Under the Radar

This Monday morning, which was just a dreary and cold mid-Atlantic day, there wasn't too much to cheer about.

Over the past three years, I've been drafted into the culture of football and now find myself, somewhat uncharacteristically, actually caring about games.

Culture. Football. Talk about oxymorons.

Just a few short years ago my only foray into football would have been to watch about a half's worth of the Super Bowl and take the occasion to excuse the non-stop ingestion of deep fried anything.

I looked at the Super Bowl as being Saturated Fat Sunday.

Now, I even have four pro football games under my belt, although if given the opportunity to go to a game, the weather is still a factor in my decision process, as well as who's going to be singing the National Anthem.

I'm still far from a fanatic. I even turned off the New York Giants game last night during overtime and never even bothered to go down to the basement and turn on the big screen TV to get a more real-life feel.

It's not as if I had to be up early the next morning, it's just that I was probably depressed because Simpsons episodes had been pre-empted in favor of the football game and I'd already seen that eposode of Chappelle about 300 times.

I did take the Baltimore Ravens loss harshly, though, particularly knowing that my kids are big Ravens fans. The manner in which they lost the opportunity to tie the game and force it into overtime was especially hard to accept, as an easy field goal was not as advertised.

The big news this morning was that loss and the resignation of the co-CEO's of Research in Motion and the subsequent appointment of a new CEO.

The two items are not in any way related, but then did become so.

The question of the day on CNBCm tied it all together as they asked who likely got more sleep last night, Billy Cundiff, the Raven's kicker or Thorsten Heins, the new RIMM CEO?

Ordinarily, being named new CEO is a pretty positive thing, unless you're Leo Apotheker.

In this case the market didn't react terribly kindly to the announcement of Heins' ascension, especially since he was considered to be somewhat of an insider who may have also been asleep as the ship was sinking.

Oh, and the accent didn't help either as the prevailing joke was that RIMM hired Leo Apotheker's son.

I don't know what kind of jokes are circulating today regarding Cundiff's miss, but I doubt that there are many. People take their football more seriously thatn they do their stocks.

One was tragic, the other just business going about business.

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Wasted on Me

I was up for no really good reason at about 4 AM, particularly since I don't consider Laszlo the Dog's barking at a phantom menace to be a good reason.

Probably more out of instinct than anything else I pulled up the Bloomberg Mobile app on my phone while waiting for Laszlo to protect us from the blowing leaves and saw that the US Futures Market was reasonably flat and the Asian markets were doing nothing special.

I went back to bed neither excited nor dreading the open, expecting yet another quiet day. Maybe the kind of day that I could find the time to complete my furniture repositioning tasks left over from the past two days.

Well, for the very same reasons that it's hard to justify sneaking away to attend to personal hygiene needs, a lot can happen on the international scene.

China decided to loosen up its banks' reserve requirements.

That apparently is a good thing as far as liquidity goes. Although Chinese companies may not like to abide by standard accounting principles, it does seem that basic economic laws apply, even in the People's Republic.

As if that wouldn't have been enough, the European Central Bank and our own Federal Reserve decided to coordinate action to allow foreign banks to access US dollars at lower cost.

What those ECB guys didn't realize was that those American Airline Frequent Flier miles that were thrown in to clinch the deal were going to be close to worthless.

Score another one for "The Bernank."

It was hard, though, to hear all of the cheering from the trading pits, what with the sound of Bernanke led chainsaws felling forests worth of lumber destined for the Treasury's printing presses.

I like Bernanke and think that his calm guidance likely rescued us from the kind of economic travesty that our generation could not possibly endure.

Besides, tell me that Bernanke doesn't look like a highly stylized and mythical lumberjack.

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