As a regular segment on ryanwelton.com, I plan to tip you off to cool things I find on YouTube. With the installation of my CreativeLabs audio card a couple weeks ago, I can again hear non-DirectSound sound.

That's geek talk for: I can watch me some YouTube, mofo!

Alas, a mention in my previous post about the St. Louis Cardinals 1985 team, which should have won the Series over my beloved Kansas City Royals (beloved at the time), made me wonder if YouTube had a certain controversial play (the Denkinger debacle).

It didn't, as far as I could tell. However, I decided to poke around for other sports clips I hold near and dear to my sports mem'ries for the purpose of pointing them out to you.

The biggest issue with YouTube is in knowing how to query. For example, one of the video clips I wanted to add to this list was the 1994 women's basketball championship shot-heard-around-the-world, when North Carolina's Charlotte Smith drained a trey to beat Louisiana Tech. It was a classic shot, an unbelievable finish and arguably the greatest buzzer beater in the history of college basketball when you consider that it was for a title.

For those of you who don't follow women's hoops, Smith drained a jump-shot from about 20 feet out to give the Lady Tar Heels a 60-59 win and a national title. She did it with :00.7 left on the clock, meaning by rule she only had time to touch the ball and shoot. No dribbling. No thinking. No nothing but a one-motion shot.

However, unless one knew the name of the person taking the shot, one would likely never find this clip on YouTube. Even then, I wasn't able to find it, and I'm absolutely convinced that this buzzer beater is out there, somewhere, on YouTube. The Denkinger play probably is, too.

But, I did find several awesome sports clips on there relative to sports moments I hold dear to me. Here are three of my favorites:

USC 34, Notre Dame 31 - Oct. 15, 2005

This was, in my estimation, the greatest regular-season college football game ever played -- at least since 1970 (my lifetime). It was brilliantly executed, dramatic, riveting.

Without reviewing the epic from kickoff to Matt Leinart's leaner, just know that when Notre Dame dons its green jerseys, it's a special game. It literally gives me goosebumps to see them wear the green -- and, the ND fans don't know in advance that the team plans to wear the green. They break it out maybe once every couple of years, tops.

These YouTube clips are great, but if you ever see this game pop up on ESPN Classic and you don't know much about college football and you're looking to waste a couple hours, maybe, you won't find a better, more exciting, meaningful game. It is video evidence as to why college football is so special.

Links: USC-ND or Trojans-Irish.

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John Tyler 48, Plano East 44 - Texas 5A State Football Playoffs (1994)

In 1994, the greatest high school football game ever was played in -- where else -- Texas. Plano East and perennial powerhouse Tyler John Tyler squared off in a playoff battle in the house Tom built: Texas Stadium.

Down 41-17 with only 2:45 or so left in the game, Plano East mounted an unbelievable, unfathomable comeback only to see their efforts crushed when John Tyler returned a kickoff to win the game 48-44.

It is possibly the greatest football game ever. If it weren't merely high school football, I think the argument could be made. What makes it even more brilliant is that the game was being televised on some little public-access cable station. The call of the game made these fellows famous for their excitement and their parochialism.

I never get tired of watching this. It's exciting, emotional and cruel.

Link: John Tyler 48, Plano East 44

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NY Mets 6, Boston 5 - Game 6, 1986 World Series

In 1986, I was pulling strongly for the Red Sox to beat the Mets. The New York Mets had beaten the Houston Astros, a team fairly close to home, in the NLCS, and I hated them for it.

Mind you, I wasn't THAT enthralled with the Red Sox because they beat out Gene Autry's California Angels, and I really wanted Autry to win something before he died. So, for me, the 1986 Series featured two teams I basically couldn't stand at the time.

Down three games to two and 5-3 with two outs in the 10th inning at Shea Stadium, the New York Mets pulled off a comeback so unbelievable, so exciting that I was basically an Amazin' Mets fan for life from that Saturday night forward.

Link: Watch the 9th inning.

Enjoy.

One of the most impressive things about OU's 26-10 win over Missouri, in Columbia, Mo., today is just how far the Sooners' defense has come this year. In fact, over both the 2005 and 2006 seasons, our Oklahoma boys have approached their on-the-field progress as steady but sure.

While I do believe Bob Stoops deserves some criticism in big games for not nutting up and breaking out the gimmick play for the sake of momentum, I also believe he deserves a ton of credit for leading his club's improvement over the past two campaigns.

By the end of the season, Oklahoma might be one of the five or six best teams in the country, at this pace.

Likewise, I've approached many of my 2006-07 goals in the same manner. No need to reinvent my world immediately. In fact, I've taken the approach of creating and achieving one goal each week.

Three weeks ago, I eliminated all ice cream from my diet. Two weeks ago, I bought a crapload of healthful, protein-heav(ier) breakfast products to replace my daily pop-tarts habit. I've also eliminated beer as a weekend staple with the reasoning that I simply need to rid myself of weak calories.

My calories need to either bring it or go home.

That's one of the giant benefits of Super Target, in my estimation. Their grocery store is chock-full of specialty items, alternative foods and single-serving products.

If I could only stay away from the candy drawer at work, I'd be golden. However, the news business is one that often depends on the super-high highs of a breaking-news cycle. Adrenalin. Quite possibly, it's something that I'll be able to master weeks or months from now.

However, for me, it's all about an improvement per week. Heck, that I'm only 215 pounds at my max, given how I consume, is a minor miracle. Honestly? I don't think losing 30 pounds is going to be a big whoop as long as I eat more healthfully in the morning, stay away from the huge-calorie staples, work out and up my protein intake.

Let's put it this way: There's nothing in there too terribly sacrificial such that I couldn't do this long-term. However, I have no plans to do it all at once. Steady but sure.

Saturday notes:

1. I have always hated the St. Louis Cardinals, but I managed for 24 years to not have to endure a Redbirds world title. Until now.

Why do I hate the Cardinals? Simple.

Living in Oklahoma, the possibilities for my baseball loyalties are endless. As an 8-year-old, I was a Dodgers fan. Bill Russell was from Broken Arrow, and I loved the L.A. infield of Garvey, Lopes, Russell and Cey.

I also hated the Yankees.

However, by the time I turned 11, I had a TV of my own. While the Braves were terrible, I watched TBS damned near nightly. When we got WGN, I watched the Cubbies.

