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from Collier's Unabridged Edition: The Works of Charles Dickens, Volume VI. P.F. Collier, Publisher, New York, old as heck. p. 1056 - 1059
By Charles Dickens OUT OF THE SEASON. IT fell to my lot, this last bleak Spring, to find myself in a watering-place out of the Season. A vicious north- east squall blew me into it from foreign parts, and I tarried in it alone for three days, resolved to be exceed- ingly busy. On the first day, I began business by looking for two hours at the sea, and staring the Foreign Militia out of countenance. Having disposed of these important en- gagements, I sat down at one of the two windows of my room, intent on doing something desperate in the way of literary composition, and writing a chapter of unheard- of excellence——with which the present essay has no con- nexion. It it a remarkable quality in a watering-place out of the season, that everything in it, will and must be looked at. I had no previous suspicion of this fatal truth; but the moment I sat down to write, I began to perceive it. I had scarcely fallen into my most promising attitude, and dipped my pen in the ink, when I found the clock up- on the pier——a redfaced clock with a white rim——importun- ing me in a highly vexatious manner to consult my watch, and see how I was off for Greenwich time. Having no intention of making a voyage or taking an observation, I had not the least need of Greenwich time, and could have put up with watering-place time as a sufficiently accurate article. The pier-clock, however, persisting, I felt it necessary to lay down my pen, compare my watch with him, and fall into a grave solicitude about half- seconds. I had taken up my pen again, and was about to commence that valuable chapter, when a Custom-house cutter under the window requested that I would hold a naval review of her, immediately. It was impossible, under the circumstances, for any mental resolution, merely human, to dismiss the Custom- house cutter, because the shadow of here topmast fell up on my paper, and the vane played on the masterly blank chapter. I was therefore under the necessity of going- to the other window; sitting astride of the chair there like Napoleon bivouacking in the print; and inspecting the cutter as she lay, all that day, in the way of my chapter, O! She was rigged to carry a quantity of can- vas, but her hull was so very small that four giants aboard of her (three men and a boy) who were vigilantly scraping at her, all together, inspired me with a terror least they should scrape her away. A fifth giant, who appeared to consider himself "below"——as indeed he was, from the waist downwards——meditated, in such close proximity with the little gusty chimney-pipe that he seemed to be smoking it. Several boys looked on from the wharf, and, when the gigantic attention ap- peared to be fully occupied, one or other of these would furtively swing himself in mid-air over the Custom- house cutter, by means of a line pendant from her rig- ging, like a young spirit of the storm. Presently, a sixth hand brought down two little water-casks; present- ly afterwards, a trick came, and delivered a hamper. I was now under an obligation to consider that the cutter was going on a cruise, and to wonder where she was go- ing, and when she was going, and why she was going and at what date she might be expected back, and who com- manded her? With these pressing questions I was ful- ly occupied when the Packet, making ready to go across and blowing off her spare steam, roared, "Look at me!" It became a positive duty to look at the Packet pre- paring to go across; aboard of which, the people newly come down by the railroad were hurrying in a great flus- ter. The crew had got their tarry overalls on——and one knew what that meant——not to mention the white basins, ranged in neat little piles of a dozen each, behind the door of the after-cabin. One lady as I looked, one re- signing and far-seeing woman, took her basin from the store of crockery, as she might have taken a refresh- ment-ticket, laid herself down on deck with that utensil at her ear, muffled her feet in one shawl, solemnly covered her countenance after the antique manner with another, and on the completion of these preparations ap- peared by the strength of her volition to become insen- sible. The mail-bags (O that I myself had the sea-legs of a mail-bag!) were tumbled aboard; the Packet left off roaring, warped out, and made at the white line upon the bar. One dip, one roll, one break of the sea over her bows, and Moore's Almanack or the sage Raphael could not have told me more of the state of things aboard, than I knew. The famous chapter was all but begun now, and would have been quite begun, but for the wind. It was blow- ing stiffly from the east, and it rumbled in the chimney and shook the house. That was not much; but, looking out into the wind's grey eye for inspiration, I laid down my pen again to make the remark to myself, how em- phatically everything by the sea declares that it has a great