit sucked, but it sure was a night to remember.
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Posted by Charlie
Tue, 30 Oct 2007 05:11:00 GMT
Like most American male teenagers, I loved baseball. When I discovered Bill James' incomparable Baseball Abstract in 1983 it was like finding a slice of heaven. The Baseball Abstracts were baseball for geeks - full of hypotheses that were either confirmed or refuted by masses of statistics and equations. Before long, I had programmed Lotus 1-2-3 on my parent's IBM PC (yes - one of those) to calculate all sorts of statistics about the players on my favorite team back then - the New York Mets (who were truly dreadful at the time).
But year by year my love got whittled away. Most of it was destroyed by watching the insufferable fights between multimillionaire players and owners. And then more was whittled away seeing the huge competitive disadvantages between small and large market teams - where's the fun if you know that 2/3rds of the teams have no chance of winning the World Series? And when a small market team actually did make the playoffs, the Yankees, Red Sox or one of the other privileged few inevitably swooped in and took away their best players.
By the mid-90's I'd pretty much given up on baseball. Sure I'd go to a game or two a year, either to hang out at Camden Yards when I lived in DC or at Coors Field after moving back to Denver. But that's because both fields are great ballparks, and it was always a fun evening hanging out with friends or going out on a date.
It didn't help that my new favorite team, the Rockies, were lousy. And perhaps even worse then being lousy, their roster was the definition of a revolving door. Their general manager (Dan O'Dowd) made 39 trades involving 130 players in his first three years on the job. Its hard to get excited about a team when you haven't got a clue who plays for them.
Jumping on the Bandwagon
And then the Rockies made baseball fun again this year. They're an easy team to root for - young, talented, hard-working and team-oriented - the perfect underdog. And it was clear they were getting better - anything less than a winning record this year (2007) would have been a disappointment.
By the end of August, they had met expectations. But then they put together the best September in baseball history and capped it off with one of the most extraordinary baseball games I've ever seen - a one game playoff victory against the Padres.
I was lucky enough to be at Coors Field that night - my dad had bought two tickets. And it was quite a night - you could just "feel" the Rockies were going to win until they blew a lead in the eight inning. And then a funny thing happened. The game stopped being fun and became downright scary. The capacity crowd stood from the ninth inning on - fidgeting nervously before every pitch, cheering wildly for strikes and outs and groaning with each ball or Padre hit.
And I've never heard a crowd so mercilessly boo a player off the field after Jorge Julio crushed our dreams by giving up a two run home run in the top of the thirteenth inning. And I've never heard a crowd so joyful then after Matt Holliday was called safe to win the game in the bottom of the the 13th.
If you're not into the sports then none of this makes sense. But if you are, then you understand that its greatest moments are pure joy or pure devastation. Its every bit of life all wrapped up into one moment, and its a high that makes people root for their favorite teams year after year after year until the one ultimate moment arrives.
And obviously I was hooked on baseball again.
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Posted by Charlie
Thu, 12 Jul 2007 07:50:00 GMT
Being the local IT expert, I periodically update Yue's WordPress blog. I have to say WordPress just keeps getting better and better - the latest release lets you create and modify sidebars via drag-and-drop. Nice! And being able to easily swap in and out themes is great - I'm particularly fond of Yue's latest theme.
I'm still on Typo, which seems to have found a second life recently. What's interesting is that Typo has most of WordPress's features - including drag-and-drop sidebars. But it doesn't come close to it in polish. I suppose I'll end up migrating at some point, but I'm deterred by the obvious pain that will entail. Plus I like being able to tweak my blogging software (Typo is written in Rails which I know, WordPress in in PHP which I don't). Either way, running two blogging platforms downstairs in the basement has been a great experience. I might even consider myself a competent Linux administrator now!
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Posted by Charlie
Mon, 03 Apr 2006 07:30:00 GMT
After my uncle emigrated from Ukraine to the US after World War II, he made his living as a plumber. I think I’ve inherited one or two of his genes.
We live in small bungalow, not far from downtown Denver. The house was built in 1928, and was completely remodeled about five years ago by a previous owner. For the most part we haven’t had to do too much maintenance outside of repainting the house and putting up new gutters. Except for the pipes.
At this point, I think every appliance or pipe attached to the house has broken.
My plumbing career started with the sprinkler system after Yue got fed up after paying one to many repair men to fix. Her ultimatum was either I start fixing it or it was never going to be turned on again. Well, I’ve always liked digging around in the dirt so I was more than happy to give it a go. Perhaps that was a bad idea.
The first trial was fixing a valve that wouldn’t close - thus two stations (a station is a group of sprinkler heads) were on at the same time. We don’t exactly have great water pressure, so that wasn’t working very well. After doing plenty of reading on the Internet (it’s in my nature as an INTP) I found that it’s best to rebuild a valve, as opposed to replacing it. The problem with replacing it is that you have to cut the valve out, put a new one in, and then reconnect it on both sides. Of course, our sprinkler system is ancient, so it took most of a day driving around to small hardware stores to find the right replacement kit. Having found it, I got back home, and immediately took the valve apart. Which of course meant that I had no idea how to put it back together again (yes, I’ve learned this lesson so many times in my life I don’t care to remember, I clearly suffer from an over inflated view of my ability to put things back together). Well, I tried a couple times and failed. I finally had to take apart another valve before I figured it out.