The only local team our networks played, though, was the Kansas City Royals. I used to feign sleep and watch their west-coast games in the early-to-mid-80s. Believe it or not, in the Tulsa market, in the years between 1981-86, there was no regular St. Louis Cardinals coverage.

So, I couldn't understand why all my friends rooted for the Redbirds when the local team was actually Kansas City. They are closer to Oklahoma. They're on TV.

Long story short, the crap I had to hear in 1985 after the Royals beat the Cards -- relative to Don Denkinger, in particular -- made me hate the Cardinals with a passion. I honestly mean it when I say that the notion that Cardinals fans are the best in the Majors, that St. Louis is somehow the best baseball town in the sport is ridiculous.

St. Louis is Kansas City with a better baseball history and without much of a modern football history.

New York and Boston are the best baseball towns on the planet. Bar none. Chicago is as solid as St. Louis, but that puts the Redbird in a tie for third or fourth.

Since 1985, I became a fan of the Mets and Rangers, although my *team* is Texas. I'm a big believer that your team should be the club nearest you, wherever you live. I certainly don't always follow that, but I will with the little red-shoed Rangers.

While living in Oklahoma actually allowed me multiple choices for my baseball interests, the only consistent thing about them is that I can't stand the Cardinals. So, I'm officially in baseball hell.

Nevertheless, I congratulate my Cardinals buddies. They're allowed to give me that hell until spring training starts.

2. You'll notice that I've added music to the left-nav. I wanted to explain briefly to any newbie visitors that I am under no impression that I'm some sort of musical artiste, ready for a label. I'm merely a dude who records crap out of his house for fun.

When I record new stuff, I'll put it out. If you'd be so kind as to save the file to your machine before playing it, I'd appreciate it.

3. A great weekend time-waste: VideoJug.

People explain how to do things on video. It's really quite brilliant in terms of the idea.

4. Lastly, Lynne Cheney "laid into CNN" on Friday by asking Wolf Blitzer if he wants America to win?.

That type of behavior and questioning is not only demagogic, it's childish and insulting. She and her husband are an embarrassment.

The topic this week is stench. Stink. The week got off to an malodorous start as I began my loads of laundry last Sunday to the sweet sniff of cat piss.

That ain't my cat, and I knew it.

My cat don't do 'dat. However, the boy cat -- the boy with balls who's gotten to hang out here, a bit much unsupervised in retrospect, if you asked me -- would do 'dat.

And, he did.

Buster can visit but he can't stay over anymore. Not that Finley minds. They weren't buddies. The former is an un-fixed outdoor boy cat, and the latter is a middle-aged, hefty female puss, who frankly doesn't like to share me.

I sometimes forget how lucky I am with Finley. She doesn't foul up my bedsheets or my clothes. In the early to mid-90s, I had a cat that adored me but definitely sprayed my shit.

For me, it's the one offense that would require me to have to give up the animal. I can't stand the smell of cat urine. Hate it. Had to throw out a belt, and had to spray and respray clothes with enzyme spray and wash and rewash them in order to get them smelling halfway decent.

Upon my return home from an evening of Saturday fun, I found Finley sitting in a pile of my good clothes in the laundry room. When I noticed that my clothes in the bedroom had been sprayed, I realized that, maybe, Finley was protecting the clothes that were still out and available for spray from the dastardly boy cat.

Finley was protecting me.

Hey, truth be told, Finley has ruined every piece of good furniture I have with her claws. However, I won't do declawing. Perhaps I should. To be honest, the cats I've played with who are declawed don't seem one iota less happy than my cat. I don't even think they really notice.

Problem is, I notice.

I've always thought I'd like to have a dog. However, I don't really want "responsibility" as it pertains to an animal. I don't want work. I want a pet, a self-sustaining, non-conversational roommate.

One has to walk dogs. One has to play with dogs.

Cats like to be left alone, although when they're in the mood for affection, they do like to snuggle and watch TV. Nevertheless, not a lot of activity is required.

Part of me is pretty sure though that once Finley is gone, presuming I don't perish in a freak alligator accident first, I'll be done with pets. Seriously. I haven't had nice furniture since the day I spent $2,000 on my microfiber leather couches only to have Finley hair and scratch 'em to death.

However, the whole cat piss episode this week makes me realize that the truth of the matter is that I probably wouldn't want another pet because, frankly, behaviorally, Finley is pretty much unbeatable.

Quick hits on the ol' blog pipe:

1. Major jeers to Rush Limbaugh for suggesting that Michael J. Fox was acting during a commercial, in which Fox endorsed embryonic stem-cell research and a Democratic candidate. Limbaugh suggested the Parkinson's sufferer was off his meds. However, truth is Fox had taken a bit much medication. He was what they call dyskinesic.

The thing about Limbaugh, a renowned drug addict, is that he believes Fox' foray into political life, in the form of an advertisement, makes it fair for him to take swipes at him. Surely, it is totally fair game to call Fox' ideas into question or even the quality of the candidate for whom he is doing the ad.

However, to take jabs at somebody because of an ailment, something they cannot control, something with an effect so visible and sad, particularly on somebody so beloved in American culture (even if Fox is a Canuck), was just about the worst ride on the karma train the drug-addict announcer could have taken.

Now, given that I am a pro-life individual, you might think I am against embryonic stem-cell research. Well, I'm not because the embryos from which stem cells are taken are already dead. To suggest that allowing embryonic stem-cell research would act to promote baby-killing is analagous to thinking that organ donation works to promote doctor apathy toward the seriously ill.

While the drug-addict radio host might be right in some ways that stem-cell research is hardly proven, it's irrelevant to arguments being made by people in favor of it. All we suggest is that with American innovation and solid science, stem cells could be key to a number of medical miracles years down the road -- including eventual cures for diseases like Parkinson's and Alzheimer's.

To deny science the right to make progress in the form of stem-cell research in the name of religion or faith is shallow-minded and ignorant. To poke fun at a proponent of the issue, somebody who happens to be dying from a disease that could be helped by said research, in such a way that isn't issues-oriented but is mean-spirited and cruel ... well, at some point one has to consider the possibility that the speaker of such words is really just a bad guy.

I don't mean that the drug-addict and I could agree to disagree. I mean that he's a bad person, somebody away from whom people should stay because, frankly, to like him, to support his views by listening to his show is to be complicit in his cruelty.

2. The Oklahoma Gazette loves me. They really, really do.

In their Chicken-Fried News section of the alternative Oklahoma City bi-weekly, the writer yapped about Republican state superintendent candidate Bill Crozier and the videotape he gave us regarding his idea of using textbooks to protect kids from shooters.

