Woody Cavenaugh

I have been to several women's football games so far, but Saturday was the first time I got to see the game as a spectator and not as a videographer. So rather than see tiny images flicker on a 2X2 screen, I got to see it all with my own eyes, focusing on the things that draw my attention.

More than half of the Phoenix came to watch this game as well. Their season ended last week with a 5-1 record, better than most of the full fledged teams. They wanted to see a game as spectators as well.

One of the teams we saw was really large, they came from a big city, and had a big budget. They brought their own team of announcers with them. These announcers filled the booth, but they didn't talk over the loud speaker. They weren't there for the game, they were there for their team. Camera, laptops, sound equipment, the whole deal. They recorded the game to play back on the internet later.

The team was big as I mentioned, and rich. Big enough and rich enough that they had their own bus they came in. Their uniforms were all modeled after their home city's NFL team. There were things that really impressed me about their team. For instance, they scored a touch down and are going for the extra point. By the time the whistle was blown at the end of that play, the kickoff team was already in place waiting to kick again. This team had an entire offense, defense, kick off, and return team and back ups for each of those teams. They moved on and off of the field with precision, and never got tired, because they really didn't have to be on the field all that long.

I spent some time talking to their teams videographer. He was very proud of his team and wanted everyone to know it. He spent the game talking about all of the ways that his team was better than all the other teams. He talked about how much money they had. He talked about their big college educated coaching staff. I gathered the coaches had all played college ball, and some of them probably coached college ball. He told me about the individual players. Congratulations to the player who just graduated from law school. He told me about how each of their players has a personalized workout designed by Velocity. Then he went on to tell me a whole bunch of other things that, frankly I lost interest in. He started trying to impress me with his personal football knowledge. Thing is, since I have absolutely no football knowledge at all, his words had no meaning to me. I was polite though. I think I nodded and smiled in all the right places.

Based on all I saw on the field and all he told me, they can be easily be beaten by a team of 22 with a good coach. Everything else is just window dressing really. Impressive, but in and of itself won't win you any football games.

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I love paydays, its the only time the whole month I can pick up a couple of things that aren't absolutely necessary, but will add just that little something extra to my life. It is also the only time of the month I can make really important purchases that are absolutely and resoundingly necessary.

The weekend I will spend completing little tasks on the Fairlane, and go see a Cape Fear Thunder game. They are playing the D.C. Divas, and I want to see the team the Carolina Phoenix will be defeating next year for the Championship. Only two teams have even scored on them this year so they should offer a nice competition.

For those keeping score, I am replacing the fuel filter, and an air line to the rear shocks. I am also thinking this might be the month to get insurance and plates so I can go have all of the fluids purged and replaced. But first, I have to find out how much it is going to cost to repair the Saturn. There isn't much currently right with its cooling system, and summer is here, so its time to do something about it.

I hope the rest of you have a great weekend too. For those of you vacationing next week, save me a rib. The O'Brians on High Cone road has closed, and that means there are absolutely no beef ribs anywhere in the vicinity of going home that don't require my direct intervention to make cooked. Its been a summer equally stocked with highs and lows so far.

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Every day we are surrounded by a swirling mass of people, places, things, emotions, information, and chaos all on top of the usual weather, animal, vegetable, or mineral. It can be daunting at the best of times. All one can do is focus on what is in front of you and filter the rest out.

But filtering doesn't make the chaos go away, you're just holding an umbrella in a rain storm. Its all you can do to keep your head dry, as your shoes get soaked. It wicks up your pants legs, and the people around you have to dodge and weave trying not to have an eye gouged while all you can do is hope a wind doesn't come up and rip your fragile little shelter away.

Day in and day out of this can wear even a rock down, just ask Niagara Falls. We do what we can to make the most of what were dealing with. Some smoke, some drink, some do drugs, some do prescription drugs. I eat fried chicken, and sometimes I say mean things to those closest to me. I'm not trying to hurt them anymore than I'm trying to weigh 300 pounds. I'm just fighting the wind beneath my fragile little umbrella trying to keep my head dry.

Lots of people offer solutions. I do a Google maps search and I get 10,637 hits for churches near Greensboro, NC. That's a lot of churches offering a little corner of their umbrellas. That's a lot of gods, though I imagine 10,000 of them will tell you that there is only one and if you join up with them you'll get a corner of gods own umbrella, and no one will accidentally get their feet stepped on while you walk. The rest are going to get soaked, but that's their own faults picking the wrong umbrella.

