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College football’s greatest play gets even greater?

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Texas head coach Mack Brown is reportedly retiring. (I like to imagine Governor Rick Perry thanking him for “a phenomenal 16 years, including three Big 12 championships: 2005, 2009, and… uh… oops.”)

Brown’s retirement has been long-rumored, particularly since the Longhorns’ BYU debacle – and all season, those rumors have been accompanied by loud whispers that Texas should make a run at Alabama’s Nick Saban… and that Saban might just say yes, Texas being perhaps the one and only job worthy of his consideration as superior to the Alabama job.

Now, of course, with Brown’s retirement becoming official, it’s open season the Saban-to-Texas rumor mill. Which got me thinking:

If Saban takes the Texas job, it would elevate the unprecedented 109-yard field-goal return for a walk-off touchdown by Auburn’s Chris Davis to beat Alabama in the Iron Bowl ten days ago – already the greatest play, arguably, in college football history – to even more legendary status.

Why? Think about it.

If Alabama wins that game, and goes on to beat Missouri in the SEC title game the following week, there’s no way Saban leaves Alabama right now, in December, on the precipice of a third straight national championship (and fourth in five years). And Texas probably can’t afford to wait until January to replace Brown. So, in such a scenario, the ‘Horns and their most prized coaching candidate would, most likely, be like two ships passing in the night, and the deal wouldn’t happen.

(The obvious parallel here is Les Miles, who almost certainly would have become Michigan’s coach in 2007, replacing Lloyd Carr, if LSU hadn’t improbably backed into the BCS title game at the last minute, making it effectively impossible for Miles to leave. The same thing would have applied to Saban, except with even greater force, given the historic three-peat chance.)

But instead, thanks to Davis’s miracle 109-yard touchdown for Auburn, Saban is very much in a position to listen, if Texas has anything to say. A looming Sugar Bowl matchup with Oklahoma ain’t gonna keep him from leaving Tuscaloosa if he otherwise wants to.

So, by defeating Alabama on that unbelievably epic play – which would have been talked about forever even if it had happened in a game between 5-4 rivals, like the Stanford Band play did – Auburn not only 1) defeated its archrival (in one of sports’ most heated rivalries), 2) denied said archrival a shot at an historic three-beat, and 3) won the division in the process, thus positioning itself to 4) win the SEC and 5) go to the BCS championship game (thanks to Sparty and the hand of fate), and 6) perhaps win a national title, but ALSO, it just might, maybe, have 7) directly facilitated the departure of Alabama’s greatest coach since Bear Bryant.

If so: Amazing!!

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Baby, it’s cold outside

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Considering how relentlessly I’ve been tweeting about this week’s blast of frigid cold in Denver (a.k.a. #coldfrontmageddon and/or #arcticairpocalypse), I figured a quick Tumblr post was in order.

When I woke up this morning, here’s what my iPhone said the temperature was in our neighborhood:

Denver’s official low temperature was -15º this morning, tying the record for the date, and making today the coldest day in Denver since February 2, 2011 – an occasion I remember well, because it happened to be the date of my long-planned Excellent Basketball Adventure, which had me driving north to the even-more-frigid climes of Laramie, WY and Fort Collins, CO, and encountering scenes like this:

The low that morning in Denver was -17º. But these double-digits-below-zero numbers are a little deceiving, because Denver’s official temperature is measured at Denver International Airport, which is politically part of Denver, but geographically on the edge of Colorado’s eastern plains – which means it invariably gets colder on a frigid night than the rest of the city, where people actually live. (DIA is also at greater risk for tornadoes. Hence all those prominent “tornado shelter” signs outside the airport bathrooms. But I digress.)

In downtown Denver, this morning’s overnight low was measured at a balmy -0.9º, presumably thanks in part to the urban heat island. (“Heat”…ha!) In Stapleton – away from the downtown micro-climate, and also just a smidge closer to DIA and the plains – the mercury dipped to around -6.1º (Central Park North) or -6.7º (Eastbridge). And don’t even get me started on the -11º dew point, which led to #chappedlipocalypse.

Here are some photos I snapped this morning:

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Steam rising from Stapleton homes at 7:20 AM (temperature -4.7º).

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The view looking east from my office window at 8:55 AM, showing steam rising from buildings in Downtown Denver, North Capitol Hill and City Park West. (The temperature was +4º downtown, and probably several degrees cooler in the other neighborhoods.)

