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Rules of the Game:
A guide for Alumni, Friends and Boosters of BSC Athletics
Are you a friend, supporter, or booster of BSC Athletics?
You are if any of the following apply…
• You participated in or are a member of an agency or organization which promotes BSC's intercollegiate athletic programs
• You made financial contributions to BSC's athletic department or to an athletic booster organization of BSC
• You are involved in promoting BSC's athletic programs
IF YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A BSC BOOSTER, you should be responsible for educating yourself with the following regulations, as you are held accountable for NCAA regulations just as BSC's coaches and staff members are.
Who is a prospective student-athlete (PSA)?
• A PSA is a student who has started classes for the ninth grade. A student who has not started ninth-grade classes becomes a prospect if the intercollegiate institution provides the individual (or the individual's relatives or friends) with any financial assistance or other benefits.
• A PSA remains a prospect, even after signing with an intercollegiate institution, until the PSA begins classes at an intercollegiate institution or reports for a regular squad practice prior to the start of classes.
• Any student enrolled at a junior college.
The following is the basic recruiting regulation for DIII…
• Representatives of athletics interests may make in-person on- or off-campus recruiting contact with a prospective as long as any off-campus contact occurs following the completion of the PSA's junior year in high school (NCAA Bylaw 13.01.4). THIS IS A GOOD THING (that DI and DII CANNOT DO)!!! BSC coaches would love your assistance in identifying the academically and athletically gifted student-athlete that will thrive at BSC. Please contact them with any PSAs that you identify.
Alumni, Friends, or Boosters may not…
• Entertain any PSA or their family off-campus
• Transport, pay or arrange for the payments of transportation costs incurred by relatives or friends of a PSA to visit the campus or elsewhere
• Provide cash or the use of an automobile to the prospect or student-host on his or her official visit to campus
• Employ, or arrange for the employment of, a PSA before the completion of the PSA's senior year of high school
• The institution may arrange employment for a PSA if the employment begins after the PSA's senior year in high school.
• Pay in whole, or in part, registration fees associated with summer sports camps
• Extend funds to entertain a student-athlete and friends
• Provide gifts or awards to a student-athlete for his or her academic performance
• Such awards can only be awarded by the institution
Alumni, Friends, or Boosters may…
• Make on- or off- campus contact with any PSA following their junior year in high school
• Make contact with a PSA and his or her legal guardian on an official visit to campus
• Engage in evaluation activities on behalf of the institution provided that the evaluation is booster initiated and is subject to the understanding that the booster may not make contact with the PSA. Any booster wishing to make contact with a PSA, their high school, or current college/university, must first obtain permission from BSC Athletics.
• If you are an established friend or neighbor of a PSA, you may have contact with him or her as long as you do not try to recruit the PSA on behalf of BSC and such contacts are not made at the direction of the BSC coaching staff
• Once a PSA has made an enrollment deposit to attend BSC, a booster, friend, or alumnus may have contact with the PSA to discuss summer job arrangements (pay for summer job, or any other service must be equal to the standard rate of pay for that position).
• Assist the coaching staff in the recruiting process by notifying them of any student you think would be a strong addition to BSC and to the athletics program. You may also send the coaching staff any newspaper clippings or other information about prospects which you think would be of interest. The coach can then make the appropriate contact.
• Have a phone conversation with a PSA as long as the PSA initiates the call, and the conversation is limited to general information about BSC.
Definition of Terms…
• Contact: A face-to-face encounter between a prospect and/or the prospect's parent or legal guardian and an institutional staff member or athletics representative during which any dialogue occurs in excess of an exchange of greeting. Any such face-to-face encounter that is prearranged or that takes place on the grounds of the prospect's educational institution or the site of an organized competition or practice involving the prospect or the prospect's high school, preparatory school, two-year college or all-state team shall be considered a contact, regardless of the conversation that occurs.
• Evaluation: Any off-campus activity designed to assess the academic qualification or athletic ability of a prospect, including any visit to the prospect's educational institution (during which no contact can occur), or the observation of any practice or competition at which the prospect participates.
• Recruiting: Recruiting is any solicitation of a prospect or prospect's relatives (or legal guardians) by an institutional staff member or by a representative of the institution's athletics interests for the purpose of securing the prospect's enrollment and ultimate participation in the institution's intercollegiate athletic program.
• Student-Athlete: A student-athlete is any student who has reported for an intercollegiate squad under the jurisdiction of the athletic department, or any student whose enrollment was solicited by a member of the athletics staff or other representative of athletics interests with a view toward the student's ultimate participation in the intercollegiate athletics program.
Final friendly reminders:
• The actions of a friend, booster, or alumnus could jeopardize a student-athlete's eligibility
• Boosters can incur penalties from the NCAA, such as an institution imposed disassociation, whereby BSC would be precluded from providing any athletic benefit or privilege to the disassociated booster.
Don't forget to ask BEFORE you act!
Thanks for the Support and YEAH PANTHERS!!!
For more information, contact:
Sarah Erreca
Assistant Athletic Director
Compliance Coordinator
Box 549041
Birmingham-Southern College
Birmingham, AL 35254
(205) 226-4905 | firstname.lastname@example.com


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He couldn't really remember life before the children. He couldn't feel it as something he'd once lived. It was too far away, and buried. Something as simple as walking down the street—he was always a father. Or looking at a woman—he was a father.
He had one child left. There'd been four, but three of them were up and running, more or less their own men. They were all boys, still teen-agers. But they weren't his anymore. Except for the youngest. That was Peter. Peter still held Donal's hand. Except when there were people coming toward them, boys or girls his own age or older. Then he'd let go, until they were around the corner.
And Donal knew. One day soon he'd open his hand for Peter's, and it would stay empty. And when that happened he'd die; he'd lie down on the ground. That was how he felt. After twenty years. Independence, time to himself—he didn't want it.
—You'll have your own life, someone had told him.
—I have my own life, he'd said back. I fuckin' like it.
He'd never felt hard done by—he didn't think he had. He'd loved the life, even the stress of it. He'd be knackered tired sometimes, red-eyed and soggy, only vaguely aware that he had a name or even a gender, and still he'd think, I'm alive. Making a dinner he knew none of them would eat, or charging in to Temple Street hospital with a wheezing or a bleeding child, or standing at the side of a football pitch, in the pissing rain, twenty miles from home, watching one of the boys trying to make sure that the ball didn't go anywhere near him. The boys had been the rhythm of every day, even when he was sleeping. He woke before they did, always. None of his lads had ever walked into an empty kitchen first thing in the morning.
There was once, he was changing a nappy. Carl's—Carl was the second. They were at Elaine's mother's place. It was a Sunday afternoon. He had Carl parked in front of him, on the edge of his changing mat, his arse in the air, right over Elaine's ma's white carpet. He pulled the nappy out from under Carl and the shite jumped free of the nappy, a half-solid ball. Without thinking, Donal caught it—his hand just went out. The nappy in one hand, the shite in the other, Carl's arse hanging over the carpet. And he couldn't wait to tell everyone. He knew he had his story.
The stories—twenty years of them.
They already seemed stale. They'd been overlived, dragged out too often. He'd start talking, even thinking, and he'd feel the camera lights, the heat. He'd imagine he was talking to a studio audience, selling something, trying to convince them. But there was nothing dishonest about how he felt. Empty. Finished. The stories, his memories, were wearing out and there was nothing new replacing them. His whole fuckin' life was going.
He watched telly now with Peter. A film on Sky Movies. "Little Man." It was dreadful. This tiny little black guy was pretending he was a baby—Donal didn't know why; they'd missed the start—staring at a woman's tits, trying to grab at them. It was absolutely dreadful. But Peter was laughing, so he did, too.
—Should we be even watching this, Pete?
—It's appropriate, said Peter. I checked.
—But he wants to have sex with the woman.
—So do you, said Peter.
—O.K., said Donal. Fair enough.
One last story for the file: So do you, he says.
Peter was ten. Donal was forty-eight. So were his friends. He liked the precision of that—all his friends were forty-eight. It was the best thing about Ireland, about Dublin anyway: he could still see the men he'd grown up with. He'd gone to school with lads who'd moved to Canada, the States, even South Africa. But no one he knew had ever moved south of the Liffey. They'd either got out of the country or stayed put. And Donal had been lucky. He'd walked out of school, in 1977, and straight into a job in the civil service. A few years later, the jobs weren't there. But Donal had never been out of work. And his friends were like him. They lived in houses a few miles from where they'd all grown up. They could walk to the pub. It wasn't the same place where they'd had their first pints, but that place was only two miles away.
They met up once a week. All four of them, or three of them, or even just the two. It was an open kind of arrangement, but a bit more organized since they'd started the texting a few years back. Pub? Ye. 9.30? Grnd. Donal never felt tired on Thursday nights. He'd be away on holidays—in France, say, or Portugal, or Orlando, in the States—having a great time. But on the Thursday, wherever, he wished he was at home, on his way up to the pub.
It had always been like that. There was once, early on with Elaine, they'd been on the bed, in his flat. She'd just poured a melted Mars Bar into her navel. And she caught him looking at his watch.
—Have you something more important to do?
—God, no. Fuck, no. This is brilliant.
The hot chocolate had burned his tongue a bit, and he'd felt a little bit sick. But it had been great. He could still remember her stomach under his tongue.
—This is the first thing I've eaten since me breakfast, he told her, and she laughed and he could feel that, too, rippling her skin, lifting her. He'd held her—he told her this years later—he'd held her hips to keep her on her back, so that none of the melted chocolate would drop onto the sheet, because it was the only sheet he had and he didn't want her to know that. He ate the chocolate, cleaned it all up, and then he didn't care what way she ended up. It was up to her.
