Westmoreland Asays

My brother-in-law returned home from his mission to Ghana late tonight, where he spent the last two years proselyting and serving the people there--all on his own dime. Meg joined much of her family in welcoming him home at PDX (read her take here ), while we-three-boys spent most of the weekend on our own in Capital City.

Click To Play There seems to be a tradition forming: I made my third annual trip to Autzen to watch a Ducks' football game. I took my oldest son, Aaron, with tickets (reserved seating) that I purchased from someone on craigslist for only $25/ticket; we could follow the action of the game just fine, but we were about as high as the stadium goes. The Ducks happened to be playing Utah State (one of my alma maters), so that was an added bonus. Both Aaron and I had a great time cheering and watching the Ducks destroy the Aggies. But I think Aaron's most joyful moment came after the game when he got to run around on the actual football field with thousands of other fans.

I recently implemented a gadget that shows me how visitors are finding my blog; most are from people I know and expect, but every week or so someone reads my blog after searching Google. In other words, if you search Google by any of these key word groupings below, my blog scores high on the list, and these persons actually took the time to visit the Bizan Bandit. So here is the list: (I'll keep this updated as I find new entries) #1 : " HT Biking " Hmm, no comment. The visitor was someone in Austria. #2 : " children hurt playing football " Sandwiched between two popular medical web sites--I've got more credentials than Doogie Howser. #1 : " how easy is it to get hurt in football " Better than Wikipedia, more relevant than the NFL. #2 : " People Playing Football " I'm slowly becoming the expert on all things football . . . #1 : " how people get hurt from football " This is funny because people will learn how NOT to get hurt