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Someone throw the penalty flag!

Sincerely disappointing. The football game to determine the champion of the season, the Superbowl of the collegiate ranks, the sadly-named Discover-BCS National Championship Game, is available only on cable television.

Well, that isn’t exactly true. If you have a handheld computer device that can access the ESPN application (and live in the Pacific time zone) you can view it on WatchESPN.

Unfortunately, the television I generally park myself in front of for couch-potato-ing doesn’t feature ESPN. (Editor’s Note: There is a television in the bookstore office that is part of a cable bundle – including ESPN – that would be viewable if the proprietor cared to forego dinner and stay at the shop for most of the evening.)

I thought there were some things that remained sacred. The NFL is still carried on the free channels. News bulletins. Car races. Soap operas. Even the shopping channels have a spot on the basic tier. Most of the college bowls games?

Nope.

They belonged to ESPN. I didn’t see too many as a result.

The OU Sooners played their game on the FOX network, but then – after halftime – fans like me were hurting too much to continue watching. In fact, fans who shelled out for tickets, travel, hotels, meals, and souvenirs were filing out of the stadium long before the game ended. Even though it was one of the few games of the season I could watch, I couldn’t bear it.

I’ll have to wait until March, I suppose, when the basketball season is carried by old trusty CBS, available on that ESPN-less screen.

Of course, I can watch all the BookTV I want, at least until the publishers organize and hold a championship, which will be snapped up by ESPN, no doubt.

Sports department.

Don’t get me wrong, I was rooting for West Virginia. I may be a bookseller, but I’m also a sports fan. Big 12. Big 4 (As the Tulsa World calls the four area schools). I hated to see the Mountaineers fall to Syracuse (Syracuse?) but on the other hand, there is that new rivalry with established conference programs.

The prediction, early on, was that Gino Smith, the WV quarterback – a Heisman frontrunner – was going to come into the Big 12 and oversee the blowing out of the traditional powers on his way to a NYC trip to pick up the heavy brass statue.

Oooops.

That didn’t happen. In fact, Gino and the West Virginia program not only didn’t play up to expectations, they had to have been a disappointment to their own fans. They fell flat for fans of the Big 12, too.

The Conference has been represented so far by Baylor, which whipped up on UCLA, Texas (which looked like it was going down to defeat, but) rallied to vanquish Oregon State in the waning minutes. Hey! A win is a win! In that same vein, Texas Tech came from behind to win over Minnesota. 3 for 3. Batting .1000 to bring a baseball metaphor into a football story.

The bottom line is, going into Saturday’s slate of games, the Big 12 was representing itself pretty well, until those league newcomers lined up. I wanted them to win. Don’t get me wrong. I always want the conference teams to play well against the other leagues’ best.

WV… what happened? The team that was going to win it all in the Big 12 with the quarterback that was going to win the Heisman – lost. 38-14. Hey, Mountaineers! What happened?

Humility tastes best when it is first sampled by those who would swallow it with the most difficulty. West Virginia… welcome to the Big 12 Conference!

As a football fan that first wants the local schools to win, followed by the conference schools, I hated that West Virginia met its match in its first representation as a Big 12 school. On the other hand, if a conference team had to lose, best it was West Virginia, those upstarts that had all the pundits talking them up smartly.

Oklahoma. Oklahoma State. Texas. Texas Tech. Kansas State. These are teams that wait in the wings for a chance at the Mountaineers, in conference. West Virginia? It’s the off-season for you now.

Practice up.

(Oh. The picture? I decided that random images of the store need to be included for those who are just – tuning in, to use an old (but familiar to me) metaphor. There is no actual football going on inside, except during the games, on television… In the office.

There is a Sports Department. With actual books. Come and look!

What the Dickens?

I’ve been spending time with a favorite family, one that I’ve not visited in some time. The tribulations facing William Dorrit and his grown children make for some great drama, as co-presented by the BBC and WGBH-Boston in an adaptation of Little Dorrit, by Charles Dickens.

Somehow, I missed the whole miniseries when it aired in the US in 2010, but thanks to the hand-held viewing device (you know the thing to which I refer, which shall go un-named here…) I’ve been able to catch up on the episodes.

Much of the real-life of Mr. Dickens was woven into the fabric of his stories, and the patriarch of the Dorrit clan begins the story imprisoned for debt – just as Dickens’ own father had been jailed. A social reformer on many issues, Dickens points out the lack of logic in detaining debtors, who otherwise might have been able to work to pay off their creditors.

Although the work was published serially more than 150 years ago, his topics still reflect the times. One of the subplots involves a banker who is said to turn his clients investments to gold with unfailing returns – in the manner of present-day schemer Bernie Madoff. And – just as the financial scheme of Madoff’s house came crashing down, Mr. Merdle suffers financial and social ruin when his investment scheme eventually fails. The characters in Little Dorrit have their financial security destroyed due to the collapse of what had been considered a no-risk investment, as did the victims of Bernie Madoff.

Where Dickens created distinct characters to enliven his novels, the BBC production has followed faithfully. Andy Serkis plays the evil villain Mssr. Rigaud, who hisses about as much as the character Gollum in the Lord of the Rings movies, also played by Serkis. And Mr. Pancks, the snorting and nervous-twitching rent collector is done justice by British actor Eddie Marsan.

I realize though, that it isn’t the Dorrit family I’m especially fond of – it is the telling of their story by Charles Dickens that draws me in. During William Dorrit’s stint in prison he is alternately pompous and sniveling. When he is freed at long last, his newly-found fortune inspires conceit and condescension rather than inspiration for the greater good. His daughter Fanny was already snobbish before the family fortunes changed, and son Edward is idle and feckless regardless of his financial position.

Only Little Dorrit – Amy – who was born in the debtors’ prison, remains her kindhearted self throughout.

Perhaps if I had offered a Little Dorrit action figure instead of the one of Mr. Dickens (complete with removable pen and hat!), it might have sold during the holiday season. I’m a firm believer though, that Dickens is the gift that keeps on giving!

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