His friends never talked about sex, or health. They never had. Or problems—they didn't really talk about their problems.
Other people didn't really get it. Especially women. Grown men getting together like that, as if it was weird or unnatural. Or a bit silly.
—Are you meeting the lads tonight?
—I'm not answering, if you're going to sneer like that.
—Like what?
—The lads.
She'd even asked him once, when he was putting his shoes on.
—What use are they?
—The lads, she'd said. Your friends.
—What about them?
—Why are they your friends?
—I'm not answering that.
—Don't be so touchy, she said. I'm curious.
—Well, stay curious.
—I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything.
—Why do I have to defend myself?
—You don't.
—I have to explain why my friends are my friends. Why the fuck should I?
—Don't, if you don't want to.
—I never ask you about your friends, he said.
—I know, she said. You don't even know their names.
—I do.
She smiled.
—I do, he insisted. There's Mary and . . .
—Stop, she said. Listen. I suppose what I'm wondering is: What do you talk about?
He looked at her.
—Football, he said.
He knew she'd hate the answer.
—Is that all?
—What else? she said. Help me here.
He didn't know what else to give her. He didn't know how to explain it. How what they talked about wasn't important. How they could sit and say nothing much, for most of the night. And he'd still come home feeling great.
—Jokes, he said.
—You tell jokes.
—Yeah, he said. If we've heard any new ones.
—That's nice.
She wasn't sneering.
—Mind you, he said. You never hear jokes these days. It's all e-mail stuff. No one makes up jokes anymore. Like stories, you know.
She nodded.
—Can I go now? he said.
—Go on.
He was the first in. Their usual table was free. He nodded at the barman, raised one finger. He always liked that. The fact that he could order a pint without talking. He'd been coming here for years. The barman was Polish. He'd only been working here for three months or so, but he knew what Donal's order was, and Donal had never had to tell him. The Poles were great.
He sat and looked at the snooker on the telly. He hadn't a clue who was playing. He didn't know either of the players. They looked younger than his older kids. Hair gel, and little rectangular ads stitched onto their waistcoats. They looked too young to be out in the world on their own, millionaires already, more than likely.
He was out of touch. He knew it.
The lounge girl came up with his pint in the center of her tray.
—Thanks, said Donal.
—Of course.
She was Lithuanian, as far as Donal remembered. Or Latvian. A lovely young one, lovely attitude.
He gave her a tenner. She gave him his change, and he gave her back some of it.
—Thank you.
—You're grand.
Donal felt the draft, and saw Gerry closing the door behind him.
The lounge girl was waiting.
—Will you like another pint of Guinness?
—Great, yeah. Thanks.
He felt a bit uncomfortable with her. She was a woman and a girl—that was the problem. And the attraction. And the problem. He'd have been happier with a lounge boy.
—Fuckin' cold out there, said Gerry.
This was how it happened. They arrived in a clump, from one man to four inside a minute or two. As if they'd been hiding behind the bushes outside until one of them made the move and went in. Or something, an instinct, told the four of them to get up from the telly and go, at the same time every Thursday.
Donal watched the other two, Ken and Seán, wrap the wires around their iPods and put them into their jacket pockets. He decided again: he'd get an iPod.
—What were yis listening to? he asked.
—Springsteen, said Ken.
—The new album?
—Any good?
—His best since the last one.
The young one brought the pints. Donal paid her, and tipped her again. He'd given her four euros, for one round. It made him feel seedy, and generous.
They'd have four pints. They might go to five. Four was automatic. The fifth was always a decision. It used to be more. They used to drink all day, days in a row, weekends drunk, into work on Monday, drunk. Donal and Gerry had gone twenty-four hours once, in Majorca. They'd found a bar that would let them drink till daylight. They'd had breakfast—Traditional English Breakfast—on the way back to the apartment. He remembered being surprised that he could hold the knife and fork.
Seán looked around.
—How many in here would you say have snorted cocaine?
—None, said Gerry.
He was probably right.
—Not according to the news, said Seán. We're all fuckin' snorting.
—I've never even seen cocaine, said Gerry. Have any of youse?
They shook their heads.
Some young one, a model, had died, and two other kids in Wexford or Waterford—they'd eaten damp cocaine. The radio was full of it, and the television. Middle-class men, their faces fuzzy and their voices disguised, describing their cocaine hells. "It's on the cheese board. Every dinner party I've been to." And hidden cameras, in pub toilets. More fuzzy faces, leaning over cisterns, with rolled-up euros.
—What about your kids? said Ken.
They all had kids, teen-agers and older.
Donal shrugged.
—Don't know, he said. Don't think so.
—How do you know?
—I don't, said Donal. But I think I would.
Gerry nodded.
—How would we know? he said. Unless they went crazy, or something.
—A swab, said Seán.
—A swab. Of the cistern, or a shelf. For traces of cocaine.
They laughed. Three of them laughed.
—You couldn't do that in my house, said Gerry. The jacks is never empty.
—I did, said Seán.
They looked at him. They stared at him.
—You did a—what?—a test? A fuckin' swab?
—Yep, said Seán. [#unhandled_cartoon]
—Did you get a kit or something? Gerry asked him. Do you not have to be a fuckin' forensics expert or something?
—Not at all, said Seán. All you need is a cotton bud. I ran one across the top of the jacks. The cistern, like.
—It was filthy.
They laughed again.
—White particles, said Seán.
—Dust, said Donal. Talc. The jacks would be full of it. Any room. The air's full of dust.
—Did you have them tested? The white particles.
—No, said Seán.
—So? said Gerry. What did you prove?
—I sniffed the bud, said Seán. Snorted it, like. So to speak.
—I was high as a fuckin' kite.
He was joking.
—Dancing with the fridge. Seriously, though, he said. I've been watching my girls since it got into the news. And they're the same as they've ever been. So they either aren't using cocaine or they've always been using cocaine.
He shrugged.
—They're grand, he said. The only one that might be snorting is Maeve.
Maeve was his wife.
—D'you reckon?
—It would explain quite a lot, said Seán.
He left it at that. They didn't talk about the wives. They drifted from cocaine to football, and on to the film that Gerry had seen at the weekend and the others wanted to see.
—How was Denzel?
And on to international affairs.
—Poor oul' Benazir.
—What a place.
—Mad. Would you have given her one?
—Oh, yeah. Absolutely.
—Too late now, an'anyway.
—She was a fine thing. I liked her head scarf.
—That's the thing, though, said Donal. Women don't wear them here anymore.
—Not even at Mass.
—They'll make a comeback, said Ken. Wait and see. Abercrombie & Fitch or somebody will bring back the head scarf.
—Benazir but, said Gerry. She was a lot better-looking than any of the women politicians in this country.
—That's for sure.
—What about Hillary Clinton?
—A few years back, maybe. Not now, though.
—She'd be saying the same thing about us.
—She hasn't a clue.
—Would you ride Obama?
—Not unless he was a woman.
—I have a dream.
That was the night the idea was planted. They'd go away together, to Spain.
—The four of us?
—Why not? said Gerry.
—Sounds good.
Gerry's brother had a place down there.
—Valencia. Near there. A half hour or so. Inland. No sand or shite. It's great.
There was no decision that night, nothing firm. Donal said nothing to Elaine about it. He waited for Gerry to bring it up the next Thursday.
—Did yis give any more thought to that?
—What? said Ken.
—Your brother's gaff?
They looked at one another, and shrugged, and smiled.
—Well, I'm going, said Gerry.
They went a few weeks after Easter. A Ryanair flight to Valencia, then a hired car. Donal had driven in France, but in his own car; they'd always got the ferry. They'd been to France four times. Always the same place, camping. The last time was five years ago. The year after that, the eldest, Matthew, said he wouldn't go. They couldn't make him—he was fifteen—and he was too young to leave behind.
They drove into the town. It seemed deserted, and a bit ugly.
—Is this the siesta?
—Suppose so.
It was early afternoon.
Gerry parked outside a bar.
—There's people in there, so they're not all asleep.
They sat outside, with four bottles of beer that cost the same as one bottle at home. Seán took off his jumper.
—That's it, lads. I'm on me holidays.
—Good man.
—How far is the house?
—Three minutes.
—This is fuckin' great, said Donal.
But he was disappointed. It was great, a week away from everything. But the town itself was shite. It was dead. Their table was on a street, but it didn't matter because the street was empty. He sat up and looked properly.
—What's that?
—The wall down there. The curved wall.
—The bullring, said Gerry.
—For bullfighting?
—No, said Gerry. It's a pain in the hole. Boring.
—Still, though, said Donal.
—Do they kill the bulls?
—They, like, release them first, said Gerry. Let them run through the streets.
—And that's fuckin' boring, is it? said Seán.
—It is, said Gerry. Believe me.
—Still, though, said Donal.
—It's the fiesta, said Gerry. The annual festival. Saint something. Or the Virgin Mary.
—They slaughter bulls for the Virgin Mary?
—Wait'll you see it later, said Gerry. It's good. The fiesta bit.
He stood up.
They got back in the car. Gerry took them out of the town, past a field full of solar panels, and behind a small industrial estate. In Dublin, this was where you dumped the body or the fridge. Here it was a row of flat-roofed houses, under palm trees.
—Here we are.
It was the last house in the row.
Gerry got out and unlocked the gate. They got out and followed him. They saw the pool but kept behind Gerry as he got the front door open and walked into hot dead air.
—Fuckin' hell.
They hoisted the shutters and opened all the windows. There weren't many; it wasn't a big house. They threw bags on the beds and then they went out to the pool.
—It's nice and clean.