Photo Dec 05, 9 09 10 AMThe view looking north (from the corner office down the hall), at 9:09 AM, of steam rising from Commerce City factories and power plants, getting flattened out due to a warmer inversion layer, and then forming a steam tower cumulus cloud.

Okay, so it’s cold. Really cold. Dangerously cold. But let’s put this Denver cold snap into some sort of personal historical context – a task made easier thanks to the awesomeness of Weather Underground’s network of Personal Weather Stations and their easily-accessible archives of detailed weather data.

Both of above-cited PWS’s in Stapleton only started operating fairly recently, but a pair of very nearby stations in Park Hill and Mayfair go back much further. They both measured a low temp of -4.6° this morning, and according to their respective archives, that makes today the fifth-coldest day since we moved to Stapleton (in April 2009), as measured by the day’s low temperature. The only colder days were a memorably frigid trio during the February 2011 cold snap (the high temperature in Park Hill on 2/1/11 was only 1º; at DIA, it was -1º), and a cold day in December 2009. Here’s the list:

1. February 2, 2011 (-12º at both Park Hill and Mayfair)
2. February 1, 2011 (-10º at Park Hill, -9º at Mayfair)
3. February 9, 2011 (-7º at Park Hill, -5º at Mayfair)
4. December 9, 2009 (-5.3º at both Park Hill and Mayfair)
5. December 5, 2013 (-4.6º at both Park Hill and Mayfair)

That means today is the coldest day ever in the life of our youngest daughter, 2 ½-year-old “Loyabelle,” who was born in July 2011.

Brrrrrr.

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Leaving aside holidays, birthdays and anniversaries, there are only a handful of dates on the calendar that evoke, for me, an instant mental connection to a particular event – an automatic association lurking below the level of conscious thought. Not just the date of an event that I’ve memorized, but one so deeply seared into my consciousness that the date is the event, and vice versa, in my mind.

Baby Boomers know what I’m talking about. They, and with them the entire national media and culture that they still dominate, are right now counting down to the 50th anniversary of that horrible moment when November 22 became such a date for their generation. For the Boomers’ parents, of course, December 7 was “that” date – living forever in infamy. For my generation, obviously, it was September 11.

Duh. We all know that. But that’s not what this post is about.

These seared-in-the-consciousness dates can also be very idiosyncratic and personal. And they needn’t be sad or tragic, either. Case in point: October 15, the date of the USC-ND “Bush Push” game in 2005, is, in this one particular respect, right up there with September 11 in my mind, as bizarre as that sounds. Why? I dunno. It doesn’t make any sense. But it’s true. I always, always associate October 15, every year, with that epic game and my epic experience of it, and I’m pretty sure I always will. Every year on October 15, I see the date and I automatically think of that game. The date and the event are inextricably linked.

An even more idiosyncratic example is October 3. Why that date? Well, the O.J. Simpson verdict memorably brought the nation to a standstill (as ridiculous as that sounds in retrospect) on October 3, 1995 – but that’s not the only, or even the primary, reason. In fact, I’m pretty sure the only reason I even know the O.J. verdict’s date at all is because it happened to fall on the one-year anniversary of October 3, 1994, which was the day when I – in middle-school parlance – “asked out” the girl I’d had a crush on for 2 years, and would continue to have a crush on for 2+ more. (She said no, if that wasn’t obvious from context. She was really nice about it, though!)

That coincidence of timing – two consecutive October 3rds with memorable events – guaranteed the date permanent admission into my personal pantheon, my memorable-date hall of fame. Which is funny, because looking back, 18 and 19 years later, neither of those October 3 events are particularly meaningful to me anymore. The O.J. verdict, which back then seemed like the closest thing my generation had to a unifying, universal, November 22-esque “where were you?” moment, was obviously surpassed six years later by a far more significant such moment. And as for the girl? Heh. We became friends, I eventually got over my crush, we graduated high school, we moved far away from one another, and now we’re both happily married with kids. The date when I “asked her out” in eighth grade, less than a month before my 13th birthday, is now nothing more than an amusing memory of retrospectively adorable middle-school pre-teen awkwardness – hardly the sort of thing that I would categorize nowadays as a life-changing moment. And yet, my mental association with the date, October 3, remains fully intact, like a vestigial organ that’s long since outlived its original purpose.

