THE CRIMSON PIGSKIN e-LETTER
BELLY LAUGH
No more sleepless nights because the wait is over. An age old mystery has been solved. FoxNews.com reports after three years of gazing into his own navel and the navels of others, an Austrian chemist, by the name of Georg Steinhauser, has discovered the cause of belly button lint. His claim is abdominal hair acts as hooks which pull unsuspecting cloth fibers into spelunker's cave where forces similar to those at work in the center of a black hole make the matter very dense. The article states, "Therefore, this is a typically male phenomenon. The abdominal hair collects fibers from cotton shirts and directs them into the navel where they are compacted to a felt-like matter."
Steinhauser's report went on to identify the average bearer of navel lint as "a slightly overweight middle-aged male with a hairy abdomen." An all too common tale to be sure. "[Steinhauser] also noticed that 'old T-shirts or dress shirts produce less navel fuzz than brand new T-shirts.'" So redirect that wardrobe budget and pick up those new tees later. For added economical entertainment, save up all your lint specimens, and those from all available sources you know the origin of, to make your own pillow. Now the secret of navel lint has been unveiled, there will be a lot more peaceful rest around the globe.
78.9 MILES PER HOUR
"Where's your hat?" This guy didn't look like he'd served a heartbeat on a pirate ship but there he was walking past the malt vinegar bottles sporting his card stock pirate hat. The symbolic skull and bones sky piece carried the announcement he had "sailed away from the ordinary". No argument.
He appeared to have come from a table with a woman and a young boy. Hoping he was setting his course back over that direction, the reply came, "Just waiting for the big moment". Every old salt knows timing is critical when planning to hoist the colors and set sail. Courtesy smiles were exchanged with the humorous quips and he returned to his crew.
Were speeding permitted on the fair highways and byways of the great State of Oklahoma, 78.9 miles per hour would have been the velocity of choice since time had apparently accelerated and escaped to the point infringing on speed ordinances seemed like a good idea. The race was on. Six-thirty o'clock came and went like another mile marker. What was the big deal? Shipwreck treasure! Arrrrgh!
This particular evening was extraordinary because it was one of those functions lending private access to Odyssey Marine Exploration's Shipwreck Pirates & Treasure exhibit at the
Another item of note is a life-sized model of the Zeus Remotely Operated Vehicle (ROV) which is currently used by archaeologists to search wreckage for treasure (Arrrrrrgh!). There is an additional simulator which allows the guidance of Zeus to lift rare precious cyber booty from its aquatic home like an underwater crane game.
A very interesting part of the tour is a hurricane simulator tube. It looks like a phone booth. Stepping into the plexiglass canister and closing the door presses the switch which activates the wind turbines. There's one fan blowing air horizontally at approximately knee level. The other fan is blowing air straight down from above tube so it's difficult to tell which direction the wind is actually being clocked in.
A wind meter shows the lucky gustee inside and those watching and chuckling outside the cylinder how fast the wind is traveling. Just when thoughts drift to a journey through the vacuum transport system in a bank drive-thru, the felt-like matter can be felt gently lifting, rearranging and being replanted in one's navel. When the wind speed reaches 78.9 miles per hour, the turbines slow down and gradually the wind subsides, leaving the participant with ruffled clothing and a new hair style.
"You ring it!" "No, you do it!" Clang! There was Captain Jack, his wife, son and and a scallywag who was the spittin' image of Sparrow himself, Captain Jack the Elder grinning under his balding noggin which was crowned with his cardstock lid. "Happy sailing!" Arrrrrgh! "Happy Sailing to you."
SPRINGS AND BLOCKS
Spring football practice has started this week all over
The Cowboys will be breaking in a new, yet familiar, defensive coordinator in Bill Young. Reportedly, the former OU defensive coordinator is an OSU graduate and is happy to be back in the state. Typically when the
Defending Big 12 Conference champion
MADNESS?
It's March. That means after a weekend of did those three games actually account for anything? conference tournaments is over, the Madness can ensue. Thursdays through Sundays the latter half of this month, there will be hoops on in the morning and hoops on at night. If watching March Madness is wrong, fans don't wanna be right.
OU, a team of destiny, is reminiscent of Bob Huggins Cincinnati Bearcat teams a few years back.
National superstar, Blake Griffin, sat out a couple of games after receiving a concussion in
Travis Ford has the Cowboys playing good basketball just in time for a possible invitation to the big dance. They defeated
BILL HALEY'S TIME TRAVEL
[The following is a public service announcement of the Crimson Pigskin e-Letter.]
Remember to set your clocks forward one hour. Thank you, Bill Haley & The Comets. Thank you, Benjamin Franklin. Thank you astronomers. Keep reaching for the stars.
Thank you for reading. Have a great week!
Carlos
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