A brilliant philosopher once wrote, "Usually, if there's freight for the weekend, it gets assigned at some point on Friday." I would have preferred to be wrong on that one. As it is, there was apparently no freight for the weekend. The weather was nice though, and I got to see a pretty entertaining ballgame this afternoon. C'est la vie.
So the week ends at 2,110 miles plus some northeast pay. Nothing to write home about, but it was a pretty easy week of work for around $850. If there was nothing to haul on Saturday, I wouldn't expect any great things to occur on Sunday either. The way my luck goes though, I'll probably sit around all morning and then get an assignment right before the hockey game starts.
Guess I'll watch some more of my Simpsons episodes now. Thus far, I don't find the show to be all that good. I'm determined not to be the only one who hasn't seen it though. I shall press on...
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
5/1/09
At least the Wings are doing what they do. This baseball game has been pitiful. (I reserve the right to revise and extend the preceding sentence if the Cleveland bullpen continues to implode.)
On a long day of driving, I find that a good audio book is a handy tool to pass the time. Lord of the Rings has been pretty solid thus far, although I think the narrator might be the same guy that did Brave New World. In any case, the miles were passing by easily and the detailed story was very helpful to the cause. The only heavy traffic that I encountered was right outside Harrisburg during the afternoon rush. All of those freeway merges and such were backed up as they tend to be. Otherwise it was just a steady and rainy affair. I made my drop at the ConWay yard in Montgomery a little while ago and then found one of the few open parking spaces at the T/A around the corner, so that was that.
I'm #2 on the board so I don't know what to expect from here. Usually, if there's freight for the weekend, it gets assigned at some point on Friday. For now I'm still in limbo. {Homerun Cabrera! Tigers are within 1 ... now back to your regularly scheduled blog post} I wouldn't mind a somewhat easy run for the weekend, to be perfectly honest. I have a chunk of northeast pay coming, so as long as I can get over 2,500 miles I'll be content. It would be cool to get off the road in time to watch the hockey game on Sunday.
So... after reading that infamous pdf file from DHS a while back, I am not quite convinced that I'm a right-wing extremist. Probably more of a standard "angry white male" or something. They did have some egg on their face for that one though, so what could they possibly do as a follow-up? Nothing quite so bizarre, right? Haha, uhh, yeah. Seriously. I don't even know what to say about this one. Of course, with two wars being fought, Iran going nuclear, North Korea launching missiles, the Soviet Union reconstituting, unemployment reaching higher levels every month, the national debt spiraling out of control, GDP falling, and illegal immigration going unchecked, it's always a relief to see that Congress has its priorities in order. Your great Republic in action, I guess. It's probably time for Roger Clemens' trainer to make another appearance while we're at it.
{Tigers go 1,2,3 in the ninth. Game over.}
On a long day of driving, I find that a good audio book is a handy tool to pass the time. Lord of the Rings has been pretty solid thus far, although I think the narrator might be the same guy that did Brave New World. In any case, the miles were passing by easily and the detailed story was very helpful to the cause. The only heavy traffic that I encountered was right outside Harrisburg during the afternoon rush. All of those freeway merges and such were backed up as they tend to be. Otherwise it was just a steady and rainy affair. I made my drop at the ConWay yard in Montgomery a little while ago and then found one of the few open parking spaces at the T/A around the corner, so that was that.
I'm #2 on the board so I don't know what to expect from here. Usually, if there's freight for the weekend, it gets assigned at some point on Friday. For now I'm still in limbo. {Homerun Cabrera! Tigers are within 1 ... now back to your regularly scheduled blog post} I wouldn't mind a somewhat easy run for the weekend, to be perfectly honest. I have a chunk of northeast pay coming, so as long as I can get over 2,500 miles I'll be content. It would be cool to get off the road in time to watch the hockey game on Sunday.
So... after reading that infamous pdf file from DHS a while back, I am not quite convinced that I'm a right-wing extremist. Probably more of a standard "angry white male" or something. They did have some egg on their face for that one though, so what could they possibly do as a follow-up? Nothing quite so bizarre, right? Haha, uhh, yeah. Seriously. I don't even know what to say about this one. Of course, with two wars being fought, Iran going nuclear, North Korea launching missiles, the Soviet Union reconstituting, unemployment reaching higher levels every month, the national debt spiraling out of control, GDP falling, and illegal immigration going unchecked, it's always a relief to see that Congress has its priorities in order. Your great Republic in action, I guess. It's probably time for Roger Clemens' trainer to make another appearance while we're at it.