There’s a certain delightful unpredictability to this mental phenomenon. Why did the relatively trivial October 3 and October 15 make my “hall of fame,” while, say, August 14 (blackout) and August 29 (Katrina) and December 14 (Sandy Hook) did not? I’m not sure. This isn’t something that one fully controls. It just sort of happens.

But now I’m rambling, and delaying myself from getting to the ultimate point of this post.

One of my most deeply seared dates is November 18. Each year, whenever the calendar turns over into November, and we get close to the middle of the month, at some point I become aware of the approach of the 18th. It’s not like it haunts or bothers me. It doesn’t make me upset anymore. It’s just this creeping, nagging fact at the edge of my consciousness, or perhaps of my subconsciousness: “It’ll be November 18 soon.” And my brain knows exactly what that means, always, without even having to specifically think it. November 18.

I’m 32. I’ve lived literally half of my life since the events of November 18, 1997. And to be clear, by no means am I still in any kind of active mourning about what happened that day to a kid who was, after all, only a casual friend, not one of my closest buddies or anything like that. There were dozens upon dozens of people at my school who were more deeply affected than I was. Any acute psychological trauma that I experienced was short-lived.

And yet, despite all of that, at this point I think it’s pretty clear that I’ll never, ever stop associating November 18 with the death of Robert M. Aniello, better known as “BoB,” who took his life on that night in 1997. We were juniors in high school. We were 16.

The news of BoB’s death – which, in a monstrously cruel coincidence, was followed by a fatal traffic accident the very next day, killing a freshman girl named Jen who I did not know, but who shared many mutual friends with BoB – shook Newington High School to its core. The entire week was a nightmare. I remember many of its moments vividly. It felt like the end of the world. There were wild rumors of other deaths and tragedies, fears of copycats, and just a sense of total breakdown, of chaos descending. (Remember, this is all through the eyes of a teenager surrounded by other teenagers.)

I never stopped hating the classroom that I was in when, on the morning of Wednesday, November 19, I learned the news, in Dr. Pilotte’s chemistry class, that BoB had shot himself to death the night before. I loved chemistry, and Dr. Pilotte was a good teacher, but I would forevermore hate that damn room, because I would always visually associate the view from my desk with the feelings that I experienced that morning, as I had stared off into space, grappling with shock and emptiness and grief and loss and fear, and other feelings that I really had no context for at age 16.

Yes, yes, they “brought in grief counselors,” as you always hear on the news. Of course they did. I can’t recall for certain whether I went to see one; I don’t think so. But as I said, it felt like the end of the world. A grief counselor can’t undo the end of the world.

The school week ended with BoB’s wake Friday afternoon, which a bunch of us car-pooled to with a conscious sense of sad solidarity. One of my good friends had never seen an open casket before, and just couldn’t handle it. She sobbed uncontrollably outside the funeral home. I can’t recall if she ever actually made it inside.

That night, Friday the 21st, was the funeral. I had originally decided not to attend – figuring the wake was enough, I had paid my respects, and the funeral should be reserved for those closer to BoB – but then I realized, sometime in the early evening, that I “needed to go” to the funeral. The feeling overwhelmed me: just go. So I went, with my parents. It was a searing event. BoB’s favorite song, “Rocky Raccoon,” was played. BoB’s dad pleaded with his friends not to follow him into darkness, thundering through his tears that there was nothing glorious or glamorous about suicide. Audible weeping and wailing filled the room. It was intense.

The whole thing was, I suppose, a swift and stunning loss of childhood innocence, for me and for many of my classmates. I guess that’s probably why, or a big part of the reason why, I remember the date so well – because of what it represented. Much like September 11, 2001 would four years later (during my junior year in college), November 18, 1997 became a dividing line that I used to categorize the events of my high-school experience into “before” and “after” groups.

Anyway, it’s hard to believe that November 18, 1997 was 16 years ago – the same number of years BoB lived on this earth.

R.I.P., BoB. And may today’s 16-year-olds, struggling with illness or addiction or grief or simple despair, find the help and relief and support and treatment that BoB could not, so that their feeling of hopelessness about the future does not become a horrifically self-fulfilling prophesy, as his did (and later, as Sarah’s did, and too, too many others). Lord, hear our prayer: It gets better.

