The day is here! Tonight I will be seeing my all time favorite band for the (I think) 24th time! Rush!
I’m actually nervous. Meaning, what if something goes wrong tonight and I can’t get to the Garden? What if my car breaks down on the way, or I get mugged and my ticket is stolen, or what if my ticket gets struck by lightning? Something like that?
Damn, that would suck!
New Horizons is getting closer to Pluto each day. Here is a new pic that I believe was released today. We are starting to be able to see actual details. I can’t wait for the close ups coming next month.
24 hours from now we’ll be having our faces rocked clean off of our skulls by the holy triumvirate of Rock.
Another day, another music recital at the library.
Two days to go until Rush comes to Boston.
I bought a new point and shoot camera in the hopes of sneaking it into the show. Do I even have to sneak? The last couple of times they didn’t check for cameras at all. Here’s hoping I’m in the clear!
I filled the bird feeders yesterday while the weather outside was beautiful. Today is the first day of summer, and it’s father’s day… therefore mother nature is literally pissing on us. It’s been pouring rain like the end of the world all day.
That isn’t slowing the birds down one bit though. They are outside chowing down. I saw a cardinal, a woodpecker, and some black and white colored thing I’d never seen before, all out there at the same time. I grabbed my camera and they all split on me. Jerks. I hung around for a few minutes, always hoping to get a clear image of a bird in flight, but it was too dark out and the shutter speed was too fast and the ISO was too high and I was left with this ugly mess. I got a decent picture of a bunny though, so that’s a win.
This is the goal, of course this looks like cow shit.
This guy eats like a pig. Every minute or so he’d come back for more. Enjoy, little birdie friend.
I had just decided to close the window and pack it in when the cardinal came back. I think he had been hiding on the roof waiting for the camera to go away, but he just couldn’t hold out any longer.
Oh, here’s the bunny I mentioned.
Happy Fathers Day to all the Dad’s out there, especially my Dad.
There was a thread on twitter this morning asking people to share their favorite sports memory of their dad. For me it’s easy.
July 24, 1979. I was eight years old and my father took me to Fenway Park for the first time. The Red Sox were playing the A’s. Dennis Eckersley pitched for Boston. The Sox won 7-3. Dwight Evans hit a monster home run over the screen in left (which doesn’t exist anymore). Fred Lynn made a diving catch in center field. The only thing missing from the script was Jerry Remy was injured and didn’t play.
It was the seventh inning. The Sox were up 3-2. There was one runner on base. My father had told me a few weeks before that Yaz had hit his 399th home run. I didn’t really get the significance of that, but he told me that 400 was kind of a big deal. We were sitting behind the Sox dugout. I can’t really remember how far back we were. I don’t remember if we were under the roof or not. I don’t think so, but I know we weren’t that close. We probably were. I was eight years old and it was my first time there so I felt like I was practically on the grass. Everything looked bigger and smaller at the same time.
When Yaz stepped up to the plate the crowd got pretty excited. It had been almost a month since his last home run and everyone was hanging on every at bat. My father yelled out, and I’ll never forget this, “Come on Yaz, I can feel it in my bones!” Yaz hit the first pitch Mike Morgan threw and that was all I saw. The little kid sized me had my view blocked when every single human being in the stadium jumped to their feet. I caught a very brief glimpse of the Oakland right fielder up against the fence in front of the A’s bullpen. I caught a very brief glimpse of Yaz rounding first. That was it. I know he came out for a curtain call before the first pitch to the next batter, but I don’t think I saw it. He came out for another one after the game as the 30,000 or so fans chanted, “We want Yaz!” and just wouldn’t go home. I saw him wave to the stands. I was probably standing on my chair.
So many things about that night are permanently burned into my memory. Nothing about it though compares to my father actually calling the pitch. That was a little extra awesome sauce poured over a perfect night.
I just sent this song to the band to see if they might want to do it. I doubt it, but it would be cool to honor the Pixies for their helping give T.T. the Bear’s Place a huge send off.
I’ve been listening to sports talk radio regularly since about the year 2000 when I was getting stuck in brutal traffic driving from Tewksbury to Lowell each day. (note for non-townies, the two towns are right next to each other)
These days Boston has two sports radio stations. This morning I went to the car so that I could drive to dunks and get breakfast for me and the love of my life. One sports radio station came out of commercials as I started up the car and started discussing the Cleveland Cavaliers. My thought? Who gives a rats ass about the Cleveland Cavaliers. The hell with them and the hell with this show.
I switched to the other sports radio station and they topic there was the Cleveland Cavaliers.
Yeah, I think I might be completely done with Boston sports talk radio. Screw you all.
