I do declare, I couldn't find a CoC in the kitchen so I made this. Happy Independence Day, citizens.
The baseball gods must have had a good laugh last night. Yeah, real f***ing funny, guys. Yuck it up, you must be so proud of yourselves.
Today the Twins try to shake off the worst loss of the season in a matinee that pits Chris Archer against Shane Bieber. Despite a couple of disappointing losses, and a chance for another before this 5-game set wraps up, the Twins will leave Cleveland with the division lead. And hopefully they can embiggen it today.
When people talk about the power of music to evoke emotion, this is the song I hear. It's been fun picking the tunes this week, I hope you enjoyed.
From his January 30, 1990 MTV Unplugged show. You can find the whole thing on YouTube, and it's worth watching.
We're walking down the street in the French Quarter looking for some blues and a kid walks up and says, "Mister, I bet you ten dollars I can tell you where you got them shoes." I knew there was a catch but I couldn't see it, so I bet him five dollars. "You got them shoes on your feet," he says. My wife's laugh was worth every penny. It's Friday night, go out and find some music and maybe have a good laugh.
Melancholy. I think maybe that's the word she's looking for. We saw Kacey at the zoo a few years back. Her band wore classic western suits with little lights all over them. We're big fans.
Sir Reginald and Bernie wrote a lot of good songs together. This is one of my favorites, thanks to my sister who played the album over and over and over and over ad infinitum. We got to see Elton back around the turn of the century/millennium when he was broke and touring solo sans band to pay off his debts. My sister has seen him half a dozen times or so.
I saw Dickey Betts and Great Southern play at Colorado Sun Day 2 in old Mile High Stadium on June 26, 1977, damn near 55 years ago. Out of the seven acts that played that day, I'd rank them tied for second with Marshall Tucker, a short distance behind Lynyrd Skynyrd. It was a hell of a show.
Gonna be another hot one out there today, citizens. Have a cold drink and some cool jazz. Chill, baby, chill.
I put in to work the first game of the Yankees series but didn't get scheduled. Just as well, it was a downer of a game. Last night was much better, and televised in a manner that allowed me watch, a rarity these days. It was a mirror image of the first game, really, competitive until the later innings when one of the bullpens caved in. So far the hometown nine have held their own against the top of the AL East, winning the Toronto series on the road and facing a rubber game with the Yankees tonight to decide this series. We'll see what tonight and the weekend tilts against Tampa Bay hold, but so far we've gone toe-to-toe against the East and held our own. Taking two of three from the best team in baseball right now would make a real statement, and I'm hoping the Twins end this one with a bang, not a whimper.
Dylan Bundy, the Pride of Tulsa, takes the mound for the Gemini tonight. He's started nine games this year, winning three and losing three with no decision in three. His ERA stands at 5.57 and his WHIP at 1.45 so if he can give the team five innings and hold the Yanks to 2-3 runs I'd consider that a mostly successful outing. Gerrit Cole gets the start for the Yankees. He's good, he's always been good, a first-round draft pick twice over with a .656 career winning percentage. Cole is 5-1 in 11 starts this year with a 2.78 ERA (2.03 over his last 8 starts), 0.96 WHIP and 81 punch-outs in 65 innings pitched. And he's coming off one of the most dominant performances of his career. The ass-bats must be given no quarter tonight.