Ike-oh-Ike-oh All Day .... Part Two

Saturday 1:31 p.m.: Faced with certain demise, a brave, death-defying trip to Target was made for candles and board games. Now, football is being watched, and lunch was eaten. We do this so the hurricane doesn't win. 1:33 p.m.: So sad - the Balinese Room in Galveston is gone. Also so sad, up until a few minutes ago, the Iowa State-Iowa game was a three point game. As in only a field goal had been scored THE ENTIRE FREAKING GAME. 1:37 p.m.: Decision. We hate Chase Daniel, but love Casey Dick. 1:44 p.m.: CNN says Ike is now a tropical storm. Weird thing to hear on a college football broadcast, wedged in between color commentary: Rhapsodizing about Tennessee Williams' plays, quoting lines from "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." 1:47 p.m.: Dear cube-dwellers and office people of the JP Morgan Chase Tower in downtown Houston: I really hope you backed up all your work. Your computer is in the street. So is your window. And probably your TPS report. 1:51 p.m.: Mizzou is pummeling Nevada, 45-17 in the third. We still don't like Chase Daniel. 2:02 p.m.: Iowa wins. The world yawns. 2:04 p.m.: How awesome is this? Discuss. Commercial: "You can pound it all day, without feeling it the next day." Yamaha, WTF? 2:14 p.m: What I should be doing? Being happy there's an Arkansas game today. But it's been postponed. Ike coverage has devolved into interviewing the toothless guy with the mullet, who tells us it sounded like a freight train. Ike has officially jumped the shark. "The Big Lebowski" is on today. So is "Animal House." This will be comforting if we lose power. Again, more bravery and chin-up-ness in the face of Ike. 2:29 p.m.: The BBC asks why so few female conductors? 2:30 p.m.: Chase Daniel kissed a guy, we're pretty sure. 2:32 p.m.: Georgia-South Carolina game. We shall watch Matthew Stafford. We shall. 2:35 p.m.: Could a game between the Gamecocks and Arkansas' Casey Dick accurately be called a sword fight? 2:37 p.m.: BTW, the faux Crocs they sell at Target are heretofore known as Faucs. 2:40 p.m.: Ike, seriously. If I don't see a deck chair or something fly through the yard soon, I'm going to quit liveblogging you. You're as exciting as Joe Lieberman and Al Gore in a your mama contest.