scottland yard


And now, our co-champion from the pool, Scott Burkett, has his blog forthwith!


First of all, congratulations to Emma who cleaned my (and everyone else’s) clock for most of the tournament. She excelled throughout the whole bracket and I was saved by a lucky (or unlucky) last pick. But here goes anyway . . .

So, here I am trying to be a guest blogger on a site that I truly enjoy while dealing with a case of guilt like I’m going to Mass on the way home from buying birth control at the local pharmacy. I truly hate the fact that I’m writing this at all – I’d have much preferred reading the guest blog of a jubilant Tar Heel that picked us to win and was now reliving their rapturous weekend in San Antonio.

Unfortunately, my father was all but a professional poker player (and not averse to placing a few sports bets either) and he always – always! – stressed that you love with your heart and you bet with your head. Sadly, I’ve thought that Kansas was the best team in the country all year. Good guards, a great 3 in Rush and 4 bigs that all play hard and have skills. Sure, we could have won if we played really well, but we didn’t and that’s that. I won’t forget, however, how many games we gutted out this year or how many times I told everyone that I knew that I loved this team and how hard they played.

So, enough of that. I thought that I’d like to take just a minute of everyone’s time to explain why I got hooked on reading Ian’s blog in the first place. I remember those days in ’89 and ’90 when you had to get up early or know someone who did to get a DTH on Wednesday mornings. Between the crossword, Calvin and Hobbes and Wednesday’s Child, if you didn’t have a DTH by 9:30 you didn’t have a shot of seeing one.

As much as I liked those columns, though, the main reason that I read the blog and kept on reading was that I happened to catch one of Ian’s letters to Lucy within the first few days of visiting. I remember reading it and sitting stock still in my chair for a couple of minutes and then going back and reading it again. It felt like I wrote that piece about my own child, though I doubt I could have done it with half the skill that Ian did.

I’ve felt that way a million times about my own children. I’m stunned and humbled seeing the pure goodness that radiates from these small things that sprang from my wife’s body and introduced me to the person that I’m supposed to be. It’s like someone pressure washed all of the dreck from a few pieces of my personality, put them together with many more pieces of my wife’s personality and then repackaged it into a living reminder of that there are good things in the world – even if my daughter did spend the better part of a month trying to convince me that Daddies really should wear panties since girls don’t like underwear (I think I’m going to need about a year of therapy to fully parse that one long conversation with a 4 year old).

Ian – Thanks for reminding me that the written word is a powerful thing and the written words of people that love you are gems beyond price. My children will have a few simple words from their father every few months to remind them that they have been loved and treasured their entire lives.

I hope I can join in some of the conversations that happen around here now that I’ve gotten over my temporary case of lurking and I hope that I can participate in next year’s pool. I promise I’ll pick the Heels if I think that they are the best team and if I don’t pick them I promise that I’ll be pulling for them and hoping to read a guest blog from one of you guys on the Tuesday after a great weekend in Detroit.


–Big Scott


in June, Caroline will turn six, and Wyatt will be two

0 thoughts on “scottland yard

  1. Killian

    Those are some bee-yoo-tiful children, Scott. Your heart is in ALL the right places; thanks for the entry!

  2. emma

    Bravo, Big Scott! Great bracket to you and you followed it up with a great blog. Keep commenting and telling us what new gems your kids are coming up with.

  3. Anne

    Gorgeous kiddies! Nice thoughts, Scott.
    I hope you will go back and read this stuff when your kids are teenagers and you have moments of wondering: Will I survive this? ;-) Seriously, the years up until puberty are da bomb. Kids shine with their eagerness and innocence.
    Adolescents are brilliant and often charming and fun to talk with when they’re not rolling their eyes at you, but they can also be emotionally exhausting. (Remember what *we* were like at that age?!) May the parent-child love you’re strengthening now be the reserve fuel that gets you all through those years in fine fettle.
    (Don’t mind me; I’m just exhausted ATM.)
    – Anne, older mom of 3 (two still teenagers)

  4. Scott's Mom

    Seldom do I get a chance to embarrass my older son, but this looks like a doozy!! In reality, I see here just one more opportunity to burst my buttons being proud of my older son. Rarely do I get a chance to do it publicly these days.
    The guy can write. He’s got a huge heart just like his dad, a fine intelligence, a biting wit, a great choice in a wife, and fabulous children. That big old heart has been in Chapel Hill since he came here as a freshman–in more ways than one.
    He signed his blog entry “Big Scott.” His dad was known as “Big Jim,” and I can tell you that Big Jim (yes, a great card player and all-around smart guy and source of dozens of funny, improbable-sounding stories) is also proud of his boy. He always was. He always will be. He was a very, very special man, and one of his friends told Scott that as long as Scott lives, Jim will never die. True. True.
    Dad’s proud of you, kiddo, and so am I. Your kids will treasure you as you do your dad and I do all of you.

  5. Big Scott

    Sheesh! Has anyone figured out how to control their mother yet, because I am clearly failing to do so. Ask someone to read something nice about their grandkids and this is what you get. Sorry.

  6. Bud

    Scott — your blog is even better than your bracket. Beautiful kids and a great tribute.
    Cut your mom some slack! You’ll be embarrassing your own kids soon enough. ;-)

  7. Big Scott

    Thanks to everyone for their kind words, including my Mom.
    Anne — I’ve had the same thoughts about banking some positive thoughts now to help me through future upheaval. Maybe this entry will help me deal with the stress the first time that Caroline comes home late from a date. Ugghh, I just made myself a little nauseous thinking about it.

  8. Lindsay

    Great entry!
    And there’s no embarrassment like momma-embarrassment. If you get a little more of it than other people, you earn the sacred right to pass it on to your kids.

  9. Neva

    Dear Scott and Ian
    I’ve been away at a funeral so missed this entry until today. Wanted to say that this was beautiful and very heartfelt. The funeral I went to was for a wonderful father I was lucky enough to know (his name was Don and he was the Dad of my sister-in-law). At the funeral all three of his children spoke about how their Dad’s life taught them to love their own children without inhibition – to be open about it in their actions and words – both written and spoken. When I got back and read this entry I was touched to know both of you are Dads that would make Don proud. Your children are really blessed by your open, honest love for them.


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