UW-Madison Football Coach Bret Bielema Should Not Have Run-Up Score Against Indiana

It was not pleasant to see UW-Madison football coach Bret Bielema running up the score on Indiana Saturday afternoon.  In the end the score was 83-20.  That is just plain wrong.  It was very unsportsmanlike!  If indeed one of the reasons we have college sports is to instill values and core foundations within young people, then all was lost in this game on Saturday.   What that game was to have taught young folks is a mystery to all. 

Whatever internal compass guides Bielema needs to be adjusted.  This was not the finest moment…..or anything close to it….for the UW-Madison, or the Badger football team.

In the ideal world I would hope that the Director of Athletics would take the football coach aside and tell him it was not very sportsmanlike or mature what took place at Camp Randall.  But given that Barry Alvarez is the Athletic Director means shame has no heights it can not scale.  Before someone counsels Bielema they need to first counsel Alvarez.

That is the problem at UW-Madison. 

The very way that Bielema was made football coach a few years ago only confirmed that the UW-football program is in need of some ethics.  The appointment of Bielema caused a stir because Alvarez didn’t go through the required process for filling the job.

What we have left are fans, along with folks in the press to convey what many around the state and country are saying in light of the ‘win’ yesterday.   Thumbs down!

Such as in the Wisconsin State Journal.

THUMBS DOWN to Bret Bielema

Granted, the UW coach is in a difficult position of having to impress pollsters to help his team’s Bowl Championship Series credentials. Still, the 83 points seemed excessive. The 74-yard bomb to Jared Abbrederis midway through the fourth quarter to make it 76-13 was piling it on and the excuse Bielema gave of giving backup quarterback Jon Budmayr a chance to pick up a first down was lame.


Bloodthirsty student section — cheering wildly after the 80-point margin was broken — loves versions of video-game football; older fans wonder whatever happened to Barry Alvarez showing compassion for overmatched opponents.


Rolling up big point totals gets noticed — just ask top-ranked Oregon — but there could be some potential backlash to going to this extreme.

I sure as hell hope so.

Cooper Hawk Starts Sunday With Big Smile

This morning James and I  awoke to a Cooper Hawk sitting on our lawn chair.  It then flew to the iron railing on our front stoop.  The power and grace of these birds are known to all, but to see one first thing in the morning as a welcoming to the day is quite a gift.  It reminds me again that being rich should never be measured in money alone.

I grew up in Hancock, Wisconsin with lots of rural land where animals could roam and live.  There were wild turkeys in the field and countless deer.  Every now and then a racoon would be seen up in one of the large oaks in the back yard. But in all the years of growing up the animals were always at a distance.

It has only been during the last three years in Madison I now have a more close proximity to animals.  From the red tail hawk that hunts in the tree right out the window, the eagles that ‘fish’ on the lake, or the loons in the spring and coots in the fall, I am awed by the beauty of Mother Nature.

So it was again this morning. 

By the time I grabbed my baseball cap and camera and slipped into shoes…no time for a coat in spite of the cold air….I was able to follow the hawk as it lifted silently off the railing in search of food.   Down the street it went.  I actually lost it for a time and only when I looked back over my shoulder and up into some trees did I spot it.

Perched.  Waiting.   Hoping. 

The hawk was facing into the wind and you can see the wind ruffle his feathers.  (This was when I wished I had my coat!)  In the picture below the end of the tail feathers reach below the tree branch.  A large and amazing bird.

At some point when I was about frozen in the wind the wonderful bird lifted off for another perch to look for food.  I was able to capture it in flight just after it lifted off the branch.

When the hawk had moved on I looked down at my feet for the first time in about twenty minutes.  There at my left shoe on this gray, cold, and cloudy morning, was the color of happiness that I felt inside.  What a great day!

Sunday Echoes: Brett Somers

Who did not love Brett Somers on the CBS show Match Game?  Or think she would have been the perfect dinner guest?