The 16-year-old memorial page is still online, BTW: http://lrt.tripod.com/bob_jen/

A pilgrimage to the Shining Kennel on a Hill

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I visited Gonzaga – a school to which I have no personal connection, but a team of which I’ve been a fan since high school – on Monday and Tuesday of this week, to visit Twitter BFF Zach Bloxham and to watch the Zags’ game against Colorado State, part of ESPN’s 24-hour Tip-Off Marathon. I’ve published a full blog post about the trip on my “Mile High Mids” basketball blog. I’ve also uploaded a Flickr photo gallery. Here are just a few of those pics:

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Yes, that’s Bally in the cockpit of the plane. Heh. Again, there’s much more here and here.

If I like my #hiatus, I can keep my #hiatus

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Back on September 29, on the eve of the federal government shutting down, I announced a “shutdown” of my own: an “indefinite hiatus from Twitter“ (with the typical exceptions for Instagram, Tumblr, local event live-tweeting, and so forth). I had various reasons for this sudden decision — including, but not limited to, my desire to avoid the inevitable #DERPNADO of stupid arguments about the shutdown and debt-ceiling crisis with people who are Wrong On The Internet.

Of course, my tweeps were understandably skeptical of this announcement, given my track record of failed “hiatuses.” But looky here! According to my Twitter archive (which I downloaded during my Election Day “hiatus break”…heh), October 2013 was my least-active month on Twitter in almost four years, dating back to December 2009! That’s so long ago, it’s before Obamacare became law and destroyed freedom! 🙂

Throughout 2012 and 2013, I’ve been averaging nearly 3,000 tweets per month. But in October, I tweeted only 561 times… and 363 of those were during a single ~48-hour period early in the month, when Tropical Storm Karen was active — along with major thunderstorm, tornado, blizzard and wildfire threats elsewhere in the U.S. — so I took a “hiatus break” for the sake of my weather-blogging obligations to Pajamas Media. Outside of that two-day #SNOWFIREICANENADO, though, I only tweeted 198 times in October, which works out just over 6 tweets per day. For me, that’s unheard-of! 🙂 And it explains why my “word cloud” for the month (courtesy of Wordle) looks like this:

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There are several notable things about this word cloud, outside of the obvious dominance of “Karen” and other words related to weather and geography. First and foremost is the amusing fact that I tweet so much about my own #hiatuses, “hiatus” is the fourth-largest word. That means, excluding words like “the,” as well as Twitter-specific common phrases such as “RT,” I tweeted the word “hiatus” in October more than any other word except “Karen,” “storm” and “tornado.” Heh. Looks like it beat “PANIC” and “DOOM” combined! (“PANIC” is near the bottom left — just left of “snow,” which is itself just left of “tornado.” It’s quite small. “DOOM” is even smaller, immediately to the left of mighty “Karen” and surrounded on its other three sides by “Halloween,” “weather” and “Iowa.”)

Another notable thing is how small the word “shutdown” is. (Did you even notice it? It’s vertical, in black text, on the lower right-ish side of the image. Look to the right of “now” and below “hurricane.”) If not for my #DERPNADO-avoiding Twitter hiatus, that word probably would have rivaled “Karen” in size — with “debt” and “ceiling” and “Tea” and “Party” and “Boehner” and “Obama” and “Cruz” and “Lee” close behind. “PANIC” and “DOOM” would have been much bigger as well!

Also notable is the prevalence of terms related to Becky’s and my local community of Stapleton: specifically, its official account (@StapletonDenver) and two hashtags: #lovestapleton and #StapletonHalloweenMadness, all on the left side. That’s due in part to my “Stapleton Civil War” satire, and in part to the craziness of Halloween in our ‘hood.

Apropos of which, one last thing: look closely at the area just to the right of “storm,” below “hiatus” and “threat” and “live,” above “mph.” Do you see the URL, http://t.co/wUMzuY4xXG? That’s the Twitter-shortened web address of my “channel” on Ustream, on which I broadcasted live video of trick-or-treating craziness on October 31. I tweeted out the URL repeatedly during the night, enough times that it made my list of most-used “words” for the entire month. Heh. (Alas, the URL of my time-lapse video of our 1,200+ trick-or-treaters just barely missed the word-cloud cut.)

P.S. Speaking of “Heh,” if you look very closely, you’ll see that Glenn Reynolds’s favorite word made the cut. It’s near the bottom right, colored red, in the area underneath “hiatus” and “just,” immediately below “like” (green) and “U.S” (orange). Heh. Indeed.