I found listings for about 4,958 for bars near Greensboro, NC. They won't help you with your umbrella, but they can offer you a place where for a short time you with a lot of other people who've lost their umbrellas, can for a just a little while forget that your hair is in your gouged eyes and your cloths are soaked. They won't care that you look like a drowned rat, they're soaked too.

Google maps says there is 1,222 hits for psychologist near Greensboro, NC and about 860 hits for psychiatrist. They are offering to help you find your own umbrella again, get it turned right side out, and get it back up over your head again. All you have to do tell them exactly where you lost your umbrella, and how your going to fix it. You might also have to take a pill, so you won't mind being wet in the mean time.

The drug companies are out there trying to sell you things to make your umbrella seem bigger, stronger, or more durable, while thugs in the streets are doing the same things without FDA approval or marketing campaigns. The reality is that your umbrella is the same, you just don't care about being wet as much anymore.

I'm trying to use the umbrella I have, to see it for its strengths and its weaknesses. Sure its a little bent, and one of the fasteners that holds the fabric to the frame on one bit keeps coming off. But if I hold it just right, and I lean it just so, all by myself I can keep my face and hair dry, see a clear path on the sidewalk and make my way to my destination without getting any wetter, or putting anyone's eyes out I by walking too close to them. Sure my shoes are wet just like everyone else's, and yes the rain does wick up my pants legs too, but if I do what I believe to be the right thing and walk what I believe to be the best path, when I get to where I'm going, there will be dry socks, a pair of pants, and a steaming hot cup of coco waiting there for me.

Marshmallows too.

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The electrical system at the Fayetteville city parks and rec stadium had been struck by lightning a couple of weeks earlier and as best as I could tell there was no attempt to begin repair work on it. Therefore, the game was held at 5:30pm under the sun, with no scoreboard and no booth.

I set up the family cam in the shade of the condemned booth on the Home side so the sun would be at my back as it set. Sitting around me were a mixed bag of fans from both sides who banded together in the bond of available shade. Though the sun is hot there is a breeze and the national anthem was sung by the Teams as no one thought to bring their car into the stadium to play the CD on their stereo. Someone did remember to bring in a flag and someone son held it in the end zone. People are great adapters, and no one minded much how it was done, so long as it was done.

In the first quarter the Phoenix came on strong with a touch down, making the score 6 - 0. The extra point was no good.

In the second quarter the Phoenix does it again this time the extra point works and the score is now 13 - 0. Late in the second a safety, makes the score 15 - 0 Phoenix.

Coming back from the half the heat started to show on the Phoenix and the Thunder was allowed to get their first first down of the game. Phoenix scores again and the extra point is good making the score 22 - 0 going into the 4th.

Early in the fourth the Phoenix do it again with the extra point for 29 - 0. It was here the Thunder started to catch on to what the Phoenix was doing and they made a few good plays, gaining some yardage. Finally in what we estimate to be the last minute of play found the end zone, bring the score to 29 - 6 for the final.

Thus completes the Phoenix's first season with a record of 5 and 1. As an expansion team the Phoenix are not eligible for the playoffs, but Coach Holmes is confident you will be seeing them there next year. Next week is the end of the regular season for the regular teams and the players and coaches of the Phoenix are already planning to head to Atlanta for the IWFL national championship so they can see who they will likely be playing next year.

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Of faerie wings and halter tops, of Kitsune and queens.

While we were at the Goddess Market last week, we said we would be doing the Solstice festival on the 21st. Events out of our control made solstice, fun, or security, things far from the forefront of our minds. Reminded at the last minute however, we strived to have fun in spite of things. It was a good decision.

I couldn't guess how many showed up, but it was a good crowd and nearly half dressed for flights of fancy. It really did my heart a world of good to see the young and old alike in their little wings, hats, horns, and face paint. It was good to know that no matter how young or old you were there was always a time and a place to let your freak flag fly.

We were there for the beginning, and we stayed for the end, and we had a good and relaxing time surrounded by friends. Here's a few pictures we took to mark the occasion. We didn't want to use flash because we didn't want to disturb those around us, so many of the later pictures didn't turn out. I guess I should have brought a tripod for those low light shots. Of course, even at 3pm that afternoon, I had no idea it was even Thursday, let alone solstice.