In it, he/she wrote: The video has been made available on KOCO-TV Channel 5’s Web site, although it was awfully slow in loading after this story broke.

Frankly, I love the acknowledgment. However, the writer's non sequitur is highly subjective. Considering I recall what the Gazette paid my buddy J to write there 15 years ago, I'm guessing it's about time those boys invest a little money in something other than good old-fashioned Oklahoma dial-up.

The problem with both Crozier's video experiment and the Gazette's off-the-cuff, trying-to-be-cute-but-really-being-sort-of-rude remark, is that conclusions are drawn without nearly enough information. To be honest, I don't find Crozier's idea to be crazy at all.

It's terrific that he's thinking about how to protect kids from mad gunmen. If one had to resign himself to the notion that kids are gonna get ripped by bullets from time to time, I suppose looking into Kevlar backpacks or letterman jackets might be the way to go. Textbooks? Ah, not so much.

My point is that I don't find it to be insane at all to consider protective options for kids. To utilize resources that are already in the classroom to achieve this protection seems to be pretty, well, resourceful. Problem is, however, that school violence is as much a symptom of societal ills as it as a result of them. Truth is, in my opinion, that we've got too many angry men, angry male teens with easy access to guns.

One either has to get to the bottom of their collective anger, or you've got to take away the guns. On the other hand, perhaps you just say "F*** it," and figure out a makeshift way to keep kids from getting shot when it happens -- and, I've got no problem with it, although I completely recognize that it'd be a lot more sane to examine the real problem.

As for the speed of the video, if the Gazette thinks that they got in a clever, satirical shot at a media outlet over the fact that a 15-minute video on an enterprise server running in a WMA format takes about 10 seconds to load, well, you got me.

It did remind me though that Toby Keith has a great li'l song called "The Critic," and it's directed toward The Oklahoma Gazette. Lyrics here.

Truth is, though, for me, I'd much rather koco.com make their pages each issue because, frankly, one of my goals is to build the site into something on the tip of the local lexicon. The Crozier video (which we debuted to the world last week) did just that nationally, by the way, as it was shown on Keith Olbermann's "Countdown," on Shepard Smith's afternoon report and a handful of other cable news shows.

What's kind of funny is that the way this video got out to the world is that our morning reporter was doing a political interview with Crozier, one of those formal just-talk-about-the-issues sort of spots, and the candidate had a videotape in his hand. Our reporter asked about it and asked if we could show it, and it's now a part of Internet pop culture for the midterm 2006 election season.

3. Finally, I'm about ready for election season to be over.

I have no plans to vote. The only candidate I can really get behind is probably Jari Askins for Lt. Governor over Todd Hiett. I'd also like to see Wallace Collins, here in Norman, destroy Thad Balkman at the polls.

Outside of those races, I could care less. Not enthused about Gov. Brad Henry one bit. Not ever going to vote for Ernest Istook. Never, ever.

Look, the best governors Oklahoma has ever had, in my estimation, were George Nigh and David Walters. They're the only two true progressives we've had lead this state. If I wanted a moderate Republican to be governor of the Sooner State, I'd be glad to cast my vote for Henry.

However, I am a firm believer that it's imperative for progressive voters to quit choosing between the lesser of two evils. Otherwise, our progressives will always slant to the right.

Quick confessions. Things I'll never repeat again, although I know that blogs are "forever."

- Joy Behar is kinda sexy. In a brilliant Camille Paglia piece for Salon, she notes that:

I'm sorry that Joy Behar is stuck on ABC's "The View." She's scathingly liberal. I was a huge admirer of her stand-up routines in the early '90s, when she also had a radio show. Now she's got this very well-paid sinecure on "The View," where she just sits there and reacts now and then. She still tours, but I wish she was more engaged in aggressive political satire.

- I quite enjoy Creed's "My Sacrifice" and N'Sync's "I Want You Back".

Yikes. That's too much confession time.

The brother of former Arizona Cardinals star Pat Tillman has officially spoken out against the War in Iraq.

Kevin is a former Ranger who served with his brother, who died in 2004 in what was later discovered to be a friendly fire incident.

For a piece he wrote on truthdig.com, he said: "Somehow, the more soldiers that die, the more legitimate the illegal invasion becomes."

There is a lot of truth to that. Listening briefly to Rush Limbaugh on Friday, I noticed he spent an inordinate amount of time not talking issues but making fun of "cut-and-run" Democrats. That sort of spin makes me believe even more firmly that the only moral solution to the war right now is to invoke a draft.

Make every kid under 26 be eligible to go. Whether he be in college, working, playing ball, whatever. It would not only render rich people helpless, particularly if loopholes were to be closed, it would ensure that an ordinate number of non-minority kids die over there.

More than anything else, a draft would get this war over quicker than you could imagine. Institute an active draft, and we're out of Iraq by the middle of next year for fear of an American government overthrow at the hands of competent, angry mothers.

Now, that would be a revolution.

Other tidbits from a weekend of cleaning, football and general non-work bliss:

1. Gut hunch says Bob Stoops leaves OU for Miami next year.

Larry Coker, who is an Oklahoma native from Okemah, is almost sure to be fired. As I write this, the Canes are beating lowly Duke only 10-0 late in the second quarter.

He's finished. But, that team has a ton of talent in need of discipline, both in terms of on-the-field play and in terms of just their behavior. Stoops made his mark in Florida, and with Urban Meyer entrenched for what could be a 15-year career in Gainesville, I think Stoops is the perfect hire for Coral Gables.

Plus, now that Adrian Peterson is gone, now that OU is staring a two to three-year downslide in the face, a mini-era of Sooners football in which we might be as bad in 2007 as we were at the end of the Blake era, it might just be best for Stoops to go.

No, it would not be best for us. Hell no. But, for him, maybe. He could win five titles in 10 years down there in Miami. Better talent, lesser competition.

2. I think I've finally kicked a habit.

I've managed not to play Mousebreaker's 9-ball pool video game for a week.

As soon as I thought the Roughers were dead, given that Rell Lewis tore his MCL, they go and whip Sapulpa last week and then stun No. 1 Booker T. Washington 12-0 Thursday night at the Indian Bowl.

It was a double-gooseegg night for my alma maters, as the Henryetta Fightin' Knights blanked Holdenville 45-0.