Anyway, that concludes today’s episode of pointless navel-gazing by yours truly. You may now return to your regularly scheduled lives, already in progress. And I will return to—or rather, continue—being on #hiatus. (With the usual exceptions. Like the tweet announcing this Tumblr post. Heh.)

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Huge win yesterday for the “reformists” on the Denver Board of Education, who improved their majority from 4-3 to 6-1 with a sweep of all four races up for a vote.

Incumbent Landri Taylor won 66-34 over Roger Kilgore in our district (Stapleton & Northeast Denver); former Colorado lieutenant governor Barbara O’Brien won 60-31 over Michael Kiley for the citywide at-large seat (minor candidate Joan Polson got 9%); and the other two reformists won 57-43 and 63-37 in Lowry/East Denver and Southwest Denver, respectively.

Some commentators furiously disagree, but I think this is a good thing, on balance. I’m not anti-union, but I do think the reformists are mostly on the right track in this instance. (This isn’t some sort of Scott Walker thing. These are Democratic reformists. Here’s a helpful backgrounder for those unfamiliar with the local dynamics.)

Certainly, to this busy voter who didn’t obsess about the race but did try to read up & be educated about it, it seemed the anti-reformists didn’t make their case well. The election felt like an argument pitting forward-looking reformers, with an imperfect but generally good platform, against preaching-to-the-converted reactionaries with no real agenda except cherry-picked criticisms of the ongoing reform efforts & a desire to go back to the old way of doing things (without seriously analyzing the flaws of the old, pre-Michael Bennet, pre-Denver Plan status quo). Sort of like an ideologically flipped version of the health-care debate circa ~1992 through 2009: an imperfect but genuine effort at desperately needed reform vs. a “party of no” offering no viable alternative. In that sort of scenario, I’m almost always going to prefer the side that’s trying new ideas over the one that’s just naysaying. In this case, if that puts me on the more “conservative” side, so be it. I have no specific ideological agenda here; I just want a good education for my kids and the rest of Denver’s kids.

This might feel like concern-trolling, but here’s my honest, humble suggestion for David Sirota and the anti-reformists: Next time, instead of vacuous sloganeering, frustrated assertion, and defeatist whining about a massive funding disadvantage to the “oligarchy” and “national money,” use whatever resources you have – including free media – to make a more persuasive argument to voters about why you’re right (rather than just asserting that you are, or thinking that’s self-evident) and what you’ll do going forward if you win. Some of us are genuinely listening to both sides, not just voting for whoever has the most & shiniest ads. But you won’t win our votes if you aren’t saying anything meaningful about your forward-looking agenda.

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Our low-tech @JohnKingCNN map of counties voting today on secession from Colorado. #copolitics

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Loyette was fascinated by the length of our shadows in the parking lot after the ND-AFA game.

School boundary dispute triggers civil war among Stapleton neighborhoods! (Heh.)

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My satirical news article about the “Stapleton Civil War” was published this morning Issue 66 of The Stapletonion, our community’s local version of The Onion. As readers can tell, I had a lot of fun with it. 🙂

Hopefully, my fellow Stapletonians – residents of the various mocked neighborhoods, as well as my Forest City friends – won’t egg my house. 🙂 I’m just having a little fun. Maybe a little too much fun. Hee hee. But I tried to mock all of the parties and local factions, including my own, in an equal-opportunity way.

Below, I’ve published a slightly modified version of the article — a bit longer than the Stapletonion piece, including some extra jokes with broader appeal (e.g., about national politics), and written in a “voice” more typical of a regional or national, rather than hyperlocal, publication. For instance, it defines certain terms and concepts that are obvious to locals (like who “Forest City” is, what “Swigert” is, etc.), but perhaps less obvious to the broader Internet.

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STAPLETON, DENVER, October 17—Warring factions of enraged parents took to the streets of this upper-middle-class Denver community Thursday, triggering widespread chaos and mayhem as they waged a pitched battle over educational preferences for their children. 

“The helicopter parents are going to war,” opined one Stapleton resident. “It is likely that we go to our doom.”

The conflict, triggered by a planned overhaul of the local elementary school admissions system, merged with long-simmering resentments and rivalries between Stapleton’s various sub-neighborhoods, exacerbating hostilities. By nightfall, this decade-old urban infill community on the site of Denver’s former airport – until now a bastion of stability, economic growth, and baby-making in the east Denver metro region – appeared to be on the brink of a full-scale civil war.