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What they don't tell us is what a dirty desk is a sign of. I take my clutter seriously. Part of it is me being too lazy to clean. Part of it is being too paranoid to have an organizational structure that can be easily interpreted by my enemies. Most of it is just who I am.

I like to think of my self as eclectic, or at the very least such a jack of all trades that I have at my fingertips the answer to any situation that might suddenly come my way. There is a certain comfort level here too. Like wearing a shirt in public. Sure I suppose I could go without, but I'd feel better with it, and I know others around me would feel the same. This is the shield that protects me from my naked truth. This is my safe place away from home. Its where I keep my stuff.

Its also a great way to show off my cool new socks.

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Last Seen Seven Years Ago

I told you there would be video.

Currently the back seat is in my spare room, might as well work on what I can while I wait to do the things I currently can't. Last night started as sleepless as the night before and as I am never sleepless, I dealt with it through the positive power of chemistry. Advil PM worked for Sara before, and thankfully it worked for me too. I dreamed of metamorphosis. It is a theme that seems to be dominating a good many parts of my life of late.

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I still refuse to talk about work on my blog, but as all things are connected, the events in the office directly shaped the events of my Saturday. When last you read, I was forced to miss a concert I had been really looking forward to for a long time, because events at work had robbed me of my desire to go and have fun. I finally left the office at 9:30 and after eating most of a large pizza by my self (ah, the power of comfort food), and a beer, I was able to go home and sleep.

Saturday I awoke, restless. I needed a distraction, and the Fairlane is surely one of my favorites. I had purchased some tubing (and two buckets of chicken). The tubing would replace some dry rotted tubing in the rear air shocks. With this repared I will be able to lift the body off of the wheels. The wheels, purchased when I was in highschool, had always had the wrong offset for the car. I didn't know any better, and no one offered to teach me at the time. Since that time I have found air shocks to be a nice workaround.

The engine runs, the stereo doesn't, and the transmission was acting up when I parked her a long seven years ago. I needed to get the rear of the car up on ramps and I all I had to use to do it was personal energy. There are four types of energy, natural energy, spiritual energy, personal energy, and emotional energy. Of these, emotional energy is the trickiest. It is the hardest to control and often difficult to even get your mind around. It is like a sugar rush, you really don't realize its happening, unless you see it in others, or when you are coming down from it. Thus to my surprise, I discovered I wasn't using my personal energy as much as I was being used by my emotional energy. In a nutshell, rather than putting the rear of the car on top of the ramps, I nearly put it into the side of our house. The house was saved by luck, watchful spirits, the ramps, and the physics of balance. It may be difficult to see in the pictures below, but the front and rear wheels are only barely touching the ground.

However, there are other things to be done, and since I had already done something more or less improbable, I figured I would see if Beatuie would be willing to go for a little walk. Without me. I was too weak at this point to be much help. What happened, was nothing short of amazing. See below.

The lesson, there is no way I could ever have an afair on my wife. It has been so difficult balancing the whims and desires of two loves, and only one of them are flesh and blood. Simple honor aside, there is simply no way I could ever deal with two flesh and blood loves.

Oh yeah, and I shouldn't go around messing with personal energies, when I'm in a unbalanced emotional state.

Oh and there will be video to follow tomorrow...

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Winston-Salem is the home of the Twin City Ribfest. Ribs, music, what could be better?

I would have wanted to go anyway, but this year they have landed The Red Elvises This is an amazing band, or as they put it, "Your favorite band". I first became aware of them when I saw the movie Six String Samurai. This should be required watching for people interested in film at any level. The Red Elvises did the soundtrack.

However, at 4:16 today I received a work related email that rocked my world. I am not sure I could enjoy the show or the ribs anymore. Stupid work, ruining my weekend 44 minutes before it began.

For everyone who sees the show at 10 tonight, I wish you well, prepare to have a good time.

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I can't let this go, so I looked up the "spiritual care" department at New Hanover Memorial Hospital.

Chaplains in the Spiritual Care Department are members of the hospital's "healing team" who are trained to help patients and their families tap into their own spiritual resources to facilitate healing and recovery. In providing care, our chaplains respect the traditions, fait and beliefs of our patients.

OK, so they are capable of healing spells, and claim to respect the beliefs of the patients. If my uncle was into death worship would he even BE in a hospital?