{Tigers go 1,2,3 in the ninth. Game over.}
Thursday, April 30, 2009
4/30/09
Given that today wasn't terribly productive, one might be inclined to think that it was a complete waste. Au contraire, mes amis. I parallel parked this bad boy between two RV's in one motion, without a whole lot of room to spare. That has to count for something. I have never been much good at the whole parallel parking bit. There was one parking spot open at the rest area outside Radford and it was the kind of spot that I would typically forsake. Today though, we had what may be an early symptom of swine flu with which to deal. Yeah, I had to stop. Immediately. For whatever reason, that rest area was like Grand Central Station this morning. I set up, threw it in reverse, and voila! To quote Ace Ventura - Like a glove. The folks at Fenian Godfather Investigations appear to have found the source of my gastrointestinal discomfort though.
My load was ready at the Knoxville ConWay yard when I checked in at 4:30am, so that was pretty nice. If I'm going to wake at a ridiculous hour, the least they can do is have my trailer ready a little early for me. Notwithstanding the aforementioned display of parallel parking mastery, the morning was quite easy. 18,000 pounds in the wagon. Hardly any traffic. Just a quick four-hour jaunt into Virginia. I got rid of my loaded trailer and found myself #1 on the board at 9:45am. Things were looking pretty favorable for me. After a nice long nap, I woke to find that I had been assigned to a load but my Qualcomm had powered down so I never got the message. I fired up the truck and found that I really didn't like the message when it came through. I'll be taking a relay from here tomorrow afternoon and heading for New York. The 487 miles, all with northeast pay tacked on, will make tomorrow a pretty profitable day. Today though, not so much.
The northeast is usually a decent place to catch some nice work for the weekend. With something over 2,100 miles on the books by the time I'm empty tomorrow night, I could end up with a healthy paycheck once all is said and done. For now it looks like I've got some time to catch up on my reading.
My load was ready at the Knoxville ConWay yard when I checked in at 4:30am, so that was pretty nice. If I'm going to wake at a ridiculous hour, the least they can do is have my trailer ready a little early for me. Notwithstanding the aforementioned display of parallel parking mastery, the morning was quite easy. 18,000 pounds in the wagon. Hardly any traffic. Just a quick four-hour jaunt into Virginia. I got rid of my loaded trailer and found myself #1 on the board at 9:45am. Things were looking pretty favorable for me. After a nice long nap, I woke to find that I had been assigned to a load but my Qualcomm had powered down so I never got the message. I fired up the truck and found that I really didn't like the message when it came through. I'll be taking a relay from here tomorrow afternoon and heading for New York. The 487 miles, all with northeast pay tacked on, will make tomorrow a pretty profitable day. Today though, not so much.
The northeast is usually a decent place to catch some nice work for the weekend. With something over 2,100 miles on the books by the time I'm empty tomorrow night, I could end up with a healthy paycheck once all is said and done. For now it looks like I've got some time to catch up on my reading.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
4/29/09
I've never been to the Philippines. Is the dental service really that thorough? I suspect that we're looking at some false advertising here.Pretty easy day overall today. I didn't have to get up too early, so that's always a good place to start. I bounced across Tennessee and then pulled into the consignee's lot. The forklift guy told me to stage in front of the dock and then back in once the truck ahead of me pulled out of there. I parked in front of the other truck and opened my doors. Sweet...
I had suspected that I may run into a problem with that load. The loaders had put the pallet on the left all the way against the wall of the trailer and had left a lot of room on the right. I couldn't get the hooks for my straps between the beer and the wall on the left, so I did the best I could and hooked in above the stack. For what it's worth, I think the halfassed strapping job did keep the whole damn thing from crashing off the pallet, even if it did contribute some left-to-right pressure in the process.I backed into the dock when my turn came up and then expected to have a hassle on my hands. Not so fast though... The forklift guy scooted his forks under the pallet and then shifted it to the right, against the wall of the trailer. Straightened up the whole damn stack. Then he backed it out of my trailer and drove it forward against a wall. Straightened up the front-to-back alignment. Then he lifted it a few feet and set it down abruptly. Settled all of the cases into nice and neat rows. I know I'm easily entertained but that was pretty impressive.
