It sounds like she was one step away from planting landmines, and trenches with razor wire. While living in one of the most peaceful, bucolic communities in the country..

Without a doubt, UCLA is one of the premier marquee names in college basketball, and the Bruin men's hoops program possesses as serious a pedigree as you'll find in any college sport whatsoever.

That said, the head coach's job in Westwood has evolved over the last 38 years into one which now carries an awful lot of baggage and caveats -- namely, a mercurial fan base with unreasonably high expectations, and an alumni association that can probably be most charitably described as Machiavellian. Eight coaches have now come and gone since John Wooden's retirement back in 1975, and their average length of tenure has been less than five years each.

I readily admit that I don't know all that much about Andy Enfield, other than he's a wealthy former Wall Street operator who made his fortune and got out before the bubbles started bursting, and is married to a supermodel. No doubt, he's been on a wildly successful ride this year as head coach of the FGCU Eagles.

But all that said, he's also one of those proverbial "shiny new objects" who's presently captured people's attentions and imaginations, and whose name's presently being bandied about for other coaching vacancies by a media that's more often than not looking to fill air time.

Further, there's absolutely nothing that's been said by Enfield publicly thus far to even remotely indicate that he's interested in the UCLA job, save for the repeated assertions of certain sports analysts who keep eyeballing the vacancy in Westwood and insisting it's a vacuum which needs to be filled immediately.

I think you're making an awfully big assumption about someone whom you know only by virtue of a few randon TV interviews and couple of NCAA tourney games (and not personally), that he has "a profound ego to stroke. Period." Your instincts about him might indeed eventually prove correct, but I'm not going to bet the family farm on it, given the paucity of actual information about him thus far.

I mean, how do we know for certain that Enfield doesn't actually like living in Ft. Myers and working at FGCU? Why do so many of us (not just you) naturally assume that if ever given the opportunity, people are going to immediately bolt from the hinterlands for the bright lights, big city atmosphere of L.A., New York, Miami and Chicago?

For all we know, Enfield may in fact love living on the Gulf of Mexico, and may relish the prospect of building a heretofore unknown basketball program at FGCU to his own specs and turning it into a regional power or even marquee name.

And who further knows, when all's said and done 20 years from now, Enfield may prove himself to be more in the mold of Don Haskins, the longtime and legendary UTEP coach ("Glory Road") who turned the Miners into a well-respected and perennial power, and who regularly disdained the siren calls from elsewhere to bail out of El Paso for the limelight that's Supercalifragelistic State University.

The point is, we don't know who Andy Enfield really is at this juncture. When speculating as we are, all I can take into serious consideration right now is that not everybody who's coaching college basketball is going to be motivated solely by the prospect of money and fame, and not everybody is necessarily going to be enamored with the idea of living in Southern California. And until Enfield finally opens his mouth and says otherwise, that's what I'm basing my own current judgment on.

Personally, if I was the UCLA A.D. and / or head of the Bruins' search committee, I'd be looking at Tubby Smith, who was coincidentally let go by Minnesota the very same day that UCLA showed Ben Howland the door. Smith is both well-seasoned at 62 years of age and a proven winner (511-226, .693), and he would be a good selection if they're looking for someone to oversee a transition period and groom a young successor.

But then again, Coach Smith has already experienced this sort of pressure cooker at Kentucky, and I don't know if he'd opt to again spend nearly half his working days simply trying to manage the unreasonable expectations of a demanding and unforgiving fan base.

Despite its (almost) laughably preposterous premise, "The Birds" has to be one of the most thoroughly engrossing and intriguing horror films that I've ever seen, and its almost deliberately understated ending really underscores Hitchcock's brilliance as a master storyteller. Whenever I'm channel surfing and run across it, I immediately cease channel surfing.

...she had helped run the CIA's detention and interrogation program after 9/11, and that in 2005, she had signed off on a decision to destroy videotapes of prisoners being tortured.

This is a nice complement to the appointment of Jon Brennan, who also had a soft spot in his heart for torture.. I mean enhanced torture... I mean interrogation torture enhanced.

And someone who destroyed evidence!

Honestly, I think that part of both the lore and the appeal of Chicago Cubs baseball to its legions of fans is that franchise's almost hapless history of near-successes, shocking collapses and inexplicable pratfalls.

If there's ever a team that has deserved the monicker of "lovable losers," it's the Cubs. No matter what they do or how they perform, their loyal fans just can't get enough of 'em. Every fall like clockwork, you all curse and swear that this will be the last season you'll ever root for them. And yet every spring, also like clockwork, there you all are again -- back for more, in the expectation that somehow, this year will be different. Until it isn't.

But rest assured, the law of averages says that one of these years, it really will indeed be different, just as it was for both the Red Sox in 2004 and the White Sox the following year. And at that seminal moment, just as it was with those other two franchises, Cubs Nation will be magically transformed from millions of long-suffering fans, into a multitude of insufferable boors.

But hey, who cares? Just a couple more days, and it's "Play ball!" I can't wait.

If not, I have the link somewhere. And, while we're being gross, one truly sickening item stands out from my memory. The females who were violated complained that, as if the searches weren't humiliating enough, they said the officers conducting the invasions didn't bother changing their rubber glove when going from "rear" to "front."