I've been looking at the facilities they have for worship. They have a chapel, Bible, Qu’ran and Islamic Prayer Rug, but I don't see sacrificial daggers anywhere. I assume all faiths could share an alter, you'd just have to clean it after each service so the next faith wouldn't see the blood. Maybe daggers are considered "personal gear" or something. It may be the sort of thing you don't share with everyone for sanitation reasons. I noticed they don't list communion chalice, rosary beads, or Brit Milah knife, so sacrificial daggers may be lumped in with these sort of artifacts.

I am willing to accept the possibility that in all of the mountains of paperwork, someone accidentally checked the box next to Kali, Anubis, or Pluto in the religion section. So now my only question is why were they so insistent? A follower of a death god would be pulling the tube out themselves, not fighting the priest trying to do it for them.

Do these guys work on a quota system with their god?

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She has "A Fat Rant", and she says what most of us super sized have probably thought. It was the right message at the right time for me, so I share with the rest of you.

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I am a Cavenaugh, and like all Cavenaugh's we die precisely when we mean to and we don't lolly gag around. If a Cavenaugh is in the hospital, they are either dead in eight hours or going to make a recovery. We do not fear the next step. One thing we discovered we hate more than anything is to be told to go ahead and die, and that is just what has happened to my uncle.

He survived esophageal cancer, but the chemotherapy caused the muscles in what was left of his esophagus to stop doing their thing. He couldn't eat well, he got weak, he was hospitalized. He was so weak he couldn't breath well anymore so they put him on a machine that would breathe for him and inserted a feeding tube into him so he could get nutrients. This worked out pretty well so long as the tube stayed properly inserted. He's on his fourth feeding tube now. Every time it clogs or falls out or whatever, he gets weak again and he can no longer get rid of the carbon dioxide in his blood, he goes on the machine, they reinstall his tube, pump the nutrients to him and he perks right back up.

Most of the time he has been lucid and awake. If there is a tube down his throat he writes notes, if there is no tube down his throat he talks. His mind has remained sharp this whole time.

It is during one of the "tube slipped out" times that the clerics showed up. They are the ones paid by the hospital. I wonder if New Hanover Memorial hospital screens these people. I am a big supporter of the freedom to worship, whoever you follow, and I even try to keep abreast of the various and sundry sects that are in vogue these days. Sooner or later I am going to end up meeting, working with, or near a follower of one deity or another and I don't want to cause any unnecessary faux pas.

I admit that I don't perhaps do as good a job at knowing about them as I should. For instance, I had no idea that there were currently any death gods in vogue these days and definitely not enough of them for the hospital to have two clerics on the payroll dedicated to one. I wasn't there to see them myself so I couldn't look for icons or other clues so I have no idea who they served. Wikipedia list 67 death gods and it will take time to figure out which one these clerics were serving.

All I know is this. They went to my aunt and tried to convince her to take him off of his machine so he would go ahead and die. They told her it would be best for everyone. They were insulted when she told them, "No, he is going to stay on the machine, thank you very much." Plus he signed a form that says, "Keep me plugged in". He will die when he is good and well ready to do so.

So what do these two people do but go into the room and try to convince him to go ahead and die. Isn't this precisely the opposite of what hospitals are there to do? Let these guys administer to death row inmates, or even work the suicide hotlines (who is to say they don't already). I just don't think it is appropriate for them to seek out sacrifices in a hospital. A hospice, sure, a hospital definitely not.

If I am to meet them I will find out which god they follow, and I will ask questions to make me smarter. For instance, does it matter who dies? Does the manor of dying matter. I can think of no greater sacrifice to a death god than one of their own clerics. It would be best for everyone right?

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Put another mark in the "win" column.
Phoenix 12 - Delaware Griffins 0

The Phoenix are really putting the "X" in exhibition this year beating established teams left and right. I am sure that next season coach Holmes is going to be really disappointed if he doesn't get a crack at this year's championship team.
I am pretty sure they would also drive back to Shreveport on a moment's notice to make things right against the only team this year to beat them.

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The best time of year to BBQ pork in the whole is early spring or late fall. As it is June 9th, and 4:30am the cooks will have to contend with the forces of outrageous nature as well cooking with oak.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees then using some old newspaper, scrub the grate clean.

Place guest of honor skin side up in the center of the grill.