However, the real reason I mention Muskogee is because we're almost assuredly going to make history in Oklahoma by electing a U.S. congresswoman when Mary Fallin wins the District 5 seat, right?

Wrong. Muskogee's Alice Robertson, who I knew of growing up because one of the junior high schools there bears her name, was Oklahoma's first congresswoman from 1921-23. In fact, Oklahoma was the second state ever to send a woman to Washington. Montana was the first state to send a female to the capital and to the Capitol when Jeanette Rankin served two terms, one in the late 1910s and another in the early 1940s.

Now, who would have guessed Oklahoma would be among the pioneers in something so progressive?

Quick news and notes from Thursday:

1. You gotta love the blame game.

Instead of taking full responsibility for his actions, former Rep. Mark Foley has blamed alcohol and an elderly priest for his troubles. Now, there is no way I would completely excuse the behavior of Anthony Mercieca; however, he is not the issue here.

Foley is. The Republican Party is for having acted with disregard.

I say leave that poor old man alone.

2. There is some GOOD Beatles news.

If you're a big Beatles fan, you're likely bummed about the allegations Heather Mills has made against Paul McCartney. I don't have much sympathy for him because he failed to have a pre-nup drawn up.

However, I've got some good news for you. Well, maybe. Another Lennon son has released an album.

Sean Lennon's "Friendly Fire" has been in my rotation the past week or so, and I have to tell you: It's really solid.

There are touches of John's influence on the boy, but it's his own recording for the most part -- one part folk, the other pop. Truth be told, his biggest influence might be Duncan Sheik because that's who it sounds like. Maybe Elliott Smith.

I might go so far as to call it one of the better albums I've heard this year. Hey, if you have an album from this year I need to hear, give me a shout. Leave a comment. Send me a postcard. As far as I can tell, and I haven't been too lazy this year, it's been a pretty off year for great albums.

Let's start with the sane.

1. Dancing With The Stars. Sara Evans, who is almost a year younger than me, even though she looks five years older, is in the midst of what's going to be an ugly divorce. Her husband, Craig Schelske, a darling of the Republican Party, is apparently an adulterer and a porn addict.

Beautiful. At the start of the DWTS, Tom DeLay sent a note to supporters saying they should throw their votes to Sara because she and her husband were good God-fearing GOP supporters, while Jerry Springer (a competitor on the show) was a pinko Commie liberal.

Can you say schadenfreude?

2. Fergie. She looks like the meth addict she used to be, but in a hot sort of way. Like you know you might catch something if you were with her but you just don't care. It's worth the risk.

After criticizing her new record, "London Bridge," for months, I must now recognize her entire album's greatness. However, "The Dutchess" is in a different classification from music. This is what I call "production pop," sounds that emanate from a CD that don't really resemble a collection of songs but rather a collection of sounds that just kind of sound cool together. It's not a songwriting masterpiece by any means, but it is solid, solid piece of production work. And, I won't deny enjoying it.

Rolling Stone liked it, too: 3.5 stars.

Now, the insane.

For the umpteenth time in the past several weeks in Oklahoma, a murder-suicide has cost the lives of multiple people. That's the nature of such a tragedy -- multiple deaths for the price of none. However, in Pauls Valley on Tuesday, three kids were caught in that crossfire.

My hunch is that the father and the mother were going through a spat, and she probably decided to leave him. He probably thought, "Nah, but I know how to really hurt you." So, he did this unspeakable deed.

Truth is, I don't know a darned thing about what happened here, but I bet I'm not too far off. Either that, or the family was drowning in debt, or the father was a molester, or something equally vile.

The culture that allows for such a thing has nothing to do with the lack of a Christian God in schools, the workplace or our government. The world that makes a murder-suicide so easy isn't born of unenforced laws, too much TV or rap music.

No, the culture that makes tragedies like this possible is the one that worships the handgun. Easy access to weapons meant for only one thing -- to kill another human -- is the primary reason we see so many of these tragedies. Leaving crazy people to less efficient instruments of death, such as knives, rocks or their own hands, might not produce fewer murders over the course of a long period of time, but they would certainly make it tougher for the depressed, insane, hopeless and desperate to commit vile acts of violence easily, quickly and without a second thought.

It's absolutely insane. We can do things to curb domestic violence through education, law enforcement and victim support. However, there is very little we can do within a culture that is hellbent on dying at the hands of a misinterpretation of a constitutional amendment to keep otherwise mentally stable people from making an end-game decision with the only instrument that makes it instantaneously possible -- a gun.

Sorry. The problem IS the gun.

We're hitting that time of year when it's warm one day and cool the next, rainy for two days and dry and windy for five others. It wreaks havoc on my mild allergies and definitely puts a creak in my 36-year-old bones.

However, I'm feeling good upon returning to work after a week off. I'm rejuvenated. Ready to hit it. But, before I do, a few notes from the weekend:

1. Henryetta's winning streak is over, and I got to see it in person. We stood along the fence near the north side of the end zone to see the Knights get clobbered 43-6 at the hands of the defending Class 2A champs, Chandler. The thing about this defeat is that it wasn't really even that close. The Lions outsized Henryetta on both lines by a ton, and Henryetta was able to show no speed whatsoever. To be honest, and goodness knows I'm pullin' for those boys, but I'm hard pressed to believe the Knights were actually undefeated up to that point. Not based on that performance.

2. Adrian Peterson is done as a Sooner, and it bothers me none. Look, the karma fairies have not been kind to OU since the guy came to Norman. Of course, I'm not looking for some cosmic connection between our swoon and his presence, but it's time that Oklahoma find its identity in a post-A.D. world. Truth is, Quentin Griffin was still a better college running back. He did more for OU than any back in Stoops' tenure, even if he's not nearly as talented as Peterson. Perhaps it's time to give little No. 22 the credit he really deserves, alongside Little Joe, Billy Sims, Greg Pruitt and the rest.

3. Watched Syriana over the weekend. While it was interesting, and it carried an important message about the role of oil companies across the world, it was hardly a riveting movie. I was fairly bored by the whole thing, and I'm the core audience for this movie -- a good, anti-oil liberal. Nevertheless, I think it picked up some toward the end, enough to salvage what was otherwise a mild waste of two hours. For a complete waste of two hours, watch "Failure To Launch," which was a piss-poor attempt to duplicate the charm of "How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days." Terry Bradshaw was surprisingly engaging, but Sarah Jessica Parker was a turd. Not to say I wasn't entertained because I was somewhat. The concept of the movie had potential, but it just wasn't all that funny and damn sure not original.

