Like, they're on mopeds.  I'm burning Jet-A.

They're enamored of U.S. twenties, in big stacks.  I'm paying my tuition bills in euros.  So their stash declines in value daily.  I'm earning interest on top of interest.

I don't have pieces of metal with zirconium studs piercing my flesh.

They're nice boys.  They will win when they grow up a bit.  Today: too much, too soon.

Remember: mopeds vs. Jet-A.  Check six, dudes.  You about to be hosed.

Hey, Everyone? I think Bellanca just threatened to kill CBI.
I knew this bracket was a good idea.

I never lose to men who skip English class for MySpace rantings.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=OAvmLDkAg...

is not scared of me. I mean come on, my facebook picture is of me drunk wearing a crown from Medieval Times. If he is scared of that and my accompanying love note, then he is less of a man than I originally thought.

But near as I can tell, I can't prove it by posting a photo here.  When I do, if he lives to meet me in the finals, it will be ugly for the little boy.

40-Second Bellanca needs no love, prizes intellectual humility, and prefers his women smart and somewhat tough and somewhat smug about it.  And he thinks Tom Brady is a callow, serial fornicator of willowy models, who, like Emperor Elliott, prefers a kink that's "somewhat dangerous".   Cruel, cruel slight you offer, but it won't knock him off his game, no sir.  Anyway, that's a refracted, low-angling sun out my window, and it's time for a National Bo.

That's very good.  But I'm also a devoted follower of Iowa Women's Volleyball, and we all know what that means.  I am unconcerned.

Anyhow, game's over for today and time for a beer with my friends and soon-to-be vanquished competitors.  Here's an historical footnote:

40-Second Boyd was John Boyd, a graduate of Iowa (where he was a failed Armbruster swimmer), instructor at the USAF Fighter Weapons School, where the Air Force sends the very best of the best for advanced tactical instruction in the hottest and newest line fighters.  Boyd is the only individual to go through FWS and teach at FWS who was never defeated in aerial dogfighting.  In fact, he had a standing bet with each and every class of jet jocks who showed up that he would defeat them within 40 seconds of engagement.  And he never lost.  Not once.  

Boyd later transformed himself, and with no formal education in math, engineering or physics, created the mathematical foundation for every tactical aircraft purchased by the USAF from the century series through the F-16.

Boyd further transformed himself and with a small cell of insurgents, transformed Pentagon procurement practices.

Boyd's lasting contribution some call the most notable theory of conflict (war, organizational, or personal) since Sun Tzu.  Certainly it is the most notable since von Clausewitz.  In his penniless retirement he was hired by Cheney, then SecDef, who wanted to implement his theory of maneuver conflict (in opposition to traditional Army doctrine of attrition warfare), and did so over the objection and initial plan of Schwarzkopf.  Boyd's order of battle produced the most one-sided ground war in human history.  Boyd's Pattern's of Conflict is the intellectual foundation for the US Marines current war fighting doctrine, who erected a monument to him in the Marine Corps Museum at Quantico.  

Again, Boyd attended Iowa (which he hated) on the GI bill, and tried but failed to make one of the Armbruster glory year swim teams.  He married a woman from Ottumwa.

Here is a grossly simplified summary of his life:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Bo...

John Boyd has changed the world.  He hosed more generals than Lincoln.

There are incredible lessons from Boyd that Fake Kirk Ferentz will introduce via diary sometime in the spring.  Fake Kirk has announced to his friends that Iowa will no more run the 'hey diddle diddle one more time up the middle' than did Patton.  (See, it all fits together.)

Make mine a National Bo, and see y'all between the lines.  

::40-Second Bellanca