—There's a chap keeps an eye on it for Declan.
Declan was Gerry's brother.
—He throws in the chlorine and scoops out the flies and that.
—What's that?
There was a white machine, like a fat pup with a trunk, moving very slowly along the bottom.
—It's a hoover, said Gerry.
—For fuck sake. Is it on all the time?
—Think so, yeah.
—It's useless, said Gerry. If it's the same one. It just moves into a corner and stays there. So the corner's spotless and the rest of it gets covered in fuckin' goo.
They got into the togs and sat looking at the water and, one at a time, they got in, because there wasn't really room for more than one man, the way they swam. They sat with their backs to the industrial estate and let themselves get hungry. They chatted and kept an eye on the sun. The watches were off, thrown onto the beds. They had one more swim, then showered and put on the shorts and T-shirts. The shorts were new. They never wore shorts at home.
—Is that a bruise?
—Varicose vein.
—You can show it to whatever young one you pick up tonight in town.
—I'll tell yeh. Show a bird your varicose veins and she'll be on you like a fuckin' barnacle.
They waited till Gerry locked the gate.
—Dogs, he said. Have to keep them out.
—What? said Donal. Wild?
—Kind of.
—It's the one bad thing, said Gerry. The way they treat the dogs.
And now they could hear them. Dogs howling, baying—whatever it was.
—Are they all wild?
—No, said Gerry. Just fuckin' miserable.
Gerry showed them the lane that would get them to town. They walked, all four men in a row. The sandals slapped the dust.
They went past the industrial estate and the tied-up dogs.
—What gets made in there?
—Nothing. As far as I know.
—Maybe. But I've never seen a truck.
—Who feeds the dogs?
—There's an automatic feeder. It releases enough food every day. And water. They all have them. Most of the houses are empty during the week.
—That's terrible.
—Talkin' about feeders, said Donal, I'm fuckin' starving.
They all were.
—A few scoops, a game of pool, and the nose bag. How's that for a plan?
They ignored the bullfighting. It was on the telly, a local channel, in the bar. And it was outside. There were people running down the street, and back up the street. And a marching band, somewhere. Donal wanted to have a look, but Gerry was the local and he didn't even look out the window. And, fair enough, it all looked shite on the telly. There was a bull standing still, outside a church—it looked like. And young lads, all young lads, were walking carefully up to it, and touching it and dashing back. It looked like something anyone could do. The young lads all wore red T-shirts. Trying to provoke the bull, he supposed. But the bull wasn't having any of it. He just stood there, still. Then he was gone, off the screen, in the time it took Donal to bend down at the table and pretend he was sizing up his shot—he hadn't a clue, really. The commentator was going mad, but all Donal could see was the door of the church.
They finished the game and went walking. The excitement was still in the street. The young lads, bashing against one another, thumping their chests. There was no sign of the bull, although there was dung in the air and—Donal saw it now—blood on the street. A topic for the phone call home in the morning. The marching band was still marching, but they still hadn't seen it. There were stalls down both sides of the main street, and Donal saw some of the stuff he'd bring home, the small presents the kids used to charge down the hall for when they heard him coming in the door, after he'd been away for a day or two because of work.
They found a place and ate well. Good, big steaks.
—Straight off the fuckin' bull.
The waiter recognized Gerry, smiled at him.
—Irish, yes?
—Yeah, good man.
—How are you? said the waiter.
—Good, said Gerry. Yeah. How's business?
—You are my business.
He clapped his hands.
—Business is good.
They stopped at another bar. Another few drinks, at a table outside. The loud young lads were gone. There were families strolling, proud men pushing buggies.
—It's after one.
—A different world.
—It's very civilized.
—If this was Dublin, we'd be watching the fight.
—We'd be at home.
They walked back to the house at about three.
—A swim?
—Don't be fuckin' stupid.
They slept through the dogs. The room was still dark when Donal woke. But there was a day outside; he could feel it pressing against the shutter. He got out of the bed, and he was grand. No bother. He went out to the hall and looked at his phone. One o'clock. He'd woken up in the afternoon. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Long before kids, before marriage. He went out to the pool, and Gerry was there, listening to his iPod.
Donal sat beside him.
—What're you listening to?
—The Cure.
—The Cure? Are they still good?
—They're great. Hang on. I can link this up to the speakers inside. It'll wake the other pair up.
He went inside and, a minute later, Donal was listening to "The Love Cats." Gerry came back with a pot of good, solid coffee. The other two got up. They chatted. They swam. They read. They ate some bread and cheese. They got bored with the Cure, so Gerry changed it to Echo and the Bunnymen. Donal was definitely getting an iPod. He'd forgotten these bands had existed.
—D'you remember Japan?
—They haven't aged well.
—Have they not? What about Madness?
—Kids love Madness.
—I love Madness. Talking Heads?
—They're next.
The sun started dipping, and Seán came out with four bottles of Stella.
That was their week in Spain. Their routine. Like heaven, in the Talking Heads song. Where nothing ever happened.
The songs were queuing up.
He rang home every day, walked around the pool while he talked to Elaine and Peter, and the older boys if they were at home. He texted them, too. Hw'r things? They usually got back to him. Gnd, or Gud, or Fin. U? But he didn't really miss them. He didn't think about them. He didn't ache to hold them as they used to be, their weight in his arms, their smells under his nose. He didn't mind being alone in the bed when he woke. He liked it, just himself, nothing to remember or catch up on. He stopped hearing the dogs.
The three lads were up before him one of the mornings. Gerry was walking around the pool, worrying the hoover with the butt of a brush, pushing it out toward the center. Ken had his BlackBerry, was poking away at it with the little plastic stick.
He put it on the table. [#unhandled_cartoon]
—There now, he said. That should keep the economy afloat.
—Day's work done?
—And no one even knows I'm here. This is the world we live in, men.
Ken had rigged his life so that where he actually was rarely mattered. And Gerry was the same. Gerry and Ken had slid into self-employment, about fifteen years before. Donal hadn't noticed—too busy changing nappies. And he was happy enough where he was, in the Revenue. He still liked it, going after the farmers. He'd found bogus accounts and all sorts of hidden accounts. Hairy men with shite on their boots, with millions stashed away in the Caymans and Bermuda, or in biscuit tins under their beds. A few years back, he'd been asked into an office, for a chat. Had he ever thought of the C.A.B.? He must have looked a bit slack-jawed, because the man in a better suit than Donal's provided a word for each of the letters.
—Criminal Assets Bureau. Would you be up for it?
—Are they not the Guards? said Donal. Cops. Going after gangsters?
—It's liquid, said his boss's boss. You'd be on secondment. And, now, you wouldn't be breaking down doors or anything like that. It wouldn't be "The Untouchables." Will you think about it, anyway? We wouldn't be asking if we didn't think you were the man they needed.
—You'll think about it?
—Yeah, he said. I will.
—I'll leave it with you.
He didn't tell Elaine; he told no one. He was flattered, thrilled. He actually saw himself in the part; he felt the door give way against his shoulder. Felt the weight of the shotgun. Felt—saw—his eyes match the look coming at him from the drug baron across the room.
They never came back to him about it, but that didn't matter. He couldn't have gone to work knowing that Elaine or the kids were worried about him. He didn't think it was just an excuse, or a lie. He didn't think it then—he wasn't sure. It was six or seven years ago. Six. And, actually, he was sure. He'd wanted nothing to do with gangland warlords or major drug dealers. He was happier with the farmers.
Gerry had always been a bit more daring, or mad. Donal could see him now. He rolled—he multitasked. He scooped the dead stuff out of the pool with a net while he sold a guy in Dublin an insurance policy, or something. An update, Gerry called it.
—You're what? said Gerry, to the phone. Fifty-two?
Now he was shoving the hoover back to the middle of the pool.
—It's not about the years you've left, Mick, he said.
He was wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers T-shirt, nearly faded to nothing. One of his kids', Donal guessed.
—It's about the years you've already lived, he said. What you have to show for them, what there is to protect. Are you with me?
He sat down and picked up one of the bottles.
—It's not going to get cheaper because you've less years to live. It's insurance I'm selling, not milk. And look, I'm not even selling it. You're already well covered. I'm just telling you about it. I have to. It's the law.
He took a swig from the bottle.
—Spain, he said. Yeah, it's great. Just me and a few lads. No. No golf. Fuck golf. You know about me and golf. So, anyway, grand, there's no hurry. You phone me, Mick. Either way, yeah. I will, yeah. Good luck.
He put the phone on the table. He said nothing. It was just work, the way he did it now—what he used to do at a desk, or in a pub or a restaurant, five years ago. He'd adjusted. He could work beside a swimming pool in Spain, with his best friends.
—The world, said Ken, one of the nights they were out.
—What about it?
—It's grand, said Ken. But I worry a bit sometimes.
—Not about global warming or that, said Ken. That'll sort itself out. There'll be good and bad there.
They nodded. They all kind of agreed, and none of them wanted to talk about global warming. They were wearing shorts and sandals. It was boring.
—Just, said Ken. The future. Like, I've complete faith in us. Our age group. And the very young. Kids, like.
Donal knew what he meant.
—It's the ones in between, he said.
And Ken nodded.
—Exactly, he said. D'you know many people in their thirties?
—One or two, said Seán.
—Fuckin' eejits, said Ken. Every one of them. I'm right, amn't I?
—Yeah, said Donal. But you're right about kids as well. They're brilliant.
They were talking shite, enjoying themselves. But, still and all, Donal nearly cried. He was talking about his own kids. Moving away from him, setting off on their own. He loved it and hated it. He'd never get over it. But he'd have to.
Gerry looked at him.
—Are you all right? he said, quietly.
