A couple of words about the lack of updates the last few days. If you don’t care, you can skip to the roundup.
On Friday, I, like many, spent most of the day battening down the hatches and evacuating from the Jersey Shore. The trip back would have been very reasonable had there not been three (3!) separate accidents on the way home. What should have been a two hour trip (even with a couple hundred thousand people evacuating) turned into a four hour trip.
On Saturday, after throwing a couple of quick posts on the site, Ms. CB and I headed to her family’s place in Bucks County to ride out Irene. Things were going just fine and, like any news junkie, I was in a full-fledge hunker, switching between local news stations as their anchors and weather folks took part in the broadcast news equivalent of THON. At around 10 P.M., just as a wired Adam Joseph commenced what I thought may turn into an all-out strip by removing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt (much to the delight of Ms. CB and most other females in the Delaware Valley), and Doomsday Schwartz started wearing tin foil on his head and speaking into a large wooden spoon, the power went out at casa de Ms. CB. No big deal… except that it was followed by an hour’s worth of tornado warnings, which we were seeing through AT&T’s slowly deteriorating data signal that seemed to be in a race with Irene as to who could fuck more people over. Like most of you, we had a few anxious moments before falling asleep- something I did rather early, since I was scheduled to call into Eytan Shander’s overnight show on WIP at 3 AM. Little did I know that while talking to Eytan, there was, less than a mile away, a crazed, rifle-carrying Army officer firing at local police…
Still without power at around nine o’clock Sunday morning, I headed to the kitchen to find Ms. CB’s uncle, who recently returned from 20+ years in California to experience only his second earthquake, a hurricane, and… well, this:
Uncle Ronnie used Irene’s brief rainless window to take a jog at around 7:30 in the morning. Before getting too far (read: less than a few thousand feet), he ran almost directly into two approaching S.W.A.T. team members, both of whom were carrying sniper rifles. Not your typical scene on a Sunday morning in Central Bucks, yo. He was immediately asked for identification (which he didn’t have on him) and told to get back to his house immediately and do his best Marc Zumoff by locking all windows and doors. No further was explanation given.
A few paces later, a utility worker told him a woman had been killed just down the road and that police couldn’t find John Egland, a 37-year-old Army officer who was also suspected of killing three other family members in Virginia.
[Now would be a good time to mention that we later found out Uncle Ronnie (thanks to his Armenian skin) and Egland shared a similar complexion. And build. I wouldn't be surprised if, at some point, UR had a red dot on his chest.]
Hearing the story, I immediately hopped onto Twitter with my now awful cell signal. There wasn’t much information, other than a couple of local stories which told us about Egland’s mid-hurricane drive from Virginia to Buckingham, where he killed his ex-mother-in-law then drove his daughter to a Quakertown hospital (presumably to leave her in safer hands). It was there he showed an orderly a hand gun, which was his second weapon (if you’re scoring at home). The orderly promptly called police, who found Egland in Doylestown. He fired shots at their cruiser, hitting one of the officers in the hand. Later in the evening, according to most accounts, Egland had another run-in with officers not a mile away from where we were. He fired shots from behind a dumpster and ran into the woods, carrying with him his rifle, handgun, and Army training- a dangerous combination.
Throughout most of the day, we were told to stay inside and lock all doors, windows, cars, sheds, garages, etc. Several times we heard search helicopters flying overhead. Thanks to the help of some of you on Twitter, we stayed informed about the road closures on York Rd. and other details about the manhunt, which included smallish tanks and fully armed S.W.A.T.
There are few things that freak me out, but a spree-killing solider running loose in a relatively quiet area is certainly one of them. Add to that the lack of power and news coverage, and it made for a few very anxious hours locked indoors.
Finally, at around 3:30 P.M., Egland was found dead, an apparent suicide. His body was discovered about a mile away. Not a fun day.
Back now and ready to roll. Let the snark and dick jokes commence!
Couple of quick notes:
– Sans power? Make sure you stop by Drinker’s Philadelphia locations this week to watch the Phillies and Reds. Get location and specials details here.
– BC Sports postponed their Mike Stutes signing, which was originally scheduled for Saturday. No makeup date has been announced, but we’ll tell you about it just as soon as we hear.
– The Let’s Go Eat and Ed Wade: Gift That Keeps on Giving t-shirts continue to sell like whoa. Get yours here.
– Tim McManus cleared out his Twitter Mailbag, answering YOUR questions about the Eagles.
- Jim McCormick talks to Cole Hamels about returning to Cincinnati, the place where he pitched his version Major League game.
– I honestly have no idea what this link is about, but our friends from Goodnight Snack aggregated a bunch of pictures of chicks in lingerie. You should probably click right here.
– The Phillies took part in a PSA for ItGetsBetter.org, a site that fights the good fight against bullying:
– FOX Philly has viewer photos of Irene aftermath.
– Deadspin aggregated all of the Michael Vick What If Photoshops.
– Jamie Moyer played a little prank on Charlie Manuel on Friday.
– Vote CB as best sports blog on CBSPhilly.com. Takes two seconds and you can vote through September 9th. Vote here.
That’s it, time to continue with the takeover. – cracks and stretches fingers in an arrogant fashion –