All I want for Christmas this year is some solidarity, man.
As with a great number of bands that I enjoy, my oldest brother turned me on to the Hellecasters many, many moons ago.
The wife and I have seen Robert Randolph twice, first when he opened for Clapton at the Xcel Center about ten years ago, and then a few years later at the Minnesota Zoo. Cat can play.
We always watched the Johnny Cash show when it was on, so I may well have seen this when it was originally broadcast in 1971.
Two things of note happened in 1976 - the Bicentennial, and the release of Frampton Comes Alive! From The Midnight Special.
The older you get, the more things there are to worry about. Ignore them.
Holiday's over, time to go back to work. I'll have to get me another one of those jobs, I reckon.
All good things must come to an end, and so must this season of Twins disappointments. But that's okay. You can't win 'em all. We'll get 'em next year. Since I'm working today and can't watch, I hope it doesn't turn out to be Joe Mauer's last game, because I'd hate to miss that. I'd like to offer a tip of the cap to eschapp for the game tickets Friday night. The Mrs. and I had a great time. Lots of early runs and layering were the keys. The Twins start Zack Littell today, Dylan Covey goes for the White Sox. I can't believe this is the last time I'll say it for six months or so, but... Play ball!
So, when do pitchers and catchers report for spring training? It's hard to believe that a whole baseball season has come and nearly gone already. What began with such hope and promise in the spring eventually turned to vague dissatisfaction by midsummer and finally, after the non-waiver trade deadline, to widespread ennui. So now we can turn our full attention to shanked placekicks and human resources debacles and other forms of sporting entertainment and dismay. Gibson on the mound for the Twins today, the A's feature Trevor Cahill. Smoke 'em while you got 'em, gents - this pack is almost gone. Play ball!
This is the time of year when scarcity sets in. You realize that in a fortnight, Twins baseball will be done for the year. Generally this inclines me to watch all the Twins baseball I can get my eyeballs on, but this year I find myself caring less and less. The front office giveth, and the front office taketh away. The Twins send Gibson to the mound, and while we hope for good Gibby today, his best efforts could easily and might well be negated by the bullpen. Jakob Junis takes the hill for the Royals. It will almost be a relief when this season is behind us and we can all focus on curling again. Play ball!