—I'm grand, said Donal.
And he was. They'd never talk about it. Except agree, and move on.
The day before they left for home, they went into Valencia. They got up in time to catch the bus. Past half-built apartment blocks and wasteland—no real countryside, and no sea. They yawned and chatted till Gerry stood up, and they followed him off the bus. They wandered around for a couple of hours. They went into the cathedral. Donal put fifty cents in a slot and watched the electric candles come on. He walked away before they went off again. They went to an old market, the Plaza Redonda, and decided not to buy any bootleg DVDs because they didn't want to carry them around all day and lose them. They went into a tapas place and ate about fifty euros' worth of the little things along the counter. They went to a bar with a big screen, to watch the English football. They had their first beers, slowly, and a few more, slowly, till the match was over, and they went for a stroll. They found a small corner bar with a very good-looking waitress, and they stayed there till it was dark. They talked more than they had all week. Got pissed slowly, enjoyed the fact that they knew they were getting pissed. They couldn't come back from the jacks without slapping a back. The talk got a bit mad. The first ride, the best ride, the weirdest, the longest.
—Four minutes.
—Four and a half.
—Good man.
Ever with another man.
—No way.
Ever curious.
—No. Not really.
Ever with a relation.
—Does it have to be blood relation?
—Then no.
—Who, but?
—Her ma.
—Your mother-in-law?
—You're jesting.
—I'm not.
—You are.
—Yeah. I am. But it was touch and go. At her da's funeral, you know. Back at the house.
They were the only ones laughing in the bar. They left, and moved on to another one. David Bowie and another good-looking waitress. Donal told them about the job in the C.A.B. They told him he'd been right not to take it. They all told him that. They had more tapas in another place. Seán told Donal that his marriage was on the rocks. Gerry told Donal that his marriage was on the rocks. Donal told Gerry that his own had been rocky for a while, but that things were grand now, much better. Then he told Seán. And Ken. Then they were in a taxi, heading back to the town. Laughing. Three of them squashed into the back. Gerry in the front beside the driver.
It was three in the morning. There was still a bar open, the one just down from the bullring. Ken went in, came back out with four bottles. They sat. They heard the marching band. It might have been a different band. They still hadn't seen it.
—At this time? said Seán.
—The town that never sleeps.
Donal stood up. He left his bottle on the table. He'd had enough. He wanted the bed.
He walked.
There was some sort of action going on at the bullring. The exit gates were open. It was lit, inside. He could see people, lots of young lads, standing in the ring. There was a barrier between him and the ring, like the metal bars of a jail. The bars were wide enough apart for people to get through, but—he supposed—solid enough to stop a bull. He went in, sideways, between two of the bars. He walked into the ring. It was quiet—he couldn't hear the band—but the seats all around seemed full. A double gate at the other side was wide open, but he couldn't see anything beyond it. The young lads were just standing there.
He heard an engine. A truck, a big one, reversed slowly through the double gates. Lads got out of the way. A man in a black T-shirt jumped out of the cab and went to the back of the truck. There was another man there with him. They lowered the tailgate—Donal heard chains and a rumble—and they stood back. The crowd roared, and he saw the bull charge down the ramp, then stop. Dead still. Like the bull on a wine bottle. Black and huge, and still. The young lads didn't move any nearer, but no one ran. Donal moved a step closer. The truck was leaving, slowly. He watched till it was gone, and the double gates were shut behind it. The bull had moved. Not much—he didn't think—the angle was different, turned more toward Donal. Then the strange thing happened. A man with a burning torch—Donal hadn't seen him arrive—walked right up to the bull and set fire to it. The two horns were on fire. Red flames roared over its head.
There was a hand on Donal's shoulder.
—You might want to step back a bit.
It was Gerry.
—Yeah, said Donal.
—Behind the barrier.
He looked behind him. He'd gone farther than he'd thought—he hadn't thought at all. He was turning away when the bull moved.
—Fuckin' Jesus.
It ran, dashed, in a broken stop-start—fast. Every move covered distance. They wouldn't have had a hope. But it didn't come at them. It went across the ring, then away and out a different gate that Donal hadn't seen. The horns three times higher, because of the flames. It was gone just as Donal realized he was falling. His chest hit the ground, his chin. He felt grit in his hands. But he was fine, standing up again, grand. He felt his chin. The ring was empty.
—Where's he gone?
There was no blood in his mouth. He rubbed his hands clean.
They went out to the street. There was no sign of the bull. Or anything, really. It was over.
—That was great, said Donal. Fuckin' great.
What he'd just seen. What he'd just done.
—I didn't know they set fire to the poor fuckers as well, said Seán.
—Why do they?
—Fuck knows, said Gerry. It's mad.
They walked to the house. One more beer, out at the pool. Gerry stuck on the music. Donal held the bottle against his chin.
The way the bull had stood absolutely still.
He put the bottle on the table.
Then the movement. Across the ring. The speed. The flames.
He went over to the pool.
The feeling he'd had, before the bull moved. Not caring. But knowing he was safe—it hadn't felt stupid.
He puked into the pool. On his knees. Straight in.
Echo and the Bunnymen. The dogs howling.
There was no more. He lay down. He could hear the hoover under the water.
Gerry was beside him.
—Feeling better?
—No bother.
—How do you get vomit out of water?
—Don't worry about it. We'll throw in a bucket of chlorine. That should fix it. It'll eat it or something.
Gerry was sitting beside him.
—All right?
—Grand, said Donal. Thanks.
—No bother.
—A great day, said Donal. Wasn't it?
—Yeah, said Gerry. Brilliant.
He lay there for a while longer, his face on his arm. He felt good—clear. He'd get up in a minute. He might finish the bottle. He was fine.
—Fuckin' brilliant.
This was living, he thought. This was happiness. ♦


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Seattle's plastic bag ban became effective on July 1, 2012, prohibiting all Seattle retail stores from providing customers with plastic carryout bags—even bags advertised as biodegradable. But banning plastic bags has caught up with the city, harming businesses through theft.
Seattle businesses are facing the unintended consequences of nanny-state control.
Mike Duke, the operator of Lake City Grocery Outlet, claims since this plastic-bag ban took effect in July 2012, his grocery store has lost at least $5,000 in produce and between $3,000 and $4,000 in frozen food. The Dukes blame the ban for their monetary losses, citing the ease of concealing items in reusable shopping bags.
"We've never lost that much before," Duke told the Seattle Post Intelligencer.
Mike Duke is not alone; According to data collected by the Seattle Public Utilities, 21.1 percent of businesses report suffering an increase in shoplifting since the plastic-bag ban.
When the ban first passed, Heritage's Rob Bluey quoted GreenBiz's Marc Gunther on the negative effects using paper as opposed to plastic would have on the environment. This recent article about the rise in theft correlated with the ban proves another one of Gunther's points: The subject is complicated.
The ban has been in effect for less than a year and does not live up to its original goal, stated by Councilman Mike O'Brien after passing the law: "I think we've gotten to a place where it's really going to work for the environment, businesses and the community in general."
Unfortunately, O'Brien did not foresee the consequences of this "feel-good" legislation: more problems at the expense of the people.


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RICHMOND, Virginia (Reuters) - The battle between a Tea Party favorite and a former top Democratic official to become the next governor of Virginia has set a record - more out-of-state money has poured into this race than any gubernatorial campaign in the state's history.
In the contest between Republican Ken Cuccinelli and Democrat Terry McAuliffe, about 70 percent of the nearly $30 million raised for the campaigns has come from outside Virginia, according to the Virginia Public Access Project, a non-profit group that monitors spending in state politics.
The largesse underscores the thinking among political operatives, lobbyists and special interest groups: When it comes to elections this year, Virginia is the only game in town. The biggest U.S. political contest of 2013, to take place November 5, is widely seen as a testing ground for next year's congressional mid-term elections.
It is the first time in the state's history that a gubernatorial candidate has raised more than half his funds outside Virginia, the Virginia Public Access Project said, referring to both Cuccinelli and McAuliffe.
The list of donors includes special interest groups such as Planned Parenthood and the National Rifle Association, and hedge fund executives from as far afield as New York and California.
"I'd be surprised if there weren't massive out-of-state contributions," said Larry Sabato, director of the Center for Politics at the University of Virginia. "Virtually every Democratic contributor knows Terry McAuliffe, and Ken Cuccinelli is a national Tea Party hero, and a favorite of most groups on the right, from the NRA to social issue organizations."
Cuccinelli, Virginia's attorney general, led an unsuccessful legal challenge to President Barack Obama's healthcare law, while McAuliffe is a former chairman of the Democratic party.
The surge in out-of-state funding underscores the rising importance of Virginia in electoral politics.
Long considered reliably Republican, Virginia has been put squarely in the swing state category by changing demographics, particularly in the northern suburbs. President Barack Obama won the state in 2012, following up on his 2008 victory, the first time a Democrat had won the presidential vote there since 1964.
Hoping to capitalize on Obama's win, McAuliffe, 56, has run a campaign on national party touchstones including the environment, abortion rights and gun control.
The candidates have traded bitter personal attacks, with each describing the other as unfit to govern.
Cuccinelli, 45, has dredged up scandals dating back to the Clinton administration, when McAuliffe was chairman of the Democratic National Committee, to remind voters that he "invented the scheme to rent out the Lincoln Bedroom" in the White House to raise funds for the Democratic Party.
McAuliffe, in turn, has played up the fact that Cuccinelli had been sucked into a donor scandal involving gifts from Star Scientific Inc Chief Executive Jonnie Williams. An ethics probe cleared Cuccinelli of any wrongdoing, though he has made a public apology.