Feeling proud of myself, I tested my handiwork. Station 1 good, station 2 good, station 3 good, station 4 good, station 5 - wait, two stations were on at the same time. Except two different ones. Grrrr. Feeling like an old hand, I traced back the line and figured out which valve wasn’t working and took it apart. And found that someone had stuffed part of a blue towel into our sprinkler system at one point - it was full of cloth. Cleaned it out. Checked another valve, same thing. And another. Finally got all the valves working.
A couple weeks later, when the system automatically turned on water started bubbling up from our backyard. Not good. Time to take out the shovel and see what was up. Turned out there was a spiral fracture along the pipe. Off to Home depot to buy a hack saw, a bit of PVC, some glue, and try my hand at splicing a pipe. Luckily my brother Michael was around that day so it we made it into a fun home repair project.
About six months after that, one Saturday morning, I went downstairs and saw water running out of the ceiling. The only short-term solution I could figure out was to shut off the water supply to the house. And then call a plumber for emergency service - nothing like paying for Saturday repair costs.
That was soon followed one night by the dishwasher not draining. After taking it apart, I quickly saw the problem. The black plastic pipe used as a drain was bent at 90 degrees (pretty much the same as if you took a hose and bent it 90 degrees). Amazing it ever worked at all. Another trip to Home Depot, another few hours lying on my back in a wet damp place getting filthy.
And no, the litany doesn’t stop there. Next up was the upstairs toilet. One day the valve stopped working, so it was always draining. A bit annoying really. Another trip to Home Depot, another few hours chalked up in my new hobby. Then it was the downstairs toiler, same drill.
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, the washing machine decided to pipe up next (pun very much intended). I hadn’t noticed, but amazingly the plastic drain pipe from the washing machine was simply stuffed into another pipe. No clamp, no coupling, no nothing. Well of course one day when the washer was draining it popped out. And sprayed water over everything around it in the basement. For better or worse, we weren’t around so could only survey the damage when we got home. Thankfully there is a drain under the washing machine, so at least all the water was gone by the time we got back.
Then a few blessed months of happiness for our plumbing system - I think it went into hibernation for the winter. Nothing like a false sense of security.
Come spring time, the valve to turn on the sprinkler system broke. Now this valve is about six feet deep under the front yard - you access it by a long valve key. Against our better judgment we decided to fix it. Bad move.
We had to hire a sprinkler repair person that was a certified plumber to fix it since the valve attaches to the water main that runs from the Denver water pipe under the sidewalk to the front of the house. After an all day affair, two guys dug a hole and fixed it. Or so we thought.
Then came Saturday (yes, it’s always Saturday). In the morning I went outside and noticed a wet spot on the lawn about six feet above the sprinkler valve. Uh-oh. This is something I didn’t want to think about. By afternoon the wet spot had turned into a small trickle and by evening a little river. Ok, this did not look good - I had horrible dreams of the pipe bursting, the front yard being blasted away by the water pressure and the basement flooding. Time to figure out how to turn off the water main to our house. Nothing like playing with Denver water main valves. Luckily I managed to find a plumber who talked me through closing it over the phone without charging the obligatory several hundred dollars for coming out on a weekend. It turned out to be quite simple, if you ever need to know drop me a line. So Saturday evening, no water, no hope for water till Monday. Time to go out…all weekend.
Come Monday a plumber tells me that our water main is cast iron, is probably from 1928, and should have broken a long time ago. Probably messing with the sprinkler valve was the last straw. Time to get the back hoe, dig up the front yard, and replace the whole thing. Its really quite fun digging up your front yard, you get lots of attention from the neighbors. Until of course you get the bill - I don’t even want to talk about how much it cost. And none of it covered by insurance (a hard lesson to learn, most home insurance doesn’t cover water pipe/sewers in older homes). And while we were at it, the sprinkler valve was moved to above ground, next to the side of the house so no one ever has to worry about that again.
And that brings us to today. Can’t wait to find out what’s next.
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Posted by Charlie
Mon, 03 Apr 2006 07:30:00 GMT
After my uncle emigrated from Ukraine to the US after World War II, he made his living as a plumber. I think I’ve inherited one or two of his genes.
We live in small bungalow, not far from downtown Denver. The house was built in 1928, and was completely remodeled about five years ago by a previous owner. For the most part we haven’t had to do too much maintenance outside of repainting the house and putting up new gutters. Except for the pipes.
At this point, I think every appliance or pipe attached to the house has broken.