concern in the state of the wind. The trees blown all one way; the defence of the harbour reared highest and strongest against the raging point; the shingle flung up on the beach from the same direction; the number of arrows pointed at the common enemy; the sea tumbling in and rushing towards them as if it were inflamed by the sight. This put in my head that I really ought to go out and take a walk in the wind; so, I gave up the magnificent chapter for that day, entirely persuading myself that I was under a moral obligation to have a blow. I had a good one, and that on the high road——the very high road——on the top of the cliffs, where I met the stage- coach with all the outsides holding their hats on and themselves too, and overtook a flock of sheep with the wool about their necks blown into such great ruffs that they looked like fleecy owls. The wind played upon the lighthouse as if it were a great whistle, the spray was driven over the sea in a cloud of haze, the ships rolled and pitched heavily, and at intervals long slants and flaws of light made mountain-steeps of communication between the ocean and the sky. A walk of ten miles brought me to a seaside town without a cliff, which, like the town I had come from, was out of the season too. Half of the houses were shut up; half of the other half were to let; the town might have done as much busi- ness as it was doing then, if it had been at the bottom of the sea. Nobody seemed to flourish save the attorney; his clerk's pen was going in the bow-window of his wooden house; his brass door-plate alone was free from salt, and had been polished that morning. On the beach, among the rough luggers and capstans, groups of storm- beaten boatmen, like a sort of marine monsters, watched under the lee of those objects, or stood leaning forward against the wind, looking out through battered spy- glasses. The parlour in the Admiral Benbow had grown so flat with being out of season, that neither could I hear it ring when I pulled the handle for lunch, nor could the young woman in black stockings and strong shoes, who acted as a waiter out of the season, until it had been tinkled three times. Admiral Benbow's cheese was out of the season, but his home-made bread was good, and his beer was per- fect. Deluded by some earlier spring day which had been warm and sunny, the Admiral had cleared the fir- ing out of his parlour stove, and had put some flower- pots in——which was amiable and hopeful in the Admiral but not judicious: the room being, at that present visit- ing, transcendently cold. I therefore took the liberty of peeping out across a little stone passage into the Ad- miral's kitchen, and, seeing a high settle with its back towards me drawn out in front of the Admiral's kitchen fire, I strolled in, bread and cheese in hand, munching and looking about. One landsman and two boatmen were seated on the settle, smoking pipes and drinking beer out of thick pint crockery mugs——mugs peculiar to such places, with parti-coloured rings round them, and ornaments between the rings like frayed-out roots. The landsman was relating his experience, as yet only three nights' old, of a fearful running-down in the Chan- nel, and therein presented to my imagination a sound of music that it will not soon forget. "At that identical moment of time," said he (he was a prosy man by nature, who rose with his subjeet), "the night being light and calm, but with a grey mist upon the water that didn't seem to spread for more than two or three miles, I was walking up and down the wooden causeway next the pier, off where it happened, along with a friend of mine, which his name is Mr. Clocker. Mr. Clocker is a grocer over yonder." (From the direc- tion in which he pointed the bowl of his pipe, I might have judged Mr. Clocker to be a Merman, established in the grocery trade in five-and-twenty fathoms of water.) "We were smoking our pipes, and walking up and down the causeway, talking of one thing and talking of an- other. We were quite alone there, except that a few ho- vellers" (the Kentish name for 'long-shore boatmen like his companions) "were hanging about their lugs, wait- ing while the tide made, as hovellers will." (One of the two boatmen, thoughtfully regarding me, shut up one eye, this I understood to mean: first, that he took me into the conversation: secondly, that he confirmed the proposition: thirdly, that he announced himself as a hoveller.) "All of a sudden Mr. Clocker and me stood rooted to the spot, by hearing a sound come through the stillness right over the sea, like a great sorrowful flute or Æolean harp. We didn't in the least know what it was and judge of our surprise when we saw the hovellers, to a man, leap into the boats and tear about to hoist a sail and get off, as if they had every one of 'em gone, in a moment, raving mad! But they knew it was the cry of distress from the sinking emigrant ship. When I got back to my watering-place out of the sea- son, and had done my twenty miles in good style, I found that the celebrated Black Mesmerist intended favouring