The campaign has grown uglier in recent weeks.
With Republicans shutting down large parts of the federal government in a bid to repeal Obama's healthcare reform law, the Virginia election is seen as a barometer of which party is winning the battle for public opinion.
So far, the 11-day-old shutdown has given McAuliffe a boost in a state that is home to a larger percentage of federal workers than the national average. A Politico poll released on Tuesday showed McAuliffe with a 9 percentage point lead.
In a campaign appearance this week, McAuliffe called on Cuccinelli to denounce the shutdown. Cuccinelli has said he wants to see the government up and running, and called for the president, members of his cabinet and all members of Congress to decline their pay during the shutdown.
As the attacks have grown sharper, political donations from national lobbying groups have followed. McAuliffe has been the biggest beneficiary: Some 74 percent of the $17.4 million in itemized donations above $100 - the threshold the Virginia Public Access Project uses to track donations - came from outside Virginia.
Sixty-six percent of the $11.6 million in large donations to the Cuccinelli campaign has come from out of state.
Planned Parenthood vowed to spend $1 million on advertising to educate Virginia voters about what the group described as Cuccinelli's "dangerous" views on women's health.
The National Rifle Association, a frequent player in Virginia politics, has contributed nearly $500,000 to finance TV and Internet advertising opposing McAuliffe, who wants universal background checks for gun sales.
Hedge-fund operators have also emerged as big contributors.
Robert Mercer, of East Setauket, New York, has given $600,000 to the Virginia Principle Fund, a pro-Cuccinelli political action committee. Tom Steyer, a hedge-fund billionaire and environmentalist in San Francisco has formed the NextGen Climate Action Committee, which donated $439,000 to McAuliffe and $125,000 to the pro-McAuliffe National Wildlife Federation.
"Tom sees a significant difference between Terry McAuliffe, who is committed to creating clean economy jobs as part of an overall economic plan and Ken Cuccinelli, who sneers at the very idea of basic climate science," said Mike Casey, a consultant for Steyer's NextGen.
Cuccinelli in 2010 launched an inquiry into whether a University of Virginia climate scientist manipulated data to support his research correlating an increase in global temperatures and growing fossil fuel consumption. The Virginia Supreme Court later ruled that Cuccinelli had no authority to issue such a demand.
The donations have fueled negative campaign advertising, sparking fears among some observers that it could turn off voters and depress turnout on election day.
Editing by Scott Malone, Ross Colvin and Gunna Dickson


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- About Bent Creek
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Bent Creek Winery
Grilled Turkey Breast with Spanish Rub and Orange Sauce
For brining the turkey
2 quarts water
1/2 cup kosher salt
1/2 cup sugar
1 turkey breast with bone, 4 to 5 pounds
Place all ingredients in large bowl and stir until dissolved.
Add turkey breast, cover and brine for at least 45 min in the refrigerator.
For the Spanish Spice Rub
6 tablespoons Spanish paprika
2 tablespoons ground cumin
1 tablespoon ground mustard
4 teaspoons ground fennel seeds
4 teaspoons ground black pepper
2 teaspoons kosher salt
1. Heat grill to medium-high. Remove turkey from the brining solution, rinse well under cold water and pat dry with paper towels. Rub the skin side of the turkey with the rub.
2.Oil the grates of the grill. Place the turkey on the grill, rub side down and grill until slightly charred and a crust has formed, about 4 to 5 minutes.
3.Reduce the heat of the grill to medium, turn the turkey over and continue cooking, with the lid closed for 50 to 70 minutes or until an instant-read thermometer inserted into the center of the breast registers 155 degrees F (the temperature will continue to rise off the heat).
4. Remove from the heat, loosely tent with foil and let rest 10 minutes before slicing. Slice into 1/2-inch thick slices.
5.While the turkey is grilling, prepare the Sour Orange Sauce.
For the Sour Orange Sauce
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 medium Spanish onion, chopped
4 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
2 cups fresh orange juice
2 teaspoons grated orange zest
1/4 cup fresh lime juice
2 tablespoons honey
4 cups chicken stock
Salt and freshly ground black pepper
2 tablespoons cold unsalted butter, cut into pieces
2 teaspoons chopped fresh thyme
2 tablespoons chopped fresh flat-leaf parsley
- Heat the oil in a medium saucepan over medium-high heat.
- Add the onions and cook until soft.
- Add the garlic and cook for 1 minute.
- Add the orange juice, zest, and lime juice and cook until the mixture is reduced to about 1/2 cup.
- Stir in the honey. Add the chicken stock and cook until it's reduced to a sauce consistency, about 2 cups.
- Strain the sauce into a bowl, whisk in the butter, and season with salt and pepper.
- Stir in the thyme and parsley and serve hot.
Garnish: Grilled Oranges (optional)
4 oranges, halved
Flat leaf parsley
While turkey is resting, brush the cut side of oranges with oil and place cut side down on the grill and grill until slightly charred.
Serving :
Ladle sour orange sauce onto a platter and top with the sliced turkey.
Garnish with grilled oranges and parsley leaves.


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Cherry tree with floating petals. My backyard, this afternoon.
As promised, here's the list of my spring travels. If there's an event near you, I hope you'll come and say hello!
NYCTAF: New York City Teen Author Festival
Full schedule here. My events as follows:
Thursday, March 29: NYC Big Read — Manhattan
High School of Art and Design, in association with the NYPL's Grand Central branch
1075 2nd Ave (56th and 57th), 10:00 a.m.
Jen Calonita, Anna Carey, Matthew Cody, Melissa de la Cruz, Stephanie Perkins, Erin Saldin
Friday, March 30:
(1) Symposium
42nd St. NYPL, 2:10-3:00 p.m.
Being Friends With Boys
Panelists: Elizabeth Eulberg, Jenny Han, Terra Elan McVoy, Stephanie Perkins
Moderator: Sarah Mlynowski
(2) Barnes & Noble Reader's Theater/Signing
Union Square B&N, 33 E 17th St., 7:00-8:30 p.m.
Andrea Cremer, Emily Danforth, Lucas Klauss, Stephanie Perkins, Siobhan Vivian, and John Corey Whaley will read/perform scenes from their novels in teams.
Moderator: David Levithan
Sunday, April 1: No-Foolin' Mega-Signing
Books of Wonder (1:00-4:00 p.m.)
I'm currently scheduled in the 2:30-3:15 slot, but I'm hoping to move to the 1:00-1:45 slot. I'll keep you posted!
RT Booklovers Convention: Chicago, IL
You must be registered with this conference to attend.
Thursday, April 12
Voices Inside Me: Shifting Between Narrators
1:30-2:30 p.m.
Panelists: Kelly Armstrong, Melissa de la Cruz, Nancy Holder, Melissa Marr, Stephanie Perkins
Moderator: Sarah Rees Brennan
Friday, April 13
Heartthrobs & Heartbreaks: Writing Romance for Teens
1:30-2:30 p.m.
Panelists: Melissa de la Cruz, Kami Garcia, Alyxandra Harvey, Michelle Jaffe, Stephanie Perkins, Aprilynne Pike
Moderator: Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Saturday, April 14: Teen Day
(1) Author Speed-Reading
3:34-4:45 p.m.
Short excerpts read by: Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Jennifer Estep, Cynthia Hand, Alyxandra Harvey, Jill Hathaway, Stacey Kade, Saundra Mitchell, Jana Oliver, Stephanie Perkins, Amy Plum, Veronica Roth
(2) Tending the Inferno: Series, Stand-Alones, and Genres in YA Novels
5:00-6:00 p.m.
Panelists: Franny Billingsley, Rachel Caine, Ally Carter, Stephanie Perkins, Carrie Ryan
Moderator: Melissa Marr
(3) Teen Party
6:15-7:30 p.m.
Mix and mingle with YA authors who signed at the Book Fair. All the authors that are taking part in Teen Day will be at this evening party.
YA or BUST! tour with Penguin/Dutton authors Gayle Forman, Nina LaCour, & Stephanie Perkins
Further event information here.
Tuesday, April 17: Oakland, CA
A Great Good Place for Books, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Wednesday, April 18: Menlo Park, CA
Kepler's Books and Magazines, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Thursday, April 19: Petaluma, CA
Copperfield's Books, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Friday, April 20: Santa Barbara, CA
Chaucer's Bookstore, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Saturday, April 21: Los Angeles, CA
Los Angeles Times Festival of Books
Signing at the Penguin booth, 4:30-7:30 (time is tentative)
Monday, April 23: Los Angeles, CA
Children's Book World, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Tuesday, April 24: Huntington Beach, CA
Barnes & Noble at Bella Terra, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Wednesday, April 25: San Diego, CA
Mysterious Galaxy, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Thursday, April 26: Seattle, WA
University Bookstore, 7:00-10:00 p.m.
Hometown YA Q&A
Tuesday, May 1st: Asheville, NC
Q&A with YA authors Megan Miranda, Stephanie Perkins, Beth Revis, and Kiersten White. (Yay for Kiersten! It's her first time in North Carolina!)
Malaprop's Bookstore and Cafe, 7:00 p.m.
Maricopa and Phoenix Public Library Teen Author Bash
Saturday, May 26: Phoenix, AZ
Burton Barr Library — more info to come
Authors: Ellen Hopkins, A.S. King, Barry Lyga, Lisa McMann, Matt de la Peña, Stephanie Perkins
PHEW! That's plenty for this spring, yes? ;-)


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2013-14: Placed fourth at the America East Championships with a lifetime-best time in the 200 free (1:52.34)… Also set season-best times in the 100 free (53.37), placing 17th, and in the 500 free (5:05.56), finishing eighth, at the conference championships in Worcester, Mass. … Helped the 200 free relay, 400 free relay and 800 free relay capture bronze medals at the America East Championships… Won the 200 free against George Washington, Navy, and Rider… Named to the America East Commissioner's Honor Roll.