4. One movie I cannot wait to see is officially called Borat's Cultural Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan, the brainchild of comedian Sasha Baron Cohen, who is best known as the guy who plays Ali G. I can tell you from having watched all the Ali G videos that featured this Kazakh character that this has the potential to be the funniest thing ever put onto film. I might literally pay $25, $30 to see this movie if I had to, his previous work as Borat is that good. If you don't know much about Borat, I'd just suggest that you not bring the kids and that you leave your stuffiness outside the theater because the character is crude, rude, racist, sexist but belly-laugh hilarious.

I do get vacations from the news grind from time to time, and I'm a big believer that a vacation is just that -- no work, and that means no blog, too.

However, vacations for me are one part laziness, one part accomplishment-oriented, one part introspection and another part planning for the future. So, if you'll indulge my vacation beard (it looks a dab better in person), which I am sporting in this photo from today, I'll do like we did as little kids and spout off all the things I learned during my week-long vacation.

I learned that:

1. The 2:30 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. sleep shift is just about ideal for me.

2. Annie Lennox' version of "Waiting In Vain" is 50 times as good as the original.

3. Rachael Ray is finally annoying to me.

4. However, I love watching Rosie on "The View," which I only did once this week.

5. At some point, after a 28-10 loss to Texas over the weekend, it will be OK to question Big-Game Bob's ability to win the big one. He's actually been pretty shitty the past three or four years, and I'm one of Stoops' biggest supporters.

6. I told my brother more than two weeks ago that Florida would win the national title, and I think they'll beat a vastly overrated Auburn team this week to keep them on pace with Ohio State.

7. Henryetta is somehow 6-0 and getting ready to play Chandler. Whether or not I attend the game depends on "Big Trash Day" here in Norman and how early my neighbors start leaving their things out -- and whether I'm motivated to do anything tomorrow.

8. "The Rules of Attraction" is one of the absolute worst movies I have ever cut off after an hour. Unbearably bad.

9. "Heroes" is still the best new show on TV, but "Grey's Anatomy" is the best overall. "Studio 60" is slipping fast in my esteem, and "30 Rock" was pretty damned funny. ABC's "Help Me Help You" is possibly the funniest underpromoted new show of the season.

10. But I still like "What About Brian" because I'm obsessed with Sarah Lancaster.

11. However, I'd take a young Debra Winger over most anybody. "Urban Cowboy," and you can laugh, is a terrific movie. Watched it for the 15th time this week.

12. I actually installed a new audio card on my computer. Now, I can watch and HEAR videos on YouTube.com.

13. Now that I am hearing sound from my $30 desktop speakers, I have to admit: I like them better than hearing the computer music come from my stereo. The sound is more compact, full and less bassy. Plus, my $30 speakers are actually really good.

14. Greg Manning is the best unknown smooth jazz artist out there. One of his tunes, which I bought via the old mp3.com back in 2000, is playing right now. Last I heard, he was a keyboardist for Brian McKnight. I'd take that gig.

15. The smooth jazz genre as we knew it five years ago is pretty much dead. Radio stations that still play it (KOAI in Dallas is not among them anymore) now only play adult contemporary tunes mixed with soulless Kenny G material.

16. I cleaned the heck out of the house and still could do more.

17. A second feline has spent most of the week at the house -- an indoor/outdoor unfixed male named Buster, who basically stops by for food and to crash on my chair. This IS a college town!

18. My cat Finley seemed frustrated and depressed at times by Buster's existence; however, she's started to warm up to him in ways that make me wish I had a video camera.

19. Karrin Allyson, whose "Moanin'" is playing right now, is the best jazz singer in America -- bar none.

20. Canned pinto beans mixed with spanish rice that was mixed with diced tomatoes is really, really good on the second day.

21. I'm not going to renew the NBA League Pass package this year. I can't really afford the extra $169 relative to other things, and I'd like to watch more non-sports television, if and when I'll be at the boob tube. It was like a job last year trying to watch 82 NBA games.

22. I got my scanner updated with Cleveland County listings today.

23. There is a Starbucks being built in my neighborhood, next to the Conoco on Main Street, just off Pickard. I'm psyched because that means free Wi-Fi and a place that will have coffee and a NY Times on Sundays. However, I do recognize that in a college town, Starbucks is really counter-ambient. It's totally corporate. We should really have a local hangout like that in the neighborhood. Good coffee, though.

24. Now that I've mastered the installation of an audio card, I think I'm going to revive one of the two PDAs I never use.

25. I had a vivid dream earlier this week that Jim from "The Office" entered a classroom I was in and started executing students by shooting them in the back of the head. After he offed two or three, I ran like hell out of the back door. However, the interpretation of the dream depends on whether you believe that I actually escaped my own execution. See, to see an execution in your dream means you're going to hit misfortune at the hands of somebody else's carelessness. To escape your own execution in a dream means you'll overcome enemies to gain wealth. But, did I just run like a chicken-shit, or did I actually escape my own execution. I find it hard to believe that Jim from "The Office" is capable of such things!

26. I actually believe strongly in dream interpretation and analysis as a viable representation of the subconscious and a possible precursor to the future. So, I'm really hoping for the secondary interpretation.

27. One of the things I liked most about Texas was learning a bit about Tejano. I was a Selena fan back in the day, and I have a CD from a friend of a friend, named Margo Reymundo, that I absolutely love. "Acaba," the opening track from her CD is playing right now. Of all odd things, I heard another tune from this CD playing at an El Fenix in Dallas about two years ago.

28. "Friday Night Lights" was good again this week, but I actually take back something I said about the original movie. It wasn't merely good; it was great. Wonderful, in fact. However, I still think the stereotypes in the TV show are a bit over the top. Perhaps, because I was a sports writer, I was shielded from a lot of the goings on when I was covering HS football.

29. One of the better players I covered in El Campo, a kid named Courtney Sosa, was killed in a car wreck last week. He was 27. Driving in fog, didn't see a stop sign and got plowed by another car, killing Sosa and a passenger. I've driven home from gigs at 2 a.m. in thick, thick fog. Driving should pretty much be banned when the fog gets to a certain level of thickness.