By the time I got unloaded I had received my next planned load info. I guess it has been a while since we discussed the standard CTL playbook, but this one will fit the template. I had to go to the ConWay yard in Knoxville and stage for a load leaving tomorrow morning. I'll be relaying the load to a colleague in... come on now... think of the playbook... Troutville, Virginia. Substitute Knoxville for Nashville and there you have it. Standard routine.
The load is set to leave here by 6am but the guy in the office said that it will be ready between 4am and 5am. Probably ought to get some sleep before too long. In the meantime I can't decide if I should listen to the Tigers or hold off for another pastime of mine. I'll probably go with the bingo game. I can keep the press shindig on the radio and watch the pitch-by-pitch of the ballgame on my cell phone. I'll post a comment if I get a bingo. It usually takes about ten or eleven minutes during a speech, but this press conference format can be unpredictable.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
4/28/09
I think I might have threatened to cut some guy's head off today. I probably shouldn't have done that. It's not clear that he heard me though, since he kept driving like a douche. That is basically the story of my day - crossing Missouri with a heavy load in the trailer and a bunch of peckerheads around me. The hills and traffic and all of that had me steaming pretty good for a while there. I was also lucky enough to hit St. Louis during the afternoon rush. The traffic in town really wasn't terrible but, like I said, heavy trailer and such. All of the accelerating and decelerating can get to you after a while.
Once I got into Illinois the rest of the drive was pretty easy. I stayed around 55mph and hung out in the right lane while everyone else left me alone. No more death threats from that point forward. I finished off Illinois and Kentucky before my hours ran out, so I'll have something around four hours to go from here to Knoxville. I was able to cover 650 miles today. I guess that ain't too bad. My pace was slowed a little bit by the double nickel in Illinois and my route out of Kansas (still on my 'no out-of-pocket tolls' kick). In order to avoid the toll road, I took US-40 from Topeka to Lawrence and then dropped down onto KS-10 to the east. That was actually a pretty easy route but it probably cost me a little extra time.
So those kooky right-wing extremists managed to rid themselves of a principled and courageous American hero (err... umm... something like that). They had better get out the big guns for their next mark, 'cause the chick who has appointed herself as their spokesman ain't going anywhere. I'm not sure who will have the last laugh though, since the new utopia will probably end in a few years anyway. Smoke if you got 'em.
Once I got into Illinois the rest of the drive was pretty easy. I stayed around 55mph and hung out in the right lane while everyone else left me alone. No more death threats from that point forward. I finished off Illinois and Kentucky before my hours ran out, so I'll have something around four hours to go from here to Knoxville. I was able to cover 650 miles today. I guess that ain't too bad. My pace was slowed a little bit by the double nickel in Illinois and my route out of Kansas (still on my 'no out-of-pocket tolls' kick). In order to avoid the toll road, I took US-40 from Topeka to Lawrence and then dropped down onto KS-10 to the east. That was actually a pretty easy route but it probably cost me a little extra time.
So those kooky right-wing extremists managed to rid themselves of a principled and courageous American hero (err... umm... something like that). They had better get out the big guns for their next mark, 'cause the chick who has appointed herself as their spokesman ain't going anywhere. I'm not sure who will have the last laugh though, since the new utopia will probably end in a few years anyway. Smoke if you got 'em.
Monday, April 27, 2009
4/27/09
♫ Mama said there'll be days like this, there'll be days like this Mama said... ♫
When the first thing that you see at 5am is snow all over your windshield, this is probably not the best omen. When the second thing that you see is a truck parked in front of you, where trucks are not allowed to park... well, you can see where this is going. One of those mornings.
After I got myself extricated from my parking space at the Flying J, the morning traffic was fairly light but still quite slow on account of the steady snowfall. For those of you playing the home game, you are welcome to follow along here for a map of the next part of our little narrative, if you so desire. My directions said that I should exit I-25 and head east on Alameda. So far, so good. Then they said to go south on Broadway, east on Virginia, and then north on Pearl to the customer. Yeah, all those buildings... those are houses. The directions had an additional line at the end though, indicating that these specific directions are the only way that we should get to the customer. So I ignored a 'No Trucks over 7,000 Pounds' sign on every block and snaked my way through the snowy neighborhood and onto Pearl Street. Good enough.
On account of having followed my directions to the letter, I was facing north when I got to the customer's location. Remember the part about not seeing any loading docks? Yeah, they just needed me to back into the little lot on the north end of the building. And yes, the parked cars were there too.