2012-13: Helped lead the 200-yd. free relay to a gold medal at the America East Championships at Maine… Finished eighth in the 200 free (1:53.60) and 12th in the 100 free (52.97) and 500 free (5:04.91) at the conference meet… Set a season-best time in each of the three events at the America East meet… Won her first career dual meet event by claiming the 50 free against Howard on Nov. 10… Named to the America East Commissioner's Honor Roll.
Background: Finished second in the finals of the 50 free in Montreal to qualify for the Olympic Trials... Also played basketball in high school... Named to the Honor Roll each year.
Personal: Daughter of Tom and Cyndi Langford... Dad played football in college... Has two brothers, Trevor and Will... Plans to major in biology... Born June 14, 1993.


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Dir/scr: Marjane Satrapi. France. 2012. 74mins
Marjane Satrapi has taken a break from animation, put aside her artwork and graphic novels and happily gone off out to have some fun in the south of Spain. Playing silly for an hour or so, she runs around hiding behind huge sun glasses and systematically arranges to clear the landscape of all males whose name start with a J (Jota in Spanish). If this sounds irrelevant and improvised no need to be surprised, that must have been the intention all along.
The Gang Of The Jotas (La Bande des Jotas) moves forward fast enough to avoid disturbing musings about the plot or the characters.
Satrapi wrote, directed and acts in this paper-thin lark that never pretends to have anything to say or make any sense. Eventually, given its high spirits, this might carve its own summer niche on the far margins of commercial cinema.
Starting with the old ploy of the misplaced suitcase, a mysterious, high strung and loquacious woman (Satrapi) realises she has picked up the wrong piece of luggage at the airport. She calls the owners whose name she finds on the suitcase tag and they most courteously come over to her hotel to make the exchange. Little do they suspect that for the rest of the film they will be stuck in the company of this person they have never met before and even worse, they will have to eliminate, one after the other, all the men she claims are threatening to kill her.
In no time at all The Woman, as Satrapi's character is to be known all through the film, announces she is a Mafia moll on the run, and her two unwilling partners, Didier and Nils (Satrapi's TAJ Productions partners Patrice Roche and Mattias Ripa) who happen to be innocent badminton players, gallantly agree to assist her. All three of them jump into their rented car to attend a party at the other end of the Iberian Peninsula, while doing away with all the suspicious characters they encounter on their way.
Soon enough the two amateur sportsmen act like regular hit men in parodies alternating between gangster films and westerns, while The Woman is feeding them fancy stories like the one about the failed film director who turned into the film critic of a far left newspaper, a position which allowed him to reveal the charms of the Iranian cinema to the unsuspecting Western audience. The recurrent joke, constantly repeated through this mini-saga, refers to the actual identity of The Woman, which she insists on keeping jealously secret. For anyone who happens to ignore it, Satrapi is an exiled Iranian living in Paris.
Shot in bright summer colours, with the added charm of the Spanish landscape and with a happy-go-lucky soundtrack, The Gang Of The Jotas (La Bande des Jotas) moves forward fast enough to avoid disturbing musings about the plot or the characters. Satrapi & Co ham up the leading parts, just in case someone will take it seriously and since the three of them are responsible for pretty much everything going on in this picture (Roche is also the editor and Ripa the line producer) there is no one that could possibly discipline them.
Production company: TAJ Productions
International sales: Urban Distribution, email@example.com
Line Producer: Mattias Ripa
Cinematography: Cristian Pirjol
Editor: Stephane Roche
Music: Denis Vautrin
Cast: Marjane Satrapi, Stephane Roche, Mattias Ripa, Ali Mafakheri, Cristian Pirjol, Maria de Medeiros


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New Year toe, ring
Christina Aguilera has apparently been waving around a new ring. You know, I don't get ring porn. Or bauble porn of any kind. I guess I'm dumb because of the value discrepancy but a good bag excites me so much more than a diamond. And, frankly, I find some people with their huuuuuuge diamonds a little tacky. Can you honestly tell me that sh-t is practical?
Anyway, whatever. KFed Aguilera (birth name Matthew Rutler) supposedly bought her something for her finger. People.com cites a source that says that it was a surprise birthday gift but is not meant to be an engagement gift. Who cares what kind of gift it is.
The real question is: how did he pay for it?
Because, you know, he was a PA on the set of Burlesque when they met. She also happened to be married then. And now he has no job, doesn't bother performing with his band, and spends his days holding her hand and opening her doors, internationally and domestically. So… kinda like Jessica Simpson's fiancé. But shorter.
These girls and their losers. It's the great equaliser, right? Love is democratic. Rich or poor, girls will always find losers. WHY do we do this?
Here are Christina and her KFed on New Year's Eve picking up some lunch to feed her toe. I know you can see The Toe. That Toe looks like it can eat.
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Punk's name was added in error, partially because he was originally slated for those dates before he injured his knees in his match against The Undertaker at WrestleMania 29.
As of this writing, there is no timetable set for Punk's return to WWE television and many believe that Punk might not return until late summer, at the earliest.
As far as WWE and CM Punk goes, there is believed to be very little communication between both parties since the angle where he walked out. There has been no discussion about his return storyline either.
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| In the Shadow of Zekrom!
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Japanese themes
In the Shadow of Zekrom! (Japanese: イッシュ地方へ!ゼクロムの影!! To the Isshu Region! Zekrom's Shadow!!) is the first episode of the Best Wishes series, and the 658th episode of the Pokémon anime. It first aired in Japan, as part of a one-hour special along with BW002, on September 23, 2010, and in the United States on February 12, 2011, alongside Enter Iris and Axew! as a one-hour special.
Ash excitedly arrives in the Unova region along with Pikachu, his mom, and Professor Oak. Meanwhile, Team Rocket's boss, Giovanni, has given them an important assignment in the Unova region. As Jessie, James, and Meowth prepare for their new assignment, Professor Oak introduces Ash to Professor Juniper, one of the top researchers in Unova.
Suddenly, a dark storm cloud appears, and Pikachu is hit with a massive amount of electricity! Professor Juniper does a quick examination of Pikachu, but she doesn't seem to find anything wrong. Later on, however, when Ash battles a budding new Trainer named Trip and his first Pokémon Snivy, Pikachu can't use any Electric-type moves!
Back at Professor Juniper's lab, we learn that Pikachu is still suffering the effects of the lightning strike during the thunderstorm. Just as Professor Juniper reaches her conclusion, the same dark cloud appears as suddenly as before! The professor then recounts the story of the Legendary Pokémon Zekrom, and everyone wonders if it could be responsible for the mysterious disappearance of Pikachu's Electric-type powers. Will Pikachu ever be able to use those powers again?
|Spoiler warning: this article may contain major plot or ending details.
The episode begins as Zekrom and Reshiram make their appearance. Their black and white colors swirl and fade into the shape of the Earth, and the narrator begins to explain about the world of Pokémon.
The narrator recaps that Ash is a ten-year old Pokémon Trainer who aims to become a Pokémon Master. He lives in Pallet Town, which resides in the Kanto region, alongside Pikachu, his partner. He runs into his bedroom, grabs his backpack, and hurriedly runs out. As he returns to retrieve his hat, he expresses his excitement to Pikachu about their upcoming vacation. Ash's mother then walks into the room, informing him that Professor Oak has arrived to pick them up, whilst proceeding to adjust his hat with a smile.
Professor Oak is waiting outside in a beige open-roofed vehicle, sporting a colorful collared shirt with Pinap Berry printings. Ash jokingly questions Professor Oak on his style of clothing, but he simply expresses his wish to "have a feel of being on vacation". Ash's mom then inquires about Professor Oak having to work in Unova, but he tells her that he has quite a bit of free time when he is not attending seminars. Ash and his mom then join him in the car.
Meanwhile, within one of Team Rocket's bases, Giovanni questions Jessie, James, and Meowth about Team Rocket's goals: to obtain strong and rare Pokémon, and to form a formidable army of Pokémon to take over the world. He then tells the trio that the Unova region will be strong foothold for their world domination plans, and has given them the important mission of infiltrating the region. He also adds that for now, the trio will be entering the region alone. The trio accepts the mission.
After the reception is cut, Giovanni leans back in his chair and tends to his Persian. His secretary appears by his side and informs him about the operations of a mysterious organization in Unova, but Giovanni does not flinch. He is, after all, confident that Jessie, James and Meowth will force this organization in question to reveal their identities and operations, allowing them to strike at the opportune moment. He just leans back and takes a drink, smiling.
Ash, together with his mother and Professor Oak are now on board a plane heading to Unova. Unbeknownst to them, Jessie, James and Meowth are on board the same plane as well as they were told by Giovanni earlier to go there for their mission. Dressed in dark coats and speaking in hushed voices, they spot Ash and his Pikachu and decide, on the spot, to capture Pikachu as their first objective once they land as they got distracted.
Meanwhile, Ash is reading a brochure on the Unova region. Professor Oak tells him that the Pokémon native to Unova cannot be found in any of the other regions, namely Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh, and Ash becomes extremely excited.
Emerging from the clouds, the plane finally arrives at the Unova region. It makes a gradual turn, slowly descends into the sea and docks near a pier. Ash expresses relief after landing and together with his mother and Professor Oak, they make their way out of the pier. Pikachu suddenly detects something, stops, and turns to face the sea. After a while, he runs forward and scans his surroundings, his attention now focused on the dark spiraling cloud looming overhead. Ash, witnessing Pikachu's odd behavior, turns back to question him. However, an Alomomola near the edge of the pier jumps out and draws his attention, and Ash, together with Pikachu, rushes towards the edge. The Team Rocket trio then appears behind them, grinning with evil intentions.