30. Cory Lidle really believed his small plane was safe, and I suppose statistically it is. However, the fact is that a crash in a small plane is almost always a life-ender. Most car crashes are survivable. You'll never get me in a small plane like that. Never. Lidle's wife is now a widow, and his kid gets to grow up without a father. Truth is, Lidle had no business flying near Manhattan. He was incredibly inexperienced. That's too bad. One can only feel terrible for his family, but part of me finds the person who flies small planes and rides his motorcycle without a helmet and refuses to wear a seat belt to be incredibly selfish, particularly if the person has kids. We all gotta go, but my hope is that my demise isn't because of my own bravado and stubbornness.

31. The feds actually reacted to Wednesday's incident fairly well, directing the fighter jets to cities across the country fairly quickly. Now, it wasn't until we were into the second hour of the situation before the order was issued, but it was better than if they didn't do it at all.

32. Best breaking news coverage -- by a mile -- in the afternoons is Shepard Smith. Because he is right there in NYC, he was much better at describing the neighborhood than his CNN or MSNBC counterparts. However, even when the breaking news isn't emanating from NYC, I simply prefer Shep over Wolf or anything they've got on MSNBC. I still say CBS should have paid the bucks and gotten Anderson Cooper and Shepard Smith and turned its evening news into a dual-anchor, from the field, news show. They could call it "Top To Bottom." Yeah, I went there.

33. N'Sync was by a mile the only bearable boy band in history. Musical. Not annoying. They're playing right now, stuff from the first CD. Oh, ok, they just started singing "I wanna rock witch u," which makes me realize that they are annoying, just not as annoying. They did enough musically that was really good to wipe out most of the bad. Alright, some of the bad.

34. Song of the week has been "Pain Killer" by a band called Turin Brakes.

35. Probably my biggest accomplishment this week is something I'm keeping totally to myself. Believe me, you won't be able to guess it, and it's potentially life-changing.

36. Stephen Bishop's 1970s solo work freakin' rules.

That's it, dudes. I'll get back to something a bit more organized and thoughtful next week.

As we inch closer to the weekend I look forward to most each year -- OU/Texas weekend -- I was faced with the choice of writing an inspirational piece about my beloved Sooners or sticking to the topic du jour, a scandal that has the nation talking and an entire political party in shambles.

However, I have only one thought on the Red River Rumble this year. I want the Sooners to win this sonofagun for Leander, Texas, native Paul Thompson, a guy who willingly stepped back into a quarterback's role he lost to Rhett Bomar last year. When Bomar ran afoul of his team, his university and the NCAA, good-guy Thompson retook control of his team with class, grace and -- I'll be damned -- ability.

After a controversy on Sept. 16 in Eugene, Ore., that had the entire Sooner State swooning in disgust, OU quickly dismantled a Middle Tennessee State team, the best salve for what hurts an aching football team. However, as Washington continues a surprising run through the Pac-10, combined with the Sooners' perfect performance two weeks ago and a solid performance in a hostile Oregon environment, I would submit that our beloved crimson-and-creamers are quite a bit better than we thought they would be at the beginning of the season.

Does that mean we'll beat Texas? Hey, their guys try hard, too, you know.

Like the coach on NBC's "Friday Night Lights" said on Tuesday night, "Clear eyes and full hearts can't lose."

I love the Sooners in Saturday's big game but with a fair amount of trepidation. I'm a realist. Texas rarely loses this game when favored (78%). However, I love it when OU -- under Bob Stoops -- is an underdog, and I love it that the guy leading our team is as high-quality a person as Paul Thompson.

Karma, you owe us one, big time. For how we handled Bomar. For Oregon.

The gods-o-fate, on the other hand, will not look favorably upon the GOP after former Rep. Mark Foley's page fiasco. However, I think it's high time we separate partisan politics from the facts of this case. First and foremost, this controversy should have nothing to do with homosexuality.

Of course, that's merely my opinion. Whether one harrasses somebody of the same sex or of a different one matters not in the eyes of the law, if not upon the ears of the masses.

Likewise, Foley -- even if guilty of sending salacious IMs and e-mails to pages -- probably didn't break the law in terms of age of consent. In Washington, D.C., that would be 16 years old, although I bet you didn't know that in some states, the age of consent for activities between male-male same-sex couples is significantly lower than that of heterosexual couples.

For example, the male-male age of consent in New Mexico is 13. Yikes.

No, the real problem, the only problem here is abuse of power. Whenever somebody with authority, prominence or position makes unwanted or unwise advancements toward somebody within his or her purview, it is harrassment. Given that the pages in question were between 18-21 and Foley was in his early 50s at the time, I'd submit that his conversations were unwise at best. Creepy and terribly irresponsible at worst.

The age difference is a problem morally, not legally, best I can tell from what I've read from neutral resources. There are laws, separate from age of consent, that make it a crime to groom people under a certain age for sexual activity. However, the central problem still is the power Foley held, as a congressman, over pages.

Compounding Foley's troubles is the fact that he headed up some sort of committee whose job it is to protect minors from predators. It's analagous, although much more significant, to when former OU basketball coach Kelvin Sampson got caught cheating while he was the leader of the NCAA's ethics committee.

However, this is not merely Foley's problem, is it?

Republican leadership has been accused of knowing about Foley's advances for up to three years without ever doing anything about it. Every congressman bears a responsibility to those who serve them as pages, individually and collectively. They also bear a responsibility to their constituents to uphold not only the written law but a certain moral standard, as evidenced by all the hubbub surrounding former President Bill Clinton's extramarital affairs.

So, what's the difference between then and now?

As it pertains to my primary premise -- that the problem here is power -- none. However, one cannot merely examine this situation under the construct of how I view it.

Here's the part of my column where you'd expect that I'd make a case that the Republicans crimes were actually worse. However, I am just not up on all the facts or laws enough yet to make that judgment. Not yet. Not as it pertains to this scandal.

My gut hunch, though, says that laws-or-no-laws, the pages with whom Foley allegedly had these salacious conversations were still boys. Not men. That would in fact make this much more significant, at least morally, in my opinion, than an extra-marital affair had by our nation's chief executive.

Clinton's major offense, Republicans said at the time, was that he lied about it under oath, which is merely selective judgment. As long as the planet has revolved around the sun, men in power have lied about sex. What Clinton failed to realize was that his primary offense was one of power, just as it is now in Foley's case.

