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The Last Game

The Boston Red Sox reign as World Series Champions will officially end tonight when either the Royals or the Giants (it’ll be the Royals) win game seven of the 2014 World Series. Well… the game is on Fox, so we technically might not have a winner until tomorrow morning. What with the ridiculous length of each commercial break and all of the crap they add in because they don’t believe the game is enough to hold our interest and the games end up lasting four hours and then they wonder why the games are too long.

Anyway, as a Red Sox fan it will make me sad to see the title given to someone new. As a baseball fan it will make me sad to see a good series end, and even more sad to see the season come to an end.

Although… from a Red Sox fan’s point of view, this season sucked so bad. So very, very bad.

Bring on 2015!

Oh yeah, and Go Royals.

Bad Dieter

I’ve sucked at Weight Watchers this week.  Over the weekend I was feeling really sick and I had a moment of pathetic weakness.  I had candy.  Twice.  Two big Cadbury bars.  I felt bad.  I felt shame.  Damn if they weren’t the most delicious pieces of chocolate I’ve ever consumed, but I really did feel bad.

Last night the bad dieter struck again.  We were out running errands and both of us were really hungry.  There was a 99 Restaurant right there so we went for dinner.  I could have been good.  In fact I almost was.  I got a grilled chicken breast instead of my usual steak.  Not good, but better than it could have been.  I then lost control and got buffalo tenders as an appetizer, and to make matters worse I ended up eating half of Jen’s dinner when she decided she was full.

To make matters even more worse, go on and ask me how much exercise I’ve done over the past week.  Go on, ask me.  The answer?  None.  The closest I’ve come to using the treadmill was yelling at the cat to get off of it.

This has been a bad week for me, weight watchers wise.  I need to step it up or my total weight loss of 28 pounds is going to be a lot smaller come Saturday’s check in.

Busy Day

Today was one of those days that started off busy and got busier as the day wore on. I’m still feeling sick, but I’m a little better. I was pretty run down by the time 5:30 rolled around. It’s good to be home. The only way it could be better is having the love of my life home with me, but that can be said about every situation I’ll ever find myself in for the rest of my life. It’s always better when she’s around.

Not sure what I want to do with my time tonight. I’m thinking of just sacking out until bed time. I’m feeling pretty beat. At least I can sort of breath through my nose now. That’s all sorts of win.

FiOS Mobile

Weird…

When we first switched back to Verizon FiOS I tried viewing live TV on their mobile app. It didn’t work for me. Either something changed or I did something wrong because it worked tonight. I’m not sure what possessed me to try again, but The Walking Dead sure seems a lot longer with commercials. Heh heh.

Sounds

If you were to visit my house this morning, it would sound like the following:

Rob: cough cough cough cough
Jen: cough cough cough
Rob: cough cough gag cough moan
Jen: cough cough wheeze “hand me a tissue please?”
Rob: cough cough “here you go, love” cough cough
Jen: wheeze wheeze cough cough
Rob: blowing his nose sneeze blowing his nose moan moan cough cough
Jen: cough cough gag cough cough
Rob: cough gag cough cough spit cough weird stomach rumble

That about sums it up.

Jack Bruce

I wish I could tell you how many times Jack and Eric and Ginger and I jammed like nut jobs in my old bedroom in my parent’s house when I was a kid. Hundreds, at least.

The three of them would be playing on my cassette deck and I’d be playing my Les Paul Deluxe through that big Peavy amp. You now, the one with the chorus built in?

I’d pop on the live half of Wheels of Fire and we would melt brains with that epic, marathon run through of Willie Dixon’s Spoonful. Then we’d blow the walls down with that hyper driven arrangement of Robert Johnson’s Crossroads. Then I’d swap out the tape and we would burn down what was left of the house on side one of Live Cream Volume 2. Deserted Cities of the Heart, White Room (still the highlight of everyone’s musical career), Politician, and finally the best version of Tales of Brave Ulysses ever imagined in this or any other universe.

I learned to play the guitar by stealing from Eric Clapton, that’s true, but I learned to write and arrange music by stealing from Jack Bruce. I’d like to say I learned to sing by stealing from Jack Bruce too, and I definitely tried, but I could never even get to the same planet.

I never met him. Sadly I never saw him play live either, but now that he’s passed away I feel like I’ve lost an old dear friend.

Rest in peace, Jack Bruce and thank you for a lifetime of music.