As you are cooking with wood, care must be taken that you keep a steady supply of coals and watch the cooking temperature carefully.

As we have been using oak to make coals, I am finding that while this is the method that produces the best results, it can be time consuming, as you are constantly making coals and firing the cooker. I've got my shovel and I'm not afraid to use it.

Bon Appétit!

We begin with the chopping. About half of any crowd prefers it chopped, and the other half will prefer to pick it off of the carcass themselves. I myself prefer to pick my own bones.

And to your left, the vegetables. Bacon with snap beans and new potatoes, bacon baked beans, fresh garden peas with pastry (dumplings if you prefer to use this term) seasoned with bacon grease, coleslaw, and hush puppies.

The crowd swarms as the lids are removed, it is a jungle out there. Even the women and children eat with wild abandon. This was as close as I could safely get to these feeding little girls, they made no bones about it, I am either a part of the solution, or I'm a part of a complete breakfast. (Yes, they're family.) This is their mother, and my cousin. She's not smiling, she's snarling. No really...

I myself took time to eat just a smidgen of our wondrous bounty. OK, I had a deviled egg, four hush puppies, and three pounds of tenderloin. What? You DARE mock my baco-vegetarian lifestyle?

After everyone ate, here's what it looks like.

As for me, I'm done. Nap time.

The End

After interviewing my father about past pigs he had cooked I came to the realization that he did things by the rack of the eye. As he told me about various cookings, I quietly did the math in my head and realized that though he didn't realize it he had been cooking all these years at about 30 minutes per pound. Today's hog weighed in at 120 pounds dressed. I predict it will take us six hours. I look forward to seeing if I am right later.

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Many thanks to Amy Kingsley from Yes! Weekly for this outstanding article about the team. Amy spent many days with the team getting this story ready. She was at the home games, she was at the practices, she even went on the road with the team to Detroit.

Thank you Amy, you have done a boat load of players, coaches, and volunteers proud.

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Those who know me know that I do not use the word magic unless I mean to, and when I say it, it means precisely what I intend for it to.
It is hot today.
This beer is cold.
These chicken wings are excellent.
There was magic.

Today a powerful magic was reawakened.
The dawning of a new age of Beautie is upon us.

Last Heard Seven Years Ago

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Sara and Woody VS the Second Grade

Sara "Tank" Cavenaugh #65 center for the Carolina Phoenix, had a problem. When her niece announced proudly that her aunt played football, several little boys in the class called her a liar, and worse they said that girls can't play football, which was odd because two girls in their class were playing Pop Warner football, and they themselves weren't.

The solution? Drive right down there with full gear and prove once and for all that her niece wasn't lying. The difficulty level was that her niece is four hours away, and Sara herself had only just returned from a 36-0 win over the Detroit Predators. So with four hours of sleep armed with a care package of an info sheet, Phoenix stickers, and little footballs, we went down there to slay the 2nd grade dragon.

How did I get roped into it? Easy, I was offered 20 minutes to talk about my sport fencing, and I had an info sheet, stickers, and Three Musketeers candy at my side to make sure things remained fair.

As a veteran of the traveling road show, I went up first, to warm them up as it were and to add to the anticipation created by a 6ft tall blond bombshell in full pads with a helmet at her side.

The #1 question we both got asked the most, "Why do you wear protection?" It is difficult to explain injury to a Power Rangers generation, but we did our best. When the day was done, the nay sayers apologized for calling Sara's niece a lier, and the Pop Warner league this fall should have a nice influx of both genders.

After nap time, (for Sara and I), we said our goodbyes, and headed four hours back to home base. Mission Accomplished.

As it turns out this story didn't end here. Sara was hit with Romper Room's Revenge, and spent a day home sick. No good deed goes unpunished they say.

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I proved I'm no Jack Bower this weekend on my road trip to Detroit. When I announced I was no longer safe to drive, I had been awake for 22 hours, and had spent 11 of those behind the wheel. This is probably a lot for most people and it was certainly a lot for me, but I knew my limits, I knew to stop when I reached them, and I knew I wasn't going to be penalized for not going all the way. (I actually gave up the wheel, 1.5 hours from our hotel in Detroit.)

I am not the sort of driver who sits behind the wheel of a giant tool which takes me from point "A" to point "B". When I drive I don't get behind the wheel so much as wear the vehicle like a shirt. I stretch out and ooze deep down into the electrical and braking systems, right down to my four rubber soled shoes. Armor, raincoat, and spacesuit, with wings on my feet.

