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My Ducks lost Saturday, a disheartening reality. But what is most bothersome is the way in which they lost--a close game that boiled down in the cool night to a handful of poor decisions by Oregon's coaching staff.
Even at that, however, one may understand why those decisions took precedence. Chip Kelly only had his and his team's body of work over the season to fall back on when he eschewed a field goal in the first quarter and came away empty-handed after a sensational long run by Marcus Mariota.
Clearly he believed in his team's ability to score many more points and that "going for it" at that juncture was a sound choice.
That sort of belief is not a bad thing, even if it was misguided on this night.
In hindsight, which is always too easily conjured, the decision was disastrous.
Oregon made mental errors left and right following that understandable decision While Stanford played exceedingly well, the Ducks' bone-headed mistakes and questionable play-calling (following the spurned field goal) count for something in this bitter loss.
While Stanford matched Oregon's talent, this loss is on the Oregon coaching staff for not making adjustments in the second-half and stubbornly sticking with the run, run, run game plan built around Kenjon Barner's speed. An array of things could have been tried to counter Stanford's surprising speed on defense, though they are too numerous and technical to get into here.
I would be more accepting of my team's loss had Stanford slammed the Ducks by three TDs and clearly demonstrated dominance.
That didn't happen. Oregon blew this one.
But Stanford is a great team. Looking ahead, so is OSU, which has had its own coaching issues in a couple of games this season.
The Civil War will be a doozy.
What irks me more than anything, however, is that Notre Dame is likely headed for the BCSCG thanks to this royal fuckup by my Ducks.
Notre Dame is not that good, I swear to the ghost of Knute Rockne.
I've settled on a project that I've been brooding over for a few weeks now.
I'll begin it soon and try to have it ready for release by the start of the new year, or shortly thereafter. I like this project a lot as an idea; we'll see if I can bring it to the level I imagine for it over the next weeks.
It is a video project, but not the memoir/film I've been tussling with since April. That is developing at its own pace, taking twists and turns in meaning and impetus, and I plan to release it sometime next year as well, but after the new venture I'm plotting at this moment.
Trying to get re-energized here; perhaps this leap of faith will be the spark I'm seeking.
Football news: Man, the Ducks--my team in case you are unaware of it--are banged up in their defensive ranks. Against Cal they played three to five babies at a time along the defensive line--babies being my term for true freshmen.
The extended playing time for the big babies--and they are huge kids--will make them stronger in a year or two. Right now, however, I fear they won't have the strength/power to neutralize Stanford's upperclassmen along the line Saturday when the brainiacs visit Autzen.
Oregon will have to score a ton in what I'm guessing will be the closest game the Ducks have had to date. Of course, Oregon has been pretty fair at scoring a ton all year...
Americans were serious about "change" in 2008 and wanted to believe Obama was too; while seeing through his obfuscations and sundry other machinations, they didn't dig the alternative. They were all too aware that real choice in this election was practically non-existent.
Surprisingly, voters understood the obstructionist nature of Congress and voted for Obama in protest of that bitch.
Americans ultimately placed the collapse of the U.S. economy directly at the feet of the one per-centers and the previous administration; they believed a vote for Romney represented a return to those failed policies.
Most Americans couldn't relate to the extreme wealth of the Republican candidate, nor his inability to articulate a steady vision, which made his ideas as aloof as his vacant eyes.
Romney had a really bad Latino, Black and women problem. The answers were never contained in those imaginary "binders" to begin with.
I'm not sure where things are headed or what the future holds in some regards.
At this point, all I can tell you is that my presence in the blogosphere is beginning to look and feel like a ride along a slow and winding road towards the sunset.
I'd like a few new projects to emerge from the shadows of this grand experiment. I have been engaged with it for over two years now, months of true enlightenment.
It's been good for me. I don't know about you.
I will become officially retired early next year, at age 62, and within the languorous serenity of that reality, I am looking forward to creating a few new projects that will culminate, hopefully, with several new books and personal statements designed to reinvigorate my interest in continuing with a life in the arts.
The projects will commence next year and arrive at their own pace, by design, and in various locales that I have been recently studying with varying degrees of interest.
It's a big world out there, and there is much for the artist to work with, to pick and choose from. The tools for this kind of work are plentiful.
Regeneration is possible.
The process is reinvention, something every artist is best served to attempt, repeatedly, over the short time he or she has to leave an impression on the world.
This amounts to nothing less than a redesign of my personal interests and intent as a writer, goals that have become somewhat skewed of late by my sense that something is amiss in my writing life. Perhaps this is how one fights the creeping influence of stagnation that threatens every artist.
From the beginning, this project has been a cooperative affair. I have attached several writers and artists to the project in good faith, guaranteeing that any sales generated through the small publicity of this site belong wholly to them. Each holds the copyright of his work. Each should continue to hold it.
I expect that commitment to continue. In some manner, the contributors will earn their wealth if it emerges.
I did not enter this realm with illusions that I myself would ever make a dime off of it, but thanks to a generous benefactor I have been allowed to eke out a living in this work space for many months now.
That has ended, and life is good. Some of my goals have been met, but not all of them, and I plan to keep working through my emeritus status. I'm just not certain of the form that will take, or whether it even matters.
Terry Simons is the founder of Round Bend Press Books, Round Bend Press Detritus, and an associated writing/editing service to aid and abet renegade authors. He has worked as a day laborer, dishwasher, factory drone, community organizer, journalist, media consultant and freelance writer. He attended the University of Oregon and Portland State University, where he read journalism, politics, literature and history. He is the author most recently of "Along Came the Death Squad: Political and Scattered Notes."
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