In Oklahoma the tornado siren went off.
I knew exactly what to do. I am Japanese. We drill for disasters the way other nations drill for war.
I had a helmet. I had a flashlight. I had a whistle, a radio, three days of water, and a laminated evacuation map I made myself.
I got under the table.
Then I heard laughter. Outside.
I looked through the window.
My entire street was on their porches.
Lawn chairs. Coolers. A man was grilling.
I want to be very clear. The sky was green. The sirens were singing the song of the end of the world. And Dale from next door was flipping burgers and watching the horizon like it was a football game.
He saw me in the window, in my helmet, and waved me over.
I asked him, should we not take shelter.
He looked at the sky for a long moment, the way my grandfather looked at the sea.
He said, "It's still two counties over."
Two counties. He measured the apocalypse in counties. Casually. The way you say the pizza is ten minutes away.
Then he handed me a lemonade and explained the system.
The siren does not mean hide. The siren means come outside and check.
You go inside when the weatherman takes off his jacket.
You go to the shelter when he rolls up his sleeves.
I thought he was joking. He was not joking. In Oklahoma the weatherman is not a man on television. He is a prophet. Families have trusted the same one for thirty years. Children stay calm in storms because his voice is calm.
Japan built satellites to watch the sky. Oklahoma watches one man's sleeves.
Both systems work.
Then the sky turned a green I have never seen, and the birds went silent, and every person on every porch stood up at the same time, without a word, like a church rising for a hymn.
The weatherman rolled up his sleeves.
Dale turned off the grill, picked up his chair, and said, "Alright, come on."
His whole family, and me, went down into the shelter under his garage. His wife had snacks ready. His daughter asked me about my helmet. We waited out the storm the way you wait out rain at a bus stop.
It passed north of us.
We came up. The porches refilled. Dale turned the grill back on.
I asked him if he is ever afraid.
He said, "Sure. That's why we watch."
I have lived in Japan for forty years and I have never once watched.
We prepare for nature. We hide from it, respectfully, behind walls our grandfathers spent lifetimes building.
In Oklahoma they sit on the porch and greet it by name.
I understand now. This is not recklessness.
It is a very old kind of courage. The kind where fear and dinner happen at the same time.
The burgers were excellent.
According to @MikeStrawMedia, many devs who knew about the stuff coming to College Football 27 were “livid” about it for months
He says “Even future single-player-only titles will have more monetization options enabled.” This is no longer about just CFB 27
This is about the future and direction of games coming from EA. I am speechless #CFBPlayDontPay
i don’t like being blindsided by micro transactions and removing features hidden behind all the new shiny stuff
i like the game a lot. the devs did a great job. whoever made the micro transaction decision did not #CFBPlayDontPay
The Big 12 has announced that they will be introducing live replay review conversations, following the ACC’s lead from last season.
This allows fans watching the TV broadcast to hear the conversation between the replay officials and the on-field official.
Brett Yormark announces that the Big 12 and Monster Energy have entered a multi-year partnership. Big 12 football will be branded the "Monster Energy Big 12 Football." Same for men's and women's basketball as well.
Monster will have conference sponsorship patches on team jerseys
Incredibly difficult to wrangle with the ending of that US World Cup run. It felt like so much progress was made, but that was an absolute meltdown against a team you can beat. No urgency, pure panic, just not ready for the moment.