The Admiral’s Son, Corey Robinson

David Robinson will always be the Admiral. The Naval Academy grad and San Antonio Spur’s son, Corey Robinson, is not following in his father’s large footsteps. Rather he is a four-star wide receiver at San Antonio Christian. And the U.S. Army All-American is headed to Notre Dame next year. Corey, just stay away from anyone named Manti Te’o, Lennay Kekua, or Ronaiah Tuiasosopo.

Walmart Carrier Classic

Yesterday, on the deck of the USS Yorktown, the Walmart Carrier Classic was played. It would be poor blogger etiquette to joke about Hurricane Sandy and losing basketballs. So I’ll leave you with this picture:

Natalie Achonwa of Notre Dame reaches for the ball against Ashley Adams of Ohio State during the Walmart Carrier Classic on the deck of the USS Yorktown in Charleston, S.C., Nov. 9, 2012

The Admiral’s Son Turns His Back on the Fleet

The Admiral’s son has gone and done it. He has effectively pulled a Benedict Arnold on all of us. Not only is David Robinson’s offspring not going to Canoe U, that cuddly little junior-college also known as the USNA, he is going to the enemy, Notre Dame:

Corey Robinson, a 6-foot-4, sure-handed wide receiver at San Antonio Christian High School, has committed to play football at Notre Dame next season, according to multiple reports.

The son of Naval Academy grad and Basketball Hall of Famer David Robinson, Corey had considered following his father’s path to Annapolis, albeit in a different sport.

There is a word for this. Payback. It is coming. The Academy plays Notre Broad every year and it won’t be pretty the next time. Heck, was it not just a couple of years ago the ring-knockers* finally beat the Irish after 43 years of futility? The giant leprechauns of South Bend better bring their A-game.

* For those who believe that ring-knocking (slang term for Academy grads) is a fairy-tale, it happens. LIterally. I was in McGuire’s (with some OSC classmates who were going through the Pensacola aviation pipeline) and some USNA troll tapped on the table with his ring as we walked by. It was obnoxious. Or perhaps, he was just tapping on the table and meant nothing of it?

Man Catches an 881-Pound Tuna, Only to Have It Taken Away

Two stories hit the national airwaves, the webwaves, tonight. One concerns a fisherman who caught an enormous bluefin tunafish. And the second is about how walking through doorways causes forgetfulness.

Carlos Rafael and his Fish Story

Let’s mack the fish story first. So the angler angling for the record tuna is named Carlos Rafael and he was dragging nets and snagged a whale-like fish:

A Massachusetts fisherman pulled in an 881-pound tuna this week only to have the federal authorities take it away. It sounds like a libertarian twist on the classic novella by Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea, but for Carlos Rafael, the saga is completely true.

Rafael and his crew were using nets to catch bottom-dwellers when they inadvertently snagged the giant tuna. However, federal fishery enforcement agents took control of the behemoth when the boat returned to port.

Dang. I caught a fish, once, nearly that big. And I’ll discuss it and share pictures. In this very blogpost. Promise. First, let’s go to the next story.

Doors of Perception at Notre Dame

So Notre Dame* invested some hard-earned money to answer one of the major existential questions of life. Do folks like you and me tend to be forgetful when we traverse from one room to the next? Does the new space lend to forgetfulness:

New research from University of Notre Dame Psychology Professor Gabriel Radvansky suggests that passing through doorways is the cause of these memory lapses.

“Entering or exiting through a doorway serves as an ‘event boundary’ in the mind, which separates episodes of activity and files them away,” Radvansky explains.

Yeah, okay. Let’s test this theory. I am getting up. Still blogging with my laptop. And passing through a doorway. Nothing. I am unaffected. No early onset Alfred Heimers. (I am not quite familiar enough with Alfred to call him Al. Al’z Heimers. You know, Alzheimer’s.)

I am perfectly fine. Okay, back to the first story. Hmmmm, interesting. I seem to have forgotten exactly what happened when I caught that one monster fish. You’ll just have to take my word on it.

* Not sure if you are aware that Notre Dame’s School of Paralegal-ery has a club called the Notary Dames. But it is for women only. And they are trained in all the jurisprudent dark arts: notary, notoriety, filing fu, paralegal-ery duties, paramilitary skillz. Them some shifty dames, ‘dats fer sure.