Catholic food

Having dinner with the Catholics really slows down one’s blogging.

And what do the Catholics talk about? Well, we talk about you, for one thing, especially if you’re a coach. One reminisces over past foibles, the more notable the better. If you’re a student, your name probably didn’t come up unless you graduated and made something of yourself. As a rule, we are all fond of students, even the stinkers, and we praise their successes and dance past their failures. Otherwise, probably, we wouldn’t be in this business. We have a nice dinner, and talk a lot about the theater, given that this crowd, with the exception of Catholic Charlie, is a big theater crowd, even Sister R. Catholic Charlie, on the other hand, doesn’t like musicals unless they feature Genesis music which, thankfully, never happens. Catholic Charlie has a 120-gig iPod with nothing on it but Genesis music. Original Genesis music. Symphonic covers of Genesis music. Jazz covers of Genesis music. Bunch O’ Banjos covers of Genesis music. There is no room on that mp3 player for, say, Flora the Red Menace. Meanwhile, at least one of the Catholics claimed to have given a kid a 6 in an extemp round for not knowing who Barbra Streisand is. It’s that kind of group.

Saturday being CFL Grands, Friday night will be straightening out the data. The big question is whether we’ll hit the 20 needed for 3 judges in LD (we’re definitely not hitting it in Pfffft). In the words of Mr. Micawber, predicted Grands field 20 students, actual Grands field 18 students, bliss. Predicted Grands field 20 students, actual Grands field 20 or more students, JV and I go nuts trying to figure it out. Straightforward card tossing or the most complicated tabbing of the year. We’ll know tomorrow morning.