the public that evening in the Hall of the Muses, which he had engaged for the purpose. After a good dinner, seated by the fire in an easy chair, I began to waver in a design I had formed of waiting on the Black Mesmerist, and to incline towards the expediency of re- maining where I was. Indeed a point of gallantry was involved in my doing so, inasmuch as I had not left France alone, but had come from the prisons of St. Pelagie with my distinguished and unfortunate friend Madame Roland (in two volumes which I bought for two francs each, at the bookstall in the Place de la Concorde, Paris, at the corner of the Rue Royale), Decoding to pass the evening tête-à-tête with Madame Roland, I de- rived, as I always do, great pleasure from that spiritual woman's society, and the charms of her brave soul and engaging conversation. I must confess that if she had only some more faults, only a few more passionate fail- ings of any kind, I might love her better; but I am con- tent to believe that the deficiency is in me, and not in her. We spent interesting hours together on this occasion, and she told me again of her cruel discharge from the Abbaye, and of her being re-arrested before her free feet had sprung lightly up half-a-dozen steps of her own staircase, and carried off to the prison which she only left for the guillotine. Madame Roland and I took leave of one another be- fore midnight, and I went to bed full of vast intentions for the next day in connexion with the unparalleled chapter. To hear the foreign mail-steamers coming in at dawn of day, ad to know that I was not on board or obliged to get up, was very comfortable; so, I rose for the chapter in great force. I had advanced so far as to sit down at my window again on my second morning, and to write the first half- line of the chapter and strike it out, not liking it, when my conscience reproached me with not having surveyed the watering-places out of the season, after all, yester- day, but with having gone straight out of it at the rate of four miles and a half an hour. Obviously the best amends that I could make for this remissness was to go and look at it without another moment's delay. So—— altogether as a matter of duty——I gave up the magnifi- cent chapter for another day, and sauntered out with my hands in my pockets. All the houses and lodgings ever let to visitors, were to let that morning. It seemed to have snowed bills with To Let upon them. This put me up thinking what the owners of all those apartments did, out of the season; how they employed their time, and occupied their minds. They could not be always going to the Method- ist chapels, of which I passed one every other minute. They must have some other recreation. Whether they pretended to take one another's lodgings, and opened one another's tea-caddies in fun? Whether they cut slices off their own beef and mutton, and made believe the it be- longed to somebody else? Whether they played little dra- mas of life, as children do, and said, "I ought to come and look at your apartments, and you ought to ask two guineas a-week too much, and then I must say I must have the rest of the day to think of it, and then you ought to say that another lady and gentleman with no family had made an offer very close to your own terms, and you had passed your word to give them a positive answer in half-an-hour, and indeed were just going to take the bill down when you heard the knock, and then I ought to take them you know? Twenty such speculations engaged my thoughts. Then, after passing, still clinging to the walls, defaced rags of the bills of last year's Circus, I came to a back field near a timber-yard where the Cir- cus itself had been, and where there was yet a sort of monkish tonsure on the grass, indicating the spot where the young lady had gone round upon her pet steed Fire- fly in her darling flight. Turning into the town again, I came among the shops, and they were emphatically out of the season. The chemist had no boxes of ginger-beer powders, no beautifying sea-side soaps and washes, no attractive scents; nothing but his great goggle-eyed red bottles, looking as if the winds of winter and the drift of the salt sea had inflamed them. The grocers' hot pickles, Harvey's Sauce, Doctor Kitchener's Zest, An- chovy Paste, Dundee Marmalade, and the whole stock of luxurious helps to appetite, were hybernating some- where under-ground. The china-shop had no trifles from anywhere. The Bazaar had given in altogether, and presented a notice on the shutters that this estab- lishment would reopen at Whitsuntide, and that the proprietor in the meantime might be heard of at Wild Lodge, East Cliff. At the Sea-bathing Establishment, a row of neat little wooden houses seven or eight feet high, I saw the proprietor in bed in a shower-bath. As to the bathing-machines, they were (how they got there, is not for me to say) at the top of a hill at least a mile and a half off. The library, which I had never seen other- wise than wide open, was tight shut; and two peev- ish bald old gentlemen seemed