Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Tuscaloosa

This trip has been significantly busier than the Maryville visit. With a solid 10+ hours of work each day, I haven't had as much time to enjoy the town, let alone write about the things I'm not really doing. Each day goes about the same: up at 7, clean up and head over to the basketball arena where the video office is. We have been setting up a network for the men's and women's basketball teams to use for video editing.

The down time has been spent eating and sleeping. Food in Tuscaloosa is actually pretty good. We had lunch today at a little hole in the wall burger joint that was delicious. Big, greasy bacon cheeseburger and some fries. On the way out, we saw a beat up old Jeep Cherokee slam in to a BMW X5 at a traffic light. The Jeep driver wasn't paying attention. Squealing tires and a loud crash, it was bad enough for the Jeep's airbag to deploy. Everyone was okay, except for the cars. I feel pretty sorry for the person who has to pay for that X5 to get fixed.

After that, it was back to work until about 7. Everything is working as expected, which is rare when installing a server. I get to get out of dodge earlier than the rest of the group tomorrow to go set up instant replay for the FCS Championship game in Chattanooga. Dinner at Chuck's Seafood was surprisingly good. We had some fried green tomatoes and shrimp ceviche (if that's how you spell it) as an appetizer. Several different sushi rolls and some sashimi were finished off in about 15 minutes after it took over an hour for the food to come out.

Another night cut short back at the Sheraton. Tomorrow, it's back to the grind at the video office, then driving up to Tennessee. I'll be there until first thing Saturday morning.

Very excited about Saturday. Round one of the Flag Monkey's playoff run starts at 11am in DC. I'll be heading straight to the fields from Reagan National after my 7:30 flight lands at 9am.

Apologies for this post not being nearly as interesting as I'm sure the previous ones are. A mild case of writer's block has been torturing me since I arrived in the deep south.

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