Residents of the Central Park West neighborhood, who are upset about their children’s dearth of access to the popular Swigert elementary school, quickly claimed Stapleton’s high ground by occupying the Airport Control Tower. “We shall tell our enemies,” one shouted to the assembled mob, “that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take OUR SLIGHTLY IMPROVED ODDS OF GETTING OUR KIDS INTO A SCHOOL THAT’S MARGINALLY BETTER THAN THE OTHER GOOD NEARBY SCHOOLS!!!”

On the other side of Stapleton, in the rival Eastbridge neighborhood, residents were seen building a barricade on the site of their long-promised, still-nonexistent “town center.”  The barricade appeared to be constructed primarily of discarded toys, barely-used children’s clothes that no longer fit, and old furniture that had been relegated to area basements after Ikea opened in Centennial.

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“Swigert should have been in OUR neighborhood, but they stole it from us, precious!” one Eastbridge resident was heard to say. “Wicked, tricksy, false! We hates DPS, we hates Forest City, and we hates Central Park West, precious! We hates it forever!”

Forest City Enterprises, the master developer of this community of 17,000 – and the apparent target of several spray-painted messages reading “FC SUCKS” – appealed for calm. Company spokesman Mark Lockie pleaded with Eastbridge residents in particular: “Look, seriously, I’m pretty sure we can get you a Whole Foods if you’ll all just calm the f*** down.”

But Forest City was also preparing for the worst. Lockie said the developer was boarding up the windows at its headquarters on 29th Avenue, and barricading all entrances with massive piles of never-read copies of the Stapleton Green Book.

“If necessary as a last resort, we will create an impenetrable ring of fire around the building, using Green Books as kindling,” he said. “We’ve got plenty of them.”

Appeals for calm seemed to be falling on deaf ears, however, amid reports of further escalation. Witnesses said a large mob of Conservatory Green residents, who want equal access to the South Stapleton schools, was advancing on foot toward the Central Park Boulevard Bridge—which is being defended by an even larger mob of South Stapleton residents who don’t want their children shipped across I-70 to High Tech Elementary to make room for Conservatory Green kids.

Also, there were indications of a brewing cross-neighborhood insurgency led by a group calling itself “Parents for Preschool Justice,” which is agnostic about boundaries but demands that the kindergarten admission preference for students enrolled in Early Childhood Education not be eliminated, as has been proposed.  Shortly after the commencement of hostilities, PPJ claimed responsibility for a “biological warfare attack” earlier in the evening on joggers in Westerly Creek Park, although experts cast doubt on that claim, saying the “attack” was most likely the work of an unaffiliated mosquito swarm.

Meanwhile, dampening initial hopes that the Eastbridge barricade would merely be a “Occupy Wall Street”-style peaceful protest site (but with better hygiene and less secondhand marijuana smoke), reports emerged of a looming clash. Several hundred homeowners from the proposed “preference zone” for Swigert, mostly from Central Park West, were seen marching down Martin Luther King Boulevard toward the barricade site, carrying torches.

“We don’t like what we don’t understand, in fact it scares us, and this Bird school is mysterious at least,” several of the marchers were heard singing, referring to Isabella Bird Elementary School. “Raise the flag, sing the song, here we come, three hundred strong! Three hundred Westers can’t be wrong… let’s kill the East!” they added.

As the chaos spread, there was growing concern that loud outbursts could interrupt local toddlers’ naptimes, causing further mayhem. Some even darkly whispered that, if the situation deteriorates badly enough, it might prevent nannies from making it to Stapleton.

“My God, this could become a nightmare,” said one local mother.

The conflict began earlier Thursday with several heated arguments among attendees at Stapleton United Neighbors’ annual Education Expo. The disagreements surfaced during a discussion of SUN’s recommendation that Denver Public Schools create a “soft boundary” or “preference zone” elementary school admission system within Stapleton, which would only marginally improve Central Park West residents’ access to nearby Swigert. Some “Westers,” incensed that their children have not won the community-wide “lottery” for spots in the glittering school located practically in their back yards, have demanded a stronger geographic preference, or even closed boundaries – either of which would represent a major shift away from Stapleton’s traditional “open choice” exception, toward a “neighborhood schools” model more typical of other parts of Denver.