Ash reaches the end of the pier and searches for the Alomomola, but it seemed to have disappeared. He then notices the same ominous black cloud that Pikachu had previously spotted, surging with erratic bolts of electricity and moving even closer towards the pier.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a metallic frame reaches out behind Pikachu, expands, and cages him within its sturdy confines. Pikachu is now trapped! As fast as he could, Ash grabs the cage and tries to pry it open. He then caught sight of Pikachu's captors: three figures dressed in black coats topped with dark hats and sunglasses. Upon asking who the three of them were because of their disguises, they replied with two lines that would signal the start of their motto, and revealed themselves: Team Rocket!
Ash tells Pikachu to use Thunderbolt, but it fails to shock the trio as they open a shield to deflect the electric attack. At the same time, the swirling black cloud draws even closer, threatening to engulf the sky in darkness. As increasing amount of blue lightning bolts shot downwards, people nearby begin to notice. A central glowing core shone through the clouds, its blue light gleaming in magnificent contrast to the stark blackness around it. Suddenly, a large bolt of lightning descends, shattering Team Rocket's Pikachu-capturing contraption and sending them flying. Ash and Pikachu were sent spiraling towards to the ground.
Meanwhile, electronic equipment and visual displays around the area start to malfunction.
Ash lies sprawled on the ground, his eyes trying to recover from the shock that had just happened. Amidst the shining flecks of blue and white light surrounding him, he gets up and spots Pikachu being zapped by a bolt of blue lightning. Curious, he looks up at the blue core, and notices it shining even brighter than before, radiating both light and electricity. While Team Rocket backs off slowly, Pikachu aims a bolt of lightning at the central blue core. However, the electricity appeared to have been absorbed by the clouds and dissipated away entirely, seemingly doing nothing of significant importance.
The silhouette of a large, mysterious figure is seen within the clouds, its eyes glowing red with apparent fury. Seemingly enraged by Pikachu's attack, it summons forth more lightning, causing the core to glow an exceedingly intense blue.
Amidst the broad daylight, a girl and her Axew pop out from a tree and notice the dark swirling clouds at a distance. Curious, she leaps from the tree and grabs a vine, swinging her way towards the disturbance. At the same time, Ash's mom became concerned about her son, and heads off with Professor Oak to see if he is all right.
The dark clouds are now intense with lightning as raw streaks of electricity pour out from the sides into the surrounding area. With Ash and Pikachu trapped in the middle of the violent storm, the mysterious figure henceforth musters it strength and summons a gigantic bolt of blue lightning with its tail, shocking the Pokémon Trainer and his companion before disappearing. Immediately, the dark clouds cleared to make way for the bright blue sky above, and electronic equipment in the area mysteriously regain power.
Ash wakes up to find Pikachu exhausted from the ordeal. Joined by his mother and Professor Oak, he assures them that he is all right, but suddenly notices Pikachu's cheeks randomly and spontaneously emitting sparks. Pikachu, however, assures Ash that he's fine and climbs onto his shoulder. Ash's mom then starts talking about the thunderstorm. Even though Ash told them that he saw a Pokémon's shadow from within the clouds, they were not able to confirm nor argue otherwise; from their point of view, they only saw a large black thundercloud.
Professor Juniper soon arrives, apologizing for being late. Professor Oak introduces her as a young, but very important Pokémon Researcher in Unova. Professor Juniper then drives the group back to her laboratory in a red SUV. On the way, Ash expresses his sheer excitement as he spots a herd of Deerling, a flock of Pidove and a scurry of Patrat within the area. All of a sudden, Pikachu's cheeks start emitting sparks, and Professor Juniper suggests giving Pikachu a check-up at her lab. Ash agrees. At that moment, Professor Juniper became curious about Pokémon in the Kanto region, and requests Professor Oak to tell her more later. Ash interrupts her conversation and asks if Pikachu are rare in Unova, and she replies by saying that they have never been encountered in the wild. The SUV makes a gradual turn to the right near a lake, and Ash watches a flock of Swanna fly across the water.
Eventually, the group arrives at Nuvema Town. Driving past a group of children playing in the streets with their Minccino, Professor Juniper heads straight for her lab. Over there, Pikachu's condition is being monitored on a screen and a few tests have already been performed. After being told that the numerical data do not show any discrepancies, Ash and Pikachu express their delight. However, as more tests will have to be conducted to gather more data, Pikachu became slightly disappointed at the thought of having to go through more of them. In a short moment, a lab assistant enters the room, announcing the arrival of a new Trainer that was scheduled to meet Professor Juniper on this day. Professor Oak then explains that Professor Juniper has the duty of giving new Trainers in Unova their starter Pokémon, just as he does for the new Trainers in Kanto. This makes Ash excited.
In the waiting area, a young boy is taking pictures with his camera. Addressing him as Trip as she approaches, Professor Juniper breaks into a conversation with him about the Pokémon World. Ash interrupts the conversation, talking about how excited he was the night before he became a Pokémon Trainer. Professor Juniper then introduces him to Trip. Upon learning that Ash came from Pallet Town, he smirks and passes it off as some mediocre town from the countryside, which Ash took to offense.
As Professor Juniper tries to calm the two Trainers and prevent them from fighting, she sends out the three starter Pokémon, first starting with the Fire-type Tepig. Ash told it that it was 'cool,' but the Fire Pig Pokémon ignored him and ran to the side of the waiting area, blowing a small puff of fire from its snout. Next, the Water-type Oshawott was sent out, and Ash calls it, to the Sea Otter Pokémon's amusement, 'cute', causing the Sea Otter Pokémon to blush. Lastly, the Grass-type Snivy was sent out. The three Pokémon then assembled in front of Trip, allowing him to decide which one he wanted to take along with him. After a moment of deliberation, Trip takes out his camera, snaps a quick picture of the three, and then announces that he would choose Snivy. The Grass Snake Pokémon smirks, leaving Tepig slightly annoyed and Oshawott extremely shocked.
As is standard for beginning trainers, Trip is also given a Pokédex which he uses to check the data of his new partner. He is also given five Poké Balls, along with Snivy's Poké Ball. After recalling Snivy into his Poké Ball, he thanks Professor Juniper and takes his leave.
While Trip walks away from the lab, Ash catches up to him and questions him about Gym matches in Unova. Similar to Kanto, a Pokémon Trainer in Unova has to collect eight Gym Badges before he or she can compete in the Unova League. At that moment, Pikachu runs out from the lab (after the tests are complete) and rejoins Ash. Completely shocked by Pikachu's appearance, Trip checks his Pokédex and starts snapping pictures. Trip then realizes that Pikachu is Ash's partner and decides to test the Electric Mouse's strength by challenging Ash to a Pokémon battle.
In a clearing near the lab, Trip sends out Snivy, and Ash calls on Pikachu. Trip then starts taking pictures, so as to document his journey and his first ever Pokémon battle. Meanwhile, Oshawott curiously peeks at the two Trainers from behind a nearby tree.
Pikachu begins the battle with a Quick Attack, which hits Snivy squarely on its body. Snivy quickly recovers on its feet, its eyes brimming with determination. Quickly, Trip commands it to use Tackle, but Pikachu dodges it skilfully. With another leap, he then dodges another Tackle attack from the opposite direction.
Ash then tells Pikachu to use Thunderbolt. Pikachu charges up, but then finds he is unable to perform the attack before bring hit by Snivy's Tackle and getting sent rolling across the ground. For a second time, Pikachu was told to use Thunderbolt, but the move fails once again. Trip then taunts Ash. Taking the bait, he asks Pikachu to use Volt Tackle and Pikachu runs towards Snivy attempting to charge himself up as usual, but once again nothing happens; he loses momentum and stops in the middle of the field, panting. Ash panics for a moment, allowing Trip to taunt him even further. He then realizes that Pikachu is unable to use Electric-based attacks, and instead commands him to use Iron Tail. Thankfully, Pikachu is still able to use Iron Tail as normal, and the Mouse Pokémon's tail hardens into a gleaming slate of metal and slams it earthward, but Snivy nevertheless dodges it once again.
With a bout of confidence, Trip tells Snivy to use Leaf Tornado, and a cyclone of grass and leaves comes forth from Snivy's tail, pulling and trapping Pikachu in the center of the vortex. Ash and Oshawott both gasp simultaneously. Pivoting its body, Snivy slams its tail to the ground, whipping up a smokescreen of dust that spread across the field, preventing the outcome of the attack from being seen. Oshawott watches attentively.
As the dust settles, a long, wide hole is seen on the ground, and Pikachu lies sprawled at the end and on his belly, unconscious. Ash quickly runs to Pikachu's side and picks him up, while Trip compliments his Snivy and recalls it into its Poké Ball. He then proceeds to taunt Ash again, but the defeated Trainer merely runs off towards Professor Juniper's lab, the injured Pikachu held tightly in his arms.
Professor Juniper, after another analysis, tells Ash that Pikachu is 'overloaded' after receiving a massive amount of electrical energy during their ordeal under the mysterious black cloud. As a result, Pikachu was unable to use Electric attacks. Ash then expresses his concern over Pikachu being unable to use Electric attacks ever again.
At that moment, the lab's electronics started receiving a lot of interference, and the black cloud that was spotted previously at the pier was now moving over Professor Juniper's lab. The equipment Pikachu is hooked up to begins discharging, shocking the Electric Mouse Pokémon.