to be hermetically sealed up inside, eternally reading the paper. That wonderful mystery, the music-shop, carried it off as usual (except that it had more cabinet pianos in stock), as if season or no season were all one to it. It made the same prodi- gious display of bright brazen wind-instruments, horri- bly twisted, worth, as I should conceive, some thous- ands of pounds, and which it is utterly impossible that anybody in any season can ever play or want to play. It had five triangles in the window, six pairs of casta- nets, and three harps; likewise every polka with a col- ored frontispiece that ever was published; from the original one where a smooth male and female Pole of high rank are coming at the observer with their arms a-kimbo, to the Ratcatcher's Daughter. Astonishing establishment, amazing enigma! Three other shops were pretty much out of the season, what they were used to be in it. First, the hop where they sell the sailors' watches, which had still the old collection of enormous timekeepers, apparently designed to break a fall from the masthead: with places to wind them up, like fire-plugs. Secondly, the shop where they sell the sailor's clothing, which displayed the old sou'-westers, and the oily suits, and the old pea-jackets, and the old sea-chest, with its handles like a pair of rope earrings. Thirdly, the unchangeable shop for the sale of litera- ture that has been left behind. Here, Dr. Faustus was still going to very red and yellow perdition, under the superintendence of three green personages of a scaly humour, with excrescential serpents growing out of their blade-bones. Here, the Golden Dreamer, and the Norwood Fortune Teller, were still on sale at sixpence each, with instructions for making the dumb cake, and reading destinies in tea-cups, and with a picture of a young woman with a high waist lying on a sofa in an attitude so uncomfortable as almost to account for her dreaming at one and the same time of a conflagration, a shipwreck, an earthquake, a skeleton, a church-porch, lightning, funerals performed, and a young man in a bright blue coat and canary pantaloons. Here, were Little Warblers and Fairburn's Comic Songsters. Here, too, were ballads on the old ballad paper and in the old confusion of types; with an old man in a cocked hat, bold Smuggler; and the Friar of Orders Grey, repre- sented by a little girl in a hoop, with a ship in the dis- tance. All these as of yore, when they were infinite de- lights to me! It took me so long fully to relish these many enjoy- ments, that I had not more than an hour before bedtime to devote to Madame Roland. We got on admirably to- gether on the subject of her convent education, and I rose next morning with the full conviction that the day for the great chapter was at last arrived. It had fallen calm, however, in the night, and as I sat at breakfast I blushed to remember that I had not yet been on the Downs! I a walker, and not yet on the Downs! Really, on so quiet and bright a morning this must be set right. As an essential part of the Whole Duty of Man, therefore, I left the chapter to itself——for the present——and went on the Downs. They were won- derfully green and beautiful, and gave me a good deal to do. When I had done with the free air and view, I had to go down into the valley and look after the hops (which I know nothing about), and to be equally solici- tous as to the cherry orchards. Then I took it on my- self to cross examine a trampling family in black (moth- er alleged, I have no doubt by herself in person, to have died last week), and to accompany eighteenpence which produced a great effect, with moral admonitions which produced none at all. Finally, it was late in the after- noon before I got back to the unprecedented chapter, and then I determined that it was out of the season, as the place was, and put it away. I went at night to the benefit of Mrs. B. Wedgington at the Theatre, who had placarded the town with the ad- monition, "DON'T FORGET IT!" I made the house, ac- cording to my calculation, four and ninepence to begin with, and it may have warmed up, in the course of the evening, to half a sovereign. There was nothing to of- fend any one,——the good Mr. Baines of Leeds expected, Mrs. B. Wedgington sang to a grand piano. Mr. B. Wed- ginton did the like, and also took off his coat, tucked up his trousers, and danced in clogs. Master B. Wedging- ton, aged ten months, was nursed by a shivering young person in the boxes, and the eye of Mrs. B. Wedgington wandered that way more than once. Peace be with all the Wedgingtons from A. to Z. May the find them- selves in the Season somewhere!
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This story will mostly about the 1999 Tennessee Titans and the Jacksonville Jaguars but this season was an incredible one. It’s also quite interesting seeing connections to current day coaches and players. 1999 AFC Central Final Standings Browns 2-14
This was the Browns first year back in Cleveland since the 95 season after the Cleveland Browns relocation controversy.