Witnesses at Thursday’s meeting reported that the situation began to escalate after one Eastbridge resident shouted at a Central Park West resident, “I’ll see you in Hell before you limit my kids’ school options just because you didn’t read the damn rules before buying your stupid house.” The Central Park West resident retorted that at least his neighborhood was focused on “something that matters, like our kids’ education, instead of a nonstop town-center bitchfest.”

Shouting led to pushing and shoving, which triggered punch-throwing and hair-pulling, and before long a full-scale riot broke out.  DPS and SUN officials fled for their lives.

Political leaders, including Denver Mayor Michael Hancock and Colorado Governor John Hickenlooper, also urged Stapletonians to refrain from violence, but otherwise generally stayed mum for the time being, focused on gathering information about the rapidly changing situation. However, Republican gubernatorial candidate Tom Tancredo quickly put out a statement lamenting “this latest outburst of violence fueled by illegal immigration.” It was not immediately clear what on earth he was talking about.

Meanwhile, early reports out of Stapleton suggested a sudden shift in the community’s political alignment, as conservative gun-owners, previously ideological pariahs in this heavily left-leaning community, have suddenly stepped into leadership roles. Sources say community elders in the East 29th Avenue a.k.a. “Classic Stapleton” neighborhood (or “Stapleton Natives,” as they prefer to be called), were huddled late Thursday at the home of some lady who had a Jane Norton lawn sign in 2010. Meanwhile, that guy who likes Ron Paul has reportedly become the de facto leader of the new Westerly Creek neighborhood militia.

“I told you idiots that a well-regulated militia is necessary for the security of a free state,” said Ron Paul Guy. “Dumbass liberals.”

As the conflict widened, fears spread of possible looting. Indeed, several South End homeowners reported late Thursday that it had already begun, with a number of bikes stolen, garages broken into, and car windows smashed. One commenter on StapletonMoms, however, speculated that those incidents were probably unrelated to the school-boundary conflict. “Sounds like a typical Thursday night,” she wrote.

Even so, some local businesses were taking precautions. Udi’s Bread Café issued a statement saying, “We are closed until further notice due to the ongoing violence, so you crazy white people will have to get your overpriced frou-frou sandwiches somewhere else.” At King Soopers, an employee was seen in the parking lot, painting new arrows on the asphalt – all pointing away from the store. “This’ll keep the looters away for sure,” he was overheard muttering to himself.

There were reports that Forest City was preparing to take more drastic action.  An employee at Dick’s Sporting Goods Park, who spoke on condition of anonymity, revealed that the developer had asked the stadium to prepare a possible blast of Raffi music that could be heard throughout Stapleton. Military analysts agreed this would be an excellent psychological warfare technique, and would probably end any rioting almost immediately.

Lockie, the Forest City spokesman, would not comment on those reports. But he did tell reporters that, in a worst-case scenario, continued school-boundary-related violence could lead to the unprecedented cancellation of Stapleton Halloween later this month. Economic analysts said the resulting massive falloff in candy sales would likely throw the entire nation into recession. The economic impact could be exacerbated further if the Eastbridge barricade is eventually destroyed, greatly reducing the stock of unwanted crap available for next year’s Community Garage Sale.  Global stock markets fell as much as 3% on the news.

On a happier note, Lockie said Forest City was delighted to learn that a use has finally been found for the airport tower. “We congratulate the Central Park West residents on their creativity in that regard,” he said. “But now will everyone please simmer down, go home and finish putting up your Halloween decorations?”

Again, you can find the original article in The Stapletonion. Also, thanks to @eastviewphotog for the photo illustration, responding to my request on Twitter the other day.

P.S. Just to be perfectly clear, for the sake of the sort of people who think Onion articles are real … this news story is FAKE. None of the events described herein actually occurred. Any resemblance between the referenced individuals and actual people is purely coincidental. (Well, except Tom Tancredo.) Also, “Mark Lockie” is not a real person, and all of the quotes attributed to Forest City via him, and to other individuals and businesses, are completely made up – invented for satirical purposes. In conclusion, please don’t sue me, or hate me. Heh. I’m just having a bit of fun. I really do #lovestapleton.

P.P.S. Also, although I make fun, the “helicopter parents” are my favorites, because they “helicopter” so I don’t have to! It’s a classic free-rider situation, and I deeply appreciate their good work. 🙂