I'm pretty decent at navigating tight situations, but to make that kind of blindside maneuver would be above my pay grade. By the time I pulled forward between the rows of parked cars, it would have been impossible to kick the trailer around the corner to my right. So I asked the guy if there was somewhere for me to turn around and take a crack at it from the other direction. Then I could use the wide sidewalk in front of that open garage and get a better angle of attack. Plus I would be backing to my left so I could see what was going on.
He gave me some rudimentary directions - "Go up a couple blocks, take a left, couple more, take another left, etc." I did as I was told and found myself on more tight residential streets with more 'No Trucks' signs. By the time I wound myself back onto the main drag, I found that I was on which street? Alameda, of course. So my bullshit directions should have been to go east on Alameda and take a right on Pearl. Simple enough. This would have kept me out of those neighborhoods and left me facing in the right direction when I arrived. Whatevs.
I got backed in without any major delays and kicked back for a bit. I had to push my right mirror against my window in order to make enough room for the dairy trucks to enter and exit their driveway. Pretty tight quarters, I must say. The ass end of my trailer was backed up to the building and the front of my truck was halfway out the gate.
The unloading was done by guys climbing into my trailer and dragging stuff out by hand, so that took a while. Once I was empty, my work wasn't yet finished. I still had to get out of that neighborhood. The aforementioned parked cars on both sides of the street kept me from being able to make a right turn out of the gate. So all I could do was make a left and then look for intersections that were wide enough to allow me to get back out to Alameda. I did find my way out there eventually. As I got a green light and made my left turn, the dipshit coming from my left decided to stop himself right under the light instead of leaving me some room to make the turn. Amidst the rush hour traffic there would be no backing up (for him or for me), so I was going to have to make it work. I went up on the sidewalk on the far side of the avenue and inched forward until I had cleared the moron.
Whew! Finally on a decent road... what? Flashing blue lights? You can't be serious. I know I was off the truck routes, but what the hell else was I going to do?
So I readied my excuse and pulled to the curb. By this time, after I had blocked the intersection to make my slow turn and the cop had everyone staring at the pretty lights, there was traffic backed up in every direction. He nestled in behind me and the other motorists started to go around. I was only about a hundred yards from my damned consignee at the time. At least I could point to their building and try to explain. After two or three minutes, our friend from the PD just cut into traffic and took off with his lights still flashing, leaving me wondering what in the hell was going on. I wasn't sure if there was still a cop back there and a second cop had taken off, or if I just caught a break and he was gone. I waited for another couple of minutes and then started moving forward. Nobody back there. I'll be damned. If you robbed a liquor store in Denver this morning and that cop took the call, I guess I owe you one.
So I did get back to I-25 in one piece after all. I was #2 on the board so I decided to head up to the Sapp Brothers in Commerce City and park until I received a new assignment. Five seconds after I merged into the bumper-to-bumper traffic, the assignment came through. I would be picking up in Golden, Colorado. I had no idea which way to go in order to head toward Golden. The only time I had ever heard of Golden, Colorado was at the end of Coors commercials. My stop location information would likely include a freeway and exit number, but I would have to confirm the assignment via satellite before that information would be sent to me. This wasn't going to happen as long as I was dodging cars on the snowy freeway. I grabbed my atlas and managed to see 'E-13' next to 'Golden' in the index during one of my brief glances. Yeah, 'E-13' is pretty much the whole Denver area. That didn't help.
I got to the interchange with I-70 and decided to go west instead of going east to the Sapp Brothers. Traffic looked pretty heavy on the eastbound ramp. Westbound was moving freely. Once I got settled onto I-70, I seemed to remember a T/A somewhere on the west edge of Denver. I would be able to park there and figure out where I needed to go to pick up my load. The truck stop was only a few miles down and there was plenty of room to park. I confirmed the assignment and took a good look at my map. In tonight's 'smelling like a rose' segment, we learn that Golden is the town right next to that T/A. Beauty.
I made a quick drop/hook at the shipper there and then hopped back on I-70 to head back eastward. The snow stopped at some point and the sun eventually came out once I was around a hundred miles into Kansas. The Tigers knocked off the 160 million dollar man and his evil cohorts. My week is off to a good start mileage-wise. The Sapp Brothers in Junction City gave me a cheeseburger for free, since its shelf life had expired. I guess today wasn't so bad after all.