The hypocrisy waged by Republicans in defending their knowledge, or supposed lack of it, compounds the evil in this instance, in my estimation. That they spent millions upon millions of taxpayer dollars to impeach Clinton for lying about a blowjob and won't admit their collective wrongdoing at the hands of an alleged online predator is sickening. That Speaker of the House Denny Hastert deigned to accuse Democrats of waging a smear campaign against conservatives is not only smug, it's reprehensible, particularly in knowing that it is primarily a group of Republican staffers who have made these claims against Foley.

One such former page works for Oklahoma gubernatorial candidate Ernest Istook's campaign. The Associated Press ran his name, but we didn't on koco.com. It was our decision that the alleged victims in this case should be afforded the same rights as other victims of sex offenses. Bottom line is that we thought it was the fair thing to do.

If liberals are behind the revelations about Foley, just a month away from the November elections, then I must commend their bravado. It's about time, given that John Kerry was defeated essentially at the hands of a true smear campaign waged by conservative media in the form of Swift Boat allegations. However, most of those pages are now staffers, who work for Republicans. It's a stretch to make a connection between these accusations and Democrats.

Besides, I don't really think it will affect November's elections. State races are decided on statewide issues and performances. Perhaps, if a race is pretty close, a conservative candidate might suffer enough at the hands of Foley fallout to lose his or her race. However, estimates that the GOP could lose 50 seats because Hastert decided to stay on as Speaker are way overblown, in my opinion.

To be fair, we don't know yet for sure that Hastert isn't telling the truth about not knowing of specific communications between Foley and congressional pages. We don't know yet who knows what for sure.

What I do know is that if it swims like a fish and stinks like a fish, then it is probably a fish. Frankly, congressional Republicans could learn a lot from the 2006 Oklahoma Sooners by taking accountability and replacing their top brass with somebody capable and of good ilk.

If they don't, and I don't suspect they will, then it is truly they who are playing partisan politics as well as the role of public hypocrites.

Science-Fiction has rarely appealed to me on the big or little screens precisely because the genre has always invoked more visual fantasy than great storytelling.

My opinion. Feel free to start booing.

Robots talking, heroines in body armor with colored hair, set designs on faraway planets, dialogue that sounds more like b-grade porn -- it all just turns me off to no end.

My friend J nailed it one afternoon on the porch. She said that I prefer entertainment that has a foothold in reality, and I would stretch that to include storytelling that invokes emotion, a mastery of the written word and some semblance of mysticism.

Could be a book, a podcast, movie or television show.

In the 1990s, Carl Sagan's story was brought to cinema in the form of "Contact," which got mixed reviews among the sci-fi hoi polloi. Some found it to be a cheap, subpar execution of a brilliant man's vision. Others thought it was thoughtful and approachable by the masses who don't necessarily care for science-fiction.

I liked it quite a bit because of its simple premise, which if I remember right was that our perceptions of the universe and what waits for us once we die are all a bit true inasmuch as we're willing to pursue truth -- truth in the generic "as we see it" sense.

Not to go off on some Platonic rant, but I appreciated the openness to an individual's pursuit of truth expressed by Sagan and the movie.

On the other hand, I never said I wasn't open to being entertained.

It was on a lark, a whim, but I recorded NBC's Heroes last week and finally watched it this week, recording the subsequent second episode on Monday.

Didn't know what it was about, except that apparently these people across the world discovered they had superpowers, supernatural abilities -- something -- that made them special. Didn't know what, why, how.

After watching the first two episodes, I still don't know exactly where this show is going, except that I'm hooked. And, I'll be damned, but this is sci-fi, too.

I'll avoid the typical television-review type of piece and just note that I've always truly believed in supernatural powers. While I don't think we're necessarily capable of levitation or being able to injure ourselves without physical repercussion, I think we're all capable of some level of psychic ability.

A sixth sense, if you will. Deja vu. Dreams foretelling certain vague aspects of our future. Gut hunches.

Furthermore, I'd like to think that if we were actually capable of using more than the 10 percent of our brains afforded us, we might actually be able to do more. As poetic and tragic as our limitations as humans can be, I'd like to think we'd also use any gifts for good.

Like Superman. The Justice League. But, without the costumes.

That's where "Heroes" takes us -- on a journey with ordinary folks around the world, blessedly cursed with abilities they can't fathom. Characters like Issac Mendez deal with his curse, if you will, by indulging in pain-numbing substance abuse. Others like Hiro Nakamura embrace it with joy -- to a point.

That the show's producers have chosen not to give its audience too much of a hint as to where it's going adds to its buzz. Heck, it's quite the surprise hit so far for NBC, and it's outperforming its 9 p.m. successor, "Studio 60 ..."

My buddy T complimented me on my openness to a sci-fi show, one that he had been looking forward to for some time. Heck, I didn't realize it was sci-fi until about halfway through my first on-DVR episode, at which time I rushed back to the network to record the last 38 minutes of Episode 2.

Thank God for the Sci-Fi Channel, which is rebroadcasting episodes of "Heroes" each week at 6 p.m. on Fridays.

I can't believe I'm saying that. THANK GOD FOR THE SCI-FI CHANNEL?

Network television has taken a turn for the positive and inspirational with shows like "My Name Is Earl," which deals in karma, and "Ugly Betty," which is founded upon our desire to root for ultimate social underdogs. Likewise, "Heroes," as a title, serves its show and its characters appropriately.

It's also dark, which I appreciate immensely. Heck, a garbage-disposal maker (Emerson) is suing the show's makers for showing its product while one of the show's characters, a cheerleader, experiments with putting her hand in the garbage disposal only to see her limb mangled and then healed mystically.

There is an irony somewhere in the fact that a corporation can't see the forest for the trees, as this is merely a television show. I hardly think anybody really noticed that the garbage disposal in question was made by their company.

We know it now, though.

I probably identify with the cheerleader as much as any character in the show in that if I were to have a superpower, I would probably start obsessing over it and experimenting with it.

"I'm Claire Bennet, and this is my sixth attempt," she said after falling from some apparatus, breaking some bones and then getting up to pop it all back into place.

I damn near came off the couch, it was so bad-ass. Not bad-ass in that her character was able to do physically what she did, but that her character dealt with it so stoically.

Now, I could also appreciate Hiro's move to teleport himself into the women's restroom at a club in Japan. Hey, what heterosexual guy wouldn't do the same thing? The beauty about Hiro is that his character is clearly set up to be an everyman, a loser -- if you will -- who finally achieves something, although we know he's going to have to deal with some s*** soon.

But, I digress.