They drafted bust QB Tim Couch of Kentucky first overall. Head Coach Chris Palmer and GM was Dwight Clark famous from The Catch
. The Browns only won twice, week 8 against the Saints and week 10 against the Steelers. Bengals 4-12
Head Coach Bruce Cosett, President Mike Brown, Assistant Head Coach/DC Dick LeBeau, OC Ken Anderson and DBs Coach Ray Horton. That draft the Bengals declined a trade with Mike Ditka of the Saints and opted to draft bust QB Akili Smith
. The Saints then traded their entire 99 draft and 1st and 3rd rounds pick the following draft to the Washington Redskins for RB Ricky Williams
, the first and only time one player was a teams only draft pick. The Redskins would later draft CB Champ Bailey. The Bengals would finish 4-12 Steelers 6-10
Head coach Bill Cowher, Owner Dan Rooney, Pro Personnel Coordinator Doug Whaley, Tight Ends Coach Mike Mularkey. Uhm, nothing really notable. Baltimore Ravens 8-8
Head Coach Brian Billick, Owner Art Modell, Vice President of Player Personnel Ozzie Newsome, Defensive Coordinator Marvin Lewis, Defensive Line Coach Rex Ryan, Linebackers Coach Jack Del Rio, Defensive Assistant Mike Smith. Wow. Four defensive coaches that would go on to be Head Coaches. This season would be average but the building block to next years Super Bowl 35 behind a defense that only allowed 23 total points in four postseason games.
Now that we got the four teams that would go on to make up today’s AFC North out of the way we can focus on the good part. It starts with the Jaguars.
The 1999 Jacksonville Jaguars
would finish 14-2
in just the franchise’s 5th season, the teams best record to this point. WR Jimmy Smith would set team records for receptions and yards in one season. Head Coach Tom Coughlin, Quarterbacks Coach Bobby Patrino, DC Dom Capers. QB Mark Brunell would spend eight of his 18 seasons in Jacksonville and had his best season in 99’ throwing to the amazing tandem of WRs Jimmy Smith and Keenan McCardell, leading the Jaguars to the 6th best offense by points that season. Brunell would be replaced by Byron Leftwhich early in 2003, and would later be inducted into the team's Hall of Fame in 2013. This would be RB Fred Taylors 2nd of 11 seasons with the Jaguars. Blocking for them was All-Time Great Tackle Tony Bosseli who would be inducted to the team's Hall of Fame in 2006 and has been a preliminary Hall of Fame nominee every year since 2009.
Defensive Coordinator Dom Capers was in his first year with the team after a four year stint as Head Coach with the Carolina Panthers. The Jaguars would improve from the 25th ranked defense to the 4th under Capers.
The Jaguars would finish 14-2 and earn the 1st seed in the AFC, a strong passing attack with a high end defense beat anyone they played, except for both losses from the Tennessee Titans. Week 3 at 2-0, the Jaguars narrowly lose to the Titans at home 19-20. The rematch went worse losing on the road 14-41. Regardless the Jaguars rolled into the playoffs, crushing the Dolphins 62-7 in what would be Hall of Fame QBs Dan Marinos and Head Coaches Jimmy Johnson’s final game. This would set up game three against the Titans in the AFC Championship at home.
The 1999 Tennessee Titans
behind QB Steve McNair and Head Coach Jeff Fisher. Owner Bud Adams, Offensive Line coach Mike Munchak, DC Gregg Williams, Defensive Assistant Jim Schwartz. This was the first year the Titans took on that moniker while the “Oilers” was retired by the NFL. They selected Jevon Kearse with their first pick in that draft. The team had no problem cruising to 13 wins with Steve McNair and Eddie George who would become the second RB since Jim Brown to rush for 10,000 yards while never missing a start. He would also go on to be the first player to begin the trend of a player appearing on the Madden Cover
. Despite finishing 13-3, the Jaguars would end up as a wild card as rival Jacksonville finished 14-2 clinching the division, both losses were to Tennessee. 1999 AFC Wild Card Game - The Music City Miracle
The Titans would be at home against the Buffalo Bills Head Coached by Wade Phillips who before the game, benched QB Doug Flutie who led them to the playoffs for Rob Johnson. With 6:15 left in the game drove down the field to set up a 36 yard field goal to go up 15-13, leaving 1:48 left. Rob Johnson responded, with no timeouts left he led the Bills down the field to set up a 41 yard field goal to take the lead back with 16 seconds remaining. On the final two players from scrimmage Rob Johnson played without a shoe, as he lost it on a scramble previously and had no time to put it back on. The following kick-off was history, named the “Home Run Throwback” by Special Teams Coach Alan Lowry, Kevin Dyson would return a the kick-off after receiving a controversial lateral from Frank Wycheck. Titans win last second 22-16 and advance to the divisional round. Here’s the TV broadcast of said play.