Meanwhile, the girl and her Axew which had appeared before now stands quietly within the leafy branches of a tree, observing the black cloud forming above Nuvema Town.
A bolt of lightning suddenly strikes the lightning rod at the top of the lab, and the building blacks out. Excessive current from the lightning bolt channels to Pikachu through the electronic device, causing the streaks of electricity to discharge from his body. Professor Juniper asks the assistant in the room to restore the power, and he runs out of the room, forcing the automatic door open in his wake (Oshawott peeps through the door). Meanwhile, gazing at the black cloud through the window, Professor Juniper talks about the legendary Pokémon Zekrom, a guardian that is said to protect both people and Pokémon in the area. The huge cloud represents its watchful eye as a divine being, and the lightning bolts, which also act as supports for the sky, represent the hammer of judgment.
Within the cloud, the wings of the mysterious figure began glowing a bright blue, and numerous large bolts of electricity began to snake out into the lab through Pikachu, causing the Electric Pokémon much pain and suffering. Meanwhile, the large storm cloud had already washed the city in darkness, and Zekrom's eyes, gleaming through the surrounding darkness in bright red, stood out against its curled-up silhouette like a jewel in the night sky.
|Spoilers end here.
Major events
- Ash and Pikachu travel with Delia and Professor Oak to the Unova region, where Professor Oak is attending a conference.
- Ash learns that all of the Pokémon that live in the Unova region cannot be found in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, or Sinnoh.
- Team Rocket also arrive in the Unova region, having being assigned there by Giovanni.
- Iris is introduced.
- Ash meets Professor Juniper.
- Pikachu becomes temporarily unable to use Electric-type attacks after being hit by lightning caused by Zekrom.
- Ash meets a photographer and beginning Trainer by the name of Trip.
- Trip obtains a Snivy from Professor Juniper, then battles Ash's Pikachu and wins.
- The Oshawott from Professor Juniper's lab starts to follow Ash.
- For a list of all major events in the anime, please see the timeline of events.
Pokémon debuts
- Starter Pokémon of Unova:
- Reshiram
- Zekrom (anime)
- Alomomola
- Axew (Iris's)
- Deerling
- Pidove
- Patrat
- Swanna
- Minccino
- Ash
- Iris
- Jessie
- James
- Professor Oak
- Delia Ketchum
- Giovanni
- Professor Juniper
- Trip
- Matori
- Professor Juniper's assistants
- Airport employees
- Citizens
- Pikachu (Ash's)
- Meowth (Team Rocket)
- Axew (Iris's; debut)
- Snivy (Trip's; new; debut)
- Persian (Giovanni's)
- Minccino (child's; debut)
- Tepig (starter Pokémon; debut)
- Oshawott (starter Pokémon; debut)
- Zekrom (anime; debut)
- Reshiram (introduction only; debut)
- Alomomola (debut)
- Deerling (Spring form; multiple; debut)
- Pidove (multiple; debut)
- Patrat (multiple; debut)
- Swanna (multiple; debut)
- Professor Oak's Pokémon Live Caster: Unova starter Pokémon.
- Best Wishes! replaced The Greatest - Everyday! (BAND VERSION) as the Japanese opening theme.
- The Japanese TV airing of this episode and the following one did not include an ending theme. On DVD releases, Fanfare of the Heart replaced In Your Heart, LaLaLa as the Japanese ending theme.
- This episode marks the first time that the first episode of a series has focused solely on Ash since Pokémon - I Choose You!.
- According to the narration at the beginning of the episode, Ash is still 10 years old, despite the fact the anime has been airing for over thirteen years at this point.
- In The Battle of the Badge, the line about not being in Viridian City for one year was a dub added line. In the original, it was only stated that it had been a "long time" since the group had been in Viridian.
- In Pikachu and Pichu, Ash didn't say a year has passed when he said "This is the day we first met. The day we first became friends." However, it implies it has been a year, and the canonity of that short, as well as all the Pikachu shorts, is brought into question.
- In When Pokémon Worlds Collide!, the moment where Meowth said they had been chasing Pikachu for as long as Dawn had been alive (ten years) was probably an exaggeration, or maybe due to breaking the fourth wall.
- For the first time since the series began, Ash receives a physical redesign, with the most significant change being his irises being made larger to match Ken Sugimori's recent character art. Jessie, James, and Delia's eyes are also similarly modified, while Professor Oak's eyebrows were made larger and his hairstyle became more boxy.
- Also, for the first time since the series began, Jessie, James and Giovanni are given costume changes, and the Team Rocket logo is also modified, now showing as a stylized "R". However, the logo on the uniforms of Jessie and James remain the same.
- The first scene of this episode of Ash getting ready in his bedroom is a callback to the first scene of Pokémon - I Choose You! in which he was seen doing the same thing.
- Several of the items in Ash's bedroom at the beginning of the episode are those he received during his travels through Sinnoh. These are:
- The Soothe Bells he received after winning the Hearthome City Tag Battle Competition in Smells Like Team Spirit!.
- The Focus Band he was given at the end of Bibarel Gnaws Best!.
- The wooden model of a Teddiursa he was given as a gift from May in A Full Course Tag Battle!.
- The diploma he received for attending the Pokémon Summer Academy in One Team, Two Team, Red Team, Blue Team!.
- The certificate he received for winning the Squallville PokéRinger competition in Pursuing a Lofty Goal!.
- The trophy he was awarded by Palmer for winning the Festival Battle Challenge in Challenging a Towering Figure!.
- This is the second time Ash has arrived in a new region and Pikachu has had problems with its electricity, the first being Hoenn.
- Two new eyecatches were shown.
- The flight number of the plane Ash took from Kanto to Unova was "Flight 151", most likely to reflect the original 151 Pokémon.
- The English dub of this episode aired as a one-hour special along with Enter Iris and Axew!, making it the first time more than one new episode premiered during the same day since Tag! We're It...!, Glory Blaze! and Smells Like Team Spirit! aired together back on February 1, 2008.
- This is the first episode to feature Who's That Pokémon? since 4Kids removed it almost seven years before.
- This is also the first episode dubbed by The Pokémon Company International to use an eyecatch.
- This is the first episode to use music from Arceus and the Jewel of Life, after Trip defeats Ash.
- The dub of this episode confirmed the localized name of Nuvema Town, much like Sandgem Town's English name was confirmed with the airing of Home is Where the Start Is!.
- This and the next episode was aired in Italy on DisneyXD one day after the American airing.
- This marks the first time an episode is aired in Italy one day after the American airing.
- In early previews of this episode shown at the end of Memories are Made of Bliss!, some changes were seen in relation to the episode aired. The scene from first battle between Ash and Trip initially went to a location within the city and not in a forest around the lab (the result of the battle although shows that it is the same).
- Team Rocket doesn't recite the motto making it the first time not to do so in the Unova region.
- This is the only episode after A Farfetch'd Tale where Jessie does not have a Psychic-type on hand.
- In the title opening introduced in this episode, there are six Poké Balls that are in the same order as they would be when healing in a Pokémon Center in Pokémon Black and White.
- The shirt that Professor Oak is seen wearing at the beginning of the episode (with the pineapple pattern) is extremely similar to the one he wore in Beauty and the Beach, the only difference being that the shirt was yellow in that episode while it is green in this one.
- In one scene, Pikachu's left ear is missing the black stripe on the tip.
- In the Hindi dub when Professor Oak says "Sinnoh" he pronounces it wrong by saying soineh.
Dub edits
- In the control tower scene, the controller clears the plane to land in the dub, while in the original he merely announces that the flight will be arriving soon.
In other languages
|В Сянката на Зекром!
|Mandarin Chinese
|U sjeni Zekroma!
|Ve stínu Zekromu!
|I Zekrom's Skygge!
|In de schaduw van Zekrom!
|Zekromin varjossa!
|Im Schatten von Zekrom!
|Στη Σκιά του Zekrom!
|Zekrom के साये में! Zekrom ke Saye me!
|Ke Daerah Unova! Bayangan Zekrom!!
|All' ombra di Zekrom!
|하나지방과 제크로무의 어두운 그림자!
|I Zekroms skygge!
|W cieniu Zekroma!
|Na Sombra de Zekrom!
|Na Sombra do Zekrom!
|В тени Зекрома!
|U senci Zekroma!
|Latin America
|¡A La Sombra de Zekrom!
|Bajo la sombra de Zekrom
|I Zekroms skugga!
|มุ่งสู่ภูมิภาคอิชู! เงื้อมเงาแห่งเซคุโรมุ!!
|Zekrom'un Gölgesinde!
|Đến Vùng Isshu! Cái Bóng Của Zekrom!!
External links
- Vietnamese dub on Youtube.
|This episode article is part of Project Anime, a Bulbapedia project that covers all aspects of the Pokémon anime.
- Best Wishes series episodes
- Episodes written by Atsuhiro Tomioka
- Episodes storyboarded by Norihiko Sudō
- Episodes storyboarded by Kunihiko Yuyama
- Episodes directed by Masaru Koyama
- Episodes directed by Tetsuo Yajima
- Episodes animated by Izumi Shimura
- Episodes animated by Mizuho Tajima
- Episodes by multiple storyboarders
- Episodes by multiple assistant directors
- Episodes by multiple animation directors
- Episodes in which a main character is introduced
- Episodes focusing on Ash
- Episodes focusing on Pikachu
- Episodes focusing on Trip
- Episodes in which a Legendary Pokémon appears
- Milestone episodes


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As more people rely on review sites to make decisions about where to eat and who to hire, businesses have grown more aggressive in their response to harsh comments. Quentin Fottrell discusses on digits. Photo: AP.
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