I'm due in Knoxville, Tennessee by Wednesday afternoon. I imagine I'll knock out a pretty full day of driving tomorrow and then finish off the last couple hundred miles on Wednesday. Between the short deadhead and this loaded run I'll be somewhere just under 1,400 miles for the week once I'm empty. Not bad.
When the first thing that you see at 5am is snow all over your windshield, this is probably not the best omen. When the second thing that you see is a truck parked in front of you, where trucks are not allowed to park... well, you can see where this is going. One of those mornings.
After I got myself extricated from my parking space at the Flying J, the morning traffic was fairly light but still quite slow on account of the steady snowfall. For those of you playing the home game, you are welcome to follow along here for a map of the next part of our little narrative, if you so desire. My directions said that I should exit I-25 and head east on Alameda. So far, so good. Then they said to go south on Broadway, east on Virginia, and then north on Pearl to the customer. Yeah, all those buildings... those are houses. The directions had an additional line at the end though, indicating that these specific directions are the only way that we should get to the customer. So I ignored a 'No Trucks over 7,000 Pounds' sign on every block and snaked my way through the snowy neighborhood and onto Pearl Street. Good enough.
On account of having followed my directions to the letter, I was facing north when I got to the customer's location. Remember the part about not seeing any loading docks? Yeah, they just needed me to back into the little lot on the north end of the building. And yes, the parked cars were there too.
I'm pretty decent at navigating tight situations, but to make that kind of blindside maneuver would be above my pay grade. By the time I pulled forward between the rows of parked cars, it would have been impossible to kick the trailer around the corner to my right. So I asked the guy if there was somewhere for me to turn around and take a crack at it from the other direction. Then I could use the wide sidewalk in front of that open garage and get a better angle of attack. Plus I would be backing to my left so I could see what was going on.
He gave me some rudimentary directions - "Go up a couple blocks, take a left, couple more, take another left, etc." I did as I was told and found myself on more tight residential streets with more 'No Trucks' signs. By the time I wound myself back onto the main drag, I found that I was on which street? Alameda, of course. So my bullshit directions should have been to go east on Alameda and take a right on Pearl. Simple enough. This would have kept me out of those neighborhoods and left me facing in the right direction when I arrived. Whatevs.
I got backed in without any major delays and kicked back for a bit. I had to push my right mirror against my window in order to make enough room for the dairy trucks to enter and exit their driveway. Pretty tight quarters, I must say. The ass end of my trailer was backed up to the building and the front of my truck was halfway out the gate.
The unloading was done by guys climbing into my trailer and dragging stuff out by hand, so that took a while. Once I was empty, my work wasn't yet finished. I still had to get out of that neighborhood. The aforementioned parked cars on both sides of the street kept me from being able to make a right turn out of the gate. So all I could do was make a left and then look for intersections that were wide enough to allow me to get back out to Alameda. I did find my way out there eventually. As I got a green light and made my left turn, the dipshit coming from my left decided to stop himself right under the light instead of leaving me some room to make the turn. Amidst the rush hour traffic there would be no backing up (for him or for me), so I was going to have to make it work. I went up on the sidewalk on the far side of the avenue and inched forward until I had cleared the moron.
Whew! Finally on a decent road... what? Flashing blue lights? You can't be serious. I know I was off the truck routes, but what the hell else was I going to do?
So I readied my excuse and pulled to the curb. By this time, after I had blocked the intersection to make my slow turn and the cop had everyone staring at the pretty lights, there was traffic backed up in every direction. He nestled in behind me and the other motorists started to go around. I was only about a hundred yards from my damned consignee at the time. At least I could point to their building and try to explain. After two or three minutes, our friend from the PD just cut into traffic and took off with his lights still flashing, leaving me wondering what in the hell was going on. I wasn't sure if there was still a cop back there and a second cop had taken off, or if I just caught a break and he was gone. I waited for another couple of minutes and then started moving forward. Nobody back there. I'll be damned. If you robbed a liquor store in Denver this morning and that cop took the call, I guess I owe you one.
So I did get back to I-25 in one piece after all. I was #2 on the board so I decided to head up to the Sapp Brothers in Commerce City and park until I received a new assignment. Five seconds after I merged into the bumper-to-bumper traffic, the assignment came through. I would be picking up in Golden, Colorado. I had no idea which way to go in order to head toward Golden. The only time I had ever heard of Golden, Colorado was at the end of Coors commercials. My stop location information would likely include a freeway and exit number, but I would have to confirm the assignment via satellite before that information would be sent to me. This wasn't going to happen as long as I was dodging cars on the snowy freeway. I grabbed my atlas and managed to see 'E-13' next to 'Golden' in the index during one of my brief glances. Yeah, 'E-13' is pretty much the whole Denver area. That didn't help.