That the show is truly global, and respectfully so, in its scope is a breath of fresh air. The show's premise seems to be set on this Human Genome Project, which was apparently the workings of a professor in India who came to New York, became a taxicab driver and was killed because of his work.

The scenes in Japan featured actors speaking Japanese, without any typically American stereotypes (note: I still love "Lost In Translation"). While the Indian professor's son did become a cab driver, it's not nearly as bad as if he had become a convenience-store owner.

My high praise for "Heroes" doesn't mean I'll start renting "Star Wars" movies or attend "Star Trek" conventions or rent from the sci-fi aisle at Blockbuster. However, this is an acknowledgment for anybody who refuses to watch this new NBC show on the basis that it is sci-fi to visit nbc.com, watch the first couple of episodes and keep an open mind.

It's truly brilliant, and I hope it continues at the same level of high-art from which it's started.

On the other hand, NBC's Friday Night Lights is right up my alley.

Football in Texas. High-school football.

Having covered prep sports in those parts for a couple of years, I came to know the sociological test tube that is small-town football.

And, having watched the movie by the same name, I wasn't really planning on watching the series. Don't get me wrong; the movie was fine -- good but not great.

However, a New York Times review of the show's premiere caused me to DVR it tonight, to give it a shot.

Damn, it's brilliant, too. However, I'm not sure that "Friday Night Lights" is ready to appeal to the viewer who hates sports the way that "Heroes" is to appeal to the the viewer who loathes sci-fi.

First, the stereotypes are way over the top. Many are true, such as all the community input given to the local coach. However, the teenage soap opera feel of the show, the kids' lives as something more akin to "Laguna Beach" than a regular high school is a tad much.

What the show has going for it is its direction, first and foremost. It's shot like a movie, without a narrator for the most part, except toward the end, when the coach says a few words. The show's soundtrack is stellar, and the on-the-field football action is as real as I've ever seen.

Even if the plot is a bit too television-ish for real, small-town Texas, it is pretty much a dead-on sociological study into the disproportionate importance given to athletics.

It's smart, discussion-provoking and every bit as well done as "Heroes," strictly in terms of television.

The big difference for me, though, is that the world conveyed by "Friday Night Lights" is the one I'd like to escape from at times, and the world embodied by "Heroes," even if it goes hellishly bad, is one I'd like to escape to each week.

And, perhaps, that is why I was so impressed with it to begin with ... It channels my inner optimist.

Bottom line is that reality television should probably take heed because with new shows like these, not to mention "Ugly Betty," "Studio 60," and several others that have critical worth behind them, Hollywood's class of writers, actors and directors are making a serious comeback on television.

The beneficiaries are we the viewers.

It was a Henryetta weekend, replete with good food, good times and some 3-on-3 hoop at the local high school gym, where a pep rally will be held sometime this week for the town's 5-0 football team.

That's right. If you grew up in Henryetta, Okla., graduated from school there or just have some sort of tie to the area, the Hens, er, Knights are 5-0 and ranked No. 12 in Oklahoma's Class 2A.

Not only are the Knights ranked, but they have also demolished every team they've played. They beat Okmulgee 21-6 on the road, and a friend noted that the Bulldogs scored on a fluke. I should note that Okmulgee was ranked No. 12 in Class 4A until last week's 35-7 drubbing at the hands of Poteau.

Henryetta beat Coalgate by 25 or 30, and Coalgate is now ranked No. 14 in Class 2A. Henryetta beat Beggs 37-0, Checotah 44-6 and Haskell 39-6. Oh, yeah, and the Knights played three of its first four games on the road.

Either the Knights are darned good, or we're living in an alternate universe. This is a time when I personally wish they were still called the Hens.

Now, after a little impromptu hoops at the gym on Sunday, we all started talking about how unreal a start this is for Henryetta football. They haven't been this good record-wise since the 1950s, and they weren't close to this good when Troy Aikman was in town.

What came to mind is that a pretty good football team from Prague is coming to town on Friday. If the Knights can get by Prague, and that's definitely an 'if,' they'll be 6-0 and ready to face No. 7 Chandler, the defending Class 2A state champs in what would arguably be the biggest regular-season football game in the history of Henryetta, Okla.

It's human nature maybe to look ahead to next week, but here's to hoping those Henryetta boys keep their head right with ball one more week to show their mettle against the defending champs on Oct. 13.

And, if they stay unbeaten through next Friday night, I'll be in the stands for the first time at Cameron Stadium in 18 years. However, I will not be sporting a letter jacket. That would be ultra gay and damned creepy considering I'm 36 years old.

However, in a town that has never really ever celebrated football success, there is a vibe about the community right now. I was with my brother in the local Movie Gallery video store at the same time head coach Kenny Speer was, and the manager on duty was going on about him keeping up the good work, ribbing him about a free movie or something like that.

It was very reminiscent of the movie "Friday Night Lights," except that the folk from Odessa were used to a consistent winner in Permian. For Henryetta, and if you live there, please feel free to tell me I'm dead wrong, but for the locals living there right now, there is a hint that something very special is in the cards for this football team, part of a program that has never been past the second round of the state playoffs to my knowledge ever, not at least in any modern era.

At the beginning of the football season, I was pretty juiced about the possibility that my Muskogee Roughers could claim a 6A crown. I never dreamed in a million years that I'd say the same about Henryetta, in any class.

Not in a billion.

Road Trip Music:

I always make a new road-trip CD for the drive to Hen-town, which happens about once a month. This is one of my finest yet.

• "Clocks" - Coldplay


• "Movie Star" - Cracker


• "Black Mercedes" - One Block Radius


• "Black Horse & The Cherry Tree" - K.T. Tunstall


• "Somebody That You Used To Know" - Elliott Smith


• "People Who Died" - Jim Carroll


• "Bam Thwok" - The Pixies


• "Trains To Brazil" - Guillemots


• "A Good Idea" - Sugar


• "Lawyers, Guns & Money" - Warren Zevon


• "Marching Bands Of Manhattan" - Death Cab For Cutie


• "Streetcorner Symphony" - Rob Thomas


• "Maneater" - Nelly Furtado


• "Out Of Control" - She Wants Revenge


• "Pain Killer" - Turin Brakes


• "Moving To L.A." - Art Brut


• "Better Days" - Goo Goo Dolls


• "In The Shadows" - The Rasmus


• "Waiting For The World To Change" - John Mayer


• "The Riddle" - Five For Fighting