Many drivers use the energy they have to go as far as they can, and what they have is what they bring with them. I augment my own energy with that of the vehicle, it can't replace my own, but it can help make mine last longer. This ability doesn't come without a price. In the end I always seem to end up writing an IOU for energy and it always takes days to pay back.

Thus, the night went smoothly, from our pull out of Greensboro at 8pm, until the following morning, where I was hoping for a boost from the sun, instead I got danger, and I mean that spooky kind. The information from the vehicle never stops, but when the micro sleeps come all of my personal senses go away. Because I'm still getting so much information from the vehicle it takes longer for me to realize that for just a moment I was completely blind to what was right in front of me on the road.

I've got 13 in the vehicle, I'm doing 75 miles per hour, I'm effectively blind for a few seconds at the time. That's a long way to go without knowing what's coming. When I realized it I knew it was time to act. The lead vehicle was a spot on the horizon, not because I was slowing down, cruise control kept me up to my speed, but the driver of the lead car is comfortable speeding at a higher rate of speed than I am, therefore they are always ahead and gaining.

I need to catch them. I need to catch them right now, and I need adrenalin to stay up long enough to handle the boost of speed, and keep me safe long enough to intercept them. Done. I won't tell you how much faster I went, but lets just say that the vehicle we were in did have a built in top end. However, mission accomplished, I caught the lead vehicle, lead them to a rest stop and turned over the wheel to someone who had been sleeping on the way.

Best of all none of the passengers even knew how dicey things were at the end of my shift. My secret, I know my limits, and I act quickly when I've reached them, even if I lose personal man points for not finishing the job. They don't know that either.

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The place, Franklin High School, home of the Patriots. The game, a rematch. The Carolina Phoenix, were looking for another win, the Detroit Predators, wanted to even the score. That was the way things were as I walked across the turf field headed for my place in the booth. This time I reached down and touched the turf with my own hands. Turf looks amazingly like grass, even up close. The storms of earlier in the day, have passed and only occasional sprinkles would fall during the game. The Phoenix brought 15 players, and the Predators fielded 20.

First action of the day, 1:13 into the first quarter, 2nd play of the game, Phoenix breaks out for a 55 yard touchdown run. 8:36 into the first, they do it again from 3rd and 10, they complete a pass the touchdown is theirs, score in the first quarter 12-0 Phoenix.

In the 2nd quarter, a 70 yard touchdown by the Phoenix makes the score 18-0. Later an interception by the Phoenix gets them 47 yards, but there is a flag on the play against the Phoenix. The team taketh, but the referee taketh away. The Phoenix keep the ball but have to start back from the previous line of scrimmage. At the half the score remains 18-0.

Second half, 3:02 has elapsed and the Phoenix make the score 24-0 after a long bomb, that left the dropped every jaw in the stands.

Later, the Phoenix have the ball on the 10, and they fumble it. So did everyone else, I am pretty sure that no less than five players from both teams had their hands on the ball and no one could seem to hold on to it. The ball pretty much had to stop rolling on its own, before a Predator could take possession.

Soon enough, the ball makes its way near the Carolina end zone again, only this time its Detroit's ball and they have to punt, again with the slick ball, and lots of hands trying to pick it up. This time it was the Phoenix that got its hands on it, and they ran with it, making the score 30-0, with only 37 seconds left in the 3rd quarter.

In the fourth quarter 1:31 has elapsed on the clock, Carolina lands themselves an interception and goes 40 yards to score another touchdown, the score 36-0 Carolina and that's how the game ended.

Many thanks to the Detroit Predators for being such outstanding host, and showing the Phoenix a good time after the game at Mason's. It really was the best cheeseburger in Detroit.

Stay tuned, Carolina is traveling to Delaware next week to meet the Griffins. Sadly, I won't have your highlight report, but I will let you know the score as soon as I find out myself.

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The Carolina Phoenix are resting up and packing up for a road trip up to the Motor City where the Predators are waiting for them. When last these two teams faced, the Phoenix came out ahead, but just barely. The Phoenix are up two and down one and want another win. The Predators are down three so far and are hungry to turn it around.

Kickoff is tomorrow night at 7:00pm in Detroit. Watch this space for the recap, as soon after the game as I can find access.

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