In the Divisional round
the Titans would face the Colts at the RCA Dome, it was QB Peyton Manning’s first career playoff start. Eddie George would rush for a team playoff record 162 yards including a 68-yd touchdown
. The Colts made a late run on a nine play TD drive to get back to 16-19, but the Titans recovered the onside kick and won by that score, advancing to the AFC Championship game against rival Jacksonville. 1999 AFC Championship Game
At 15-2 the Jaguars would once again face off against the Tennessee Titans but at home again.The first half went well, the Jaguars up 14-10 in a close game. Then in the second half Mark Brunell is sacked for a safety, the following punt in returned for a TD by Derrick Mason. The Titans would advance to the Super Bowl after winning 33-14, the Jaguars would finish 15-0 vs the rest of the league, and 0-3 vs the Tennessee Titans. Super Bowl XXXIV - The Longest Yard
Super Bowl 34 took place January 30th, 2000 in the Georgia Dome, it was the fourth time the Super Bowl was held the week following the Conference games. St. Louis was 13-3 and was their first playoff appearance since 89’ when they were still in LA. Est. 88.5M viewers, the cost of a 30-second commercial was $1.1M and the halftime show was headlined by Christina Aguilera. This is, to date, the most recent Super Bowl the feature two teams that had never won a Super Bowl.
The first half was largely a defensive battle, the Rams led 9-0 and 16-6 heading into the final quarter. The Titans would then put a 79-yard drive together to cut the lead 16-13, they would later then tie the game with a 43-yard field goal tying the game, erasing a 10 point 4th quarter deficit.
Then on the first play of the next drive, QB Kurt Warner threw a pass to Isaac Bruce at the 38-yard line that broke free for a 73-yard touchdown. One play, 73 yards, touchdown
. The Titans received the ball with 1:48 left down by a touchdown. Steve McNair would drive down the field, after a 16 yard pass to Kevin Dyson in which McNair escaped two defenders from, the Titans would use their final timeout on the Rams 10-yard line with just six seconds remaining. The final play is simply referred to as “The Tackle”. You can see it here in video form
or good friend Wikipedia does a great job of describing it in detail.
. The Rams would win Super Bowl XXXIV by a final score of 23-16. Who where those pesky Rams that beat this great Titans team who had to slay the 14-2 Jaguars to get there?
None other than the Greatest Show on Turf
of course. Led by Head Coach Dick Vermeil and rags-to-riches QB Kurt Warner, who had spent time with the Iowa Barnstormers and the Amsterdam Admirals before landing on the Rams in 1998. In 1999 the Rams signed Trent Green to be the starting QB, but after tearing his ACL in a preseason game Kurt Warner took over, he would go on to win league and Super Bowl MVP. That season the Rams had drafted WR Torry Holt and CB Dre Bly. This would be the final season the Rams wore their sexy jerseys
. They suffered three losses that season, the Eagles week 17, the Lions week 9, and the Titans week 8, they also had a week 2 bye.
In the playoffs they got it done on both ends, beating the Vikings in a shootout 49-37, and a defensive hold out vs the Buccaneers 11-6. They would go on of course to win Super Bowl 35 against the Titans after LB Mike Jones tackles WR Kevin Dyson on the 1-yard line. Other Pro Bowlers include Marshall Faulk, Isaac Bruce, Orlando Pace, Kevin Carter, Todd Lyght and D’marco Farr.
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