My plumbing career started with the sprinkler system after Yue got fed up after paying one to many repair men to fix. Her ultimatum was either I start fixing it or it was never going to be turned on again. Well, I’ve always liked digging around in the dirt so I was more than happy to give it a go. Perhaps that was a bad idea.
The first trial was fixing a valve that wouldn’t close - thus two stations (a station is a group of sprinkler heads) were on at the same time. We don’t exactly have great water pressure, so that wasn’t working very well. After doing plenty of reading on the Internet (it’s in my nature as an INTP) I found that it’s best to rebuild a valve, as opposed to replacing it. The problem with replacing it is that you have to cut the valve out, put a new one in, and then reconnect it on both sides. Of course, our sprinkler system is ancient, so it took most of a day driving around to small hardware stores to find the right replacement kit. Having found it, I got back home, and immediately took the valve apart. Which of course meant that I had no idea how to put it back together again (yes, I’ve learned this lesson so many times in my life I don’t care to remember, I clearly suffer from an over inflated view of my ability to put things back together). Well, I tried a couple times and failed. I finally had to take apart another valve before I figured it out.
Feeling proud of myself, I tested my handiwork. Station 1 good, station 2 good, station 3 good, station 4 good, station 5 - wait, two stations were on at the same time. Except two different ones. Grrrr. Feeling like an old hand, I traced back the line and figured out which valve wasn’t working and took it apart. And found that someone had stuffed part of a blue towel into our sprinkler system at one point - it was full of cloth. Cleaned it out. Checked another valve, same thing. And another. Finally got all the valves working.
A couple weeks later, when the system automatically turned on water started bubbling up from our backyard. Not good. Time to take out the shovel and see what was up. Turned out there was a spiral fracture along the pipe. Off to Home depot to buy a hack saw, a bit of PVC, some glue, and try my hand at splicing a pipe. Luckily my brother Michael was around that day so it we made it into a fun home repair project.
About six months after that, one Saturday morning, I went downstairs and saw water running out of the ceiling. The only short-term solution I could figure out was to shut off the water supply to the house. And then call a plumber for emergency service - nothing like paying for Saturday repair costs.
That was soon followed one night by the dishwasher not draining. After taking it apart, I quickly saw the problem. The black plastic pipe used as a drain was bent at 90 degrees (pretty much the same as if you took a hose and bent it 90 degrees). Amazing it ever worked at all. Another trip to Home Depot, another few hours lying on my back in a wet damp place getting filthy.
And no, the litany doesn’t stop there. Next up was the upstairs toilet. One day the valve stopped working, so it was always draining. A bit annoying really. Another trip to Home Depot, another few hours chalked up in my new hobby. Then it was the downstairs toiler, same drill.
Not wanting to miss out on the fun, the washing machine decided to pipe up next (pun very much intended). I hadn’t noticed, but amazingly the plastic drain pipe from the washing machine was simply stuffed into another pipe. No clamp, no coupling, no nothing. Well of course one day when the washer was draining it popped out. And sprayed water over everything around it in the basement. For better or worse, we weren’t around so could only survey the damage when we got home. Thankfully there is a drain under the washing machine, so at least all the water was gone by the time we got back.
Then a few blessed months of happiness for our plumbing system - I think it went into hibernation for the winter. Nothing like a false sense of security.
Come spring time, the valve to turn on the sprinkler system broke. Now this valve is about six feet deep under the front yard - you access it by a long valve key. Against our better judgment we decided to fix it. Bad move.
We had to hire a sprinkler repair person that was a certified plumber to fix it since the valve attaches to the water main that runs from the Denver water pipe under the sidewalk to the front of the house. After an all day affair, two guys dug a hole and fixed it. Or so we thought.
Then came Saturday (yes, it’s always Saturday). In the morning I went outside and noticed a wet spot on the lawn about six feet above the sprinkler valve. Uh-oh. This is something I didn’t want to think about. By afternoon the wet spot had turned into a small trickle and by evening a little river. Ok, this did not look good - I had horrible dreams of the pipe bursting, the front yard being blasted away by the water pressure and the basement flooding. Time to figure out how to turn off the water main to our house. Nothing like playing with Denver water main valves. Luckily I managed to find a plumber who talked me through closing it over the phone without charging the obligatory several hundred dollars for coming out on a weekend. It turned out to be quite simple, if you ever need to know drop me a line. So Saturday evening, no water, no hope for water till Monday. Time to go out…all weekend.
Come Monday a plumber tells me that our water main is cast iron, is probably from 1928, and should have broken a long time ago. Probably messing with the sprinkler valve was the last straw. Time to get the back hoe, dig up the front yard, and replace the whole thing. Its really quite fun digging up your front yard, you get lots of attention from the neighbors. Until of course you get the bill - I don’t even want to talk about how much it cost. And none of it covered by insurance (a hard lesson to learn, most home insurance doesn’t cover water pipe/sewers in older homes). And while we were at it, the sprinkler valve was moved to above ground, next to the side of the house so no one ever has to worry about that again.
And that brings us to today. Can’t wait to find out what’s next.
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