I got to the interchange with I-70 and decided to go west instead of going east to the Sapp Brothers. Traffic looked pretty heavy on the eastbound ramp. Westbound was moving freely. Once I got settled onto I-70, I seemed to remember a T/A somewhere on the west edge of Denver. I would be able to park there and figure out where I needed to go to pick up my load. The truck stop was only a few miles down and there was plenty of room to park. I confirmed the assignment and took a good look at my map. In tonight's 'smelling like a rose' segment, we learn that Golden is the town right next to that T/A. Beauty.
I made a quick drop/hook at the shipper there and then hopped back on I-70 to head back eastward. The snow stopped at some point and the sun eventually came out once I was around a hundred miles into Kansas. The Tigers knocked off the 160 million dollar man and his evil cohorts. My week is off to a good start mileage-wise. The Sapp Brothers in Junction City gave me a cheeseburger for free, since its shelf life had expired. I guess today wasn't so bad after all.
I'm due in Knoxville, Tennessee by Wednesday afternoon. I imagine I'll knock out a pretty full day of driving tomorrow and then finish off the last couple hundred miles on Wednesday. Between the short deadhead and this loaded run I'll be somewhere just under 1,400 miles for the week once I'm empty. Not bad.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
4/26/09
The truck drivers of the world do love the old Flying J, don't they? It seems that these places are chock full of trucks at any time and in any location. Today's particular excursion found me circling the lot in Aurora a few times at 1:30pm before a parking space opened up. I guess I could have gone down the road a few more miles to the Sapp Brothers, but last night's post left me in the mood for a slice of pizza from Flying J. Since the Bosselman's at Exit 54 in Kansas had no peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I stopped this morning to check, I felt obligated to get my slice of pizza for dinner.
It got nice and cold last night in Kansas. That was pretty sweet. It seems that I'm able to sleep a little bit at night as long as the air is cold. Today is a somewhat cool and cloudy sort of afternoon in the Denver area, so I imagine it'll be good and chilly tonight as well.
Now I'll have to spend my evening coming to grips with the fact that Notre Dame's highest-drafted player was picked in the 4th Round, just after a defensive tackle from the University of Western Ontario. The NFL.com analysis on the Ontario kid tells us just about all we need to know - "Martin is a native Canadian who also attended college north of the border. Nobody really knows how good his competition was in college, but he had a great workout at Michigan's pro day. It's ironic that he wound up getting drafted ahead of any Michigan player." So Our Lady's guys are worse than unknown? Damn. At least this means that my Irish got someone drafted before U of M did. Baby steps, my friends. Baby steps. Even if my team ain't so good just yet, it's still easier to live in Michigan when the local team is worse. Best of luck to David Bruton with the Broncos, but his departure signals the official end of the Willingham era at Notre Dame. I'm not too sure about the 2010 draft, but I think the Irish will be quite well represented in 2011 and beyond.
It got nice and cold last night in Kansas. That was pretty sweet. It seems that I'm able to sleep a little bit at night as long as the air is cold. Today is a somewhat cool and cloudy sort of afternoon in the Denver area, so I imagine it'll be good and chilly tonight as well.
Now I'll have to spend my evening coming to grips with the fact that Notre Dame's highest-drafted player was picked in the 4th Round, just after a defensive tackle from the University of Western Ontario. The NFL.com analysis on the Ontario kid tells us just about all we need to know - "Martin is a native Canadian who also attended college north of the border. Nobody really knows how good his competition was in college, but he had a great workout at Michigan's pro day. It's ironic that he wound up getting drafted ahead of any Michigan player." So Our Lady's guys are worse than unknown? Damn. At least this means that my Irish got someone drafted before U of M did. Baby steps, my friends. Baby steps. Even if my team ain't so good just yet, it's still easier to live in Michigan when the local team is worse. Best of luck to David Bruton with the Broncos, but his departure signals the official end of the Willingham era at Notre Dame. I'm not too sure about the 2010 draft, but I think the Irish will be quite well represented in 2011 and beyond.
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