Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Skyrocket's In Flight...
...a little afternoon TLBR delight for all y'all jive turkeys.
*** "My Favorite Mistake," albeit a "pop song" by a "pop artist," is still a bad-assed tune.
The twang of the guitar, Sheryl Crow's throaty, bluesy singing in the non-refrain parts - it's got emotion that still draws me in.
And then when you think of her - still dumb hot these days - as eight years younger, frolicking with Eric Clapton (and then not, hence the song...)...that's equally as bad-assed.
*** Listening to WMVY now and the tune is the Pretenders "Hand in Pocket." Great song.
But the original is nowhere as good as Charlotte's version in "Lost in Translation." Oh yeah.
Cause I...wanna make you see. Nobody else here. No one like me.
I'm special (ooh!). Soooo special. I've got to have some of your...attention. GIVE TO ME!
(sorry. got a little ahead of myself there.)
*** John Daly claims to have blown $60 million in gambling the last few years.
60.
Million.
He tells of one particular episode, after winning $750,000 golfing (and beating Tiger Woods), he drove right to Vegas and blew it, plus another $850,000 ($1.6 million total) playing slot machines.
$5,000-a-pull slots!
Considering that one pull would be about 1/8 of my annual salary, depositing that one credit and pulling the lever might make me want to repeatedly vomit.
*** If I told you that a guy in the Red Sox/Yankee series, who is making about $20 million this year, followed up a badly played pop-up in shallow left center in the 7th with a terrible baserunning gaffe off second base in the 8th, the first thing you'd say was "Manny Ramirez, he just never seems to have his head in the game" right?
Nope. Sorry, Tim McCarver. It was Derek Jeter (of the Cooperstown Jeter's). You know, the Derek Jeter that a fielding sabremetician called "the worst fielding shortstop in the game."
No fist pump for the Captain.
*** I like it when Wily Mo Pena uses two-hands to catch fly balls. It's a big sigh of relief, as the path he takes to get under the ball is not the most geometrically efficient.
*** Joss Stone's "Fell in Love with a Boy" is also a god-damned sexy song too. And so is Ms. Stone.
Spend the .99 cents on this gem on iTunes, grab your significant other, and turn it up.
(that is the closest that TLBR will ever come to being a love/advice column...so you'd better listen to me because I was pre-med).
*** Didn't tune into WEEI today, because I didn't want or need to hear more about Johnny Damon.
But I did mull over calling in to see if Doug Mirabelli's arrival at Fenway last night mere moments before the first pitch rivaled another Doug's seemingly tedious athletic play: the Flutie dropkick.
Ok, enough from me. Maybe more later; to the next step.
One.
*** "My Favorite Mistake," albeit a "pop song" by a "pop artist," is still a bad-assed tune.
The twang of the guitar, Sheryl Crow's throaty, bluesy singing in the non-refrain parts - it's got emotion that still draws me in.
And then when you think of her - still dumb hot these days - as eight years younger, frolicking with Eric Clapton (and then not, hence the song...)...that's equally as bad-assed.
*** Listening to WMVY now and the tune is the Pretenders "Hand in Pocket." Great song.
But the original is nowhere as good as Charlotte's version in "Lost in Translation." Oh yeah.
Cause I...wanna make you see. Nobody else here. No one like me.
I'm special (ooh!). Soooo special. I've got to have some of your...attention. GIVE TO ME!
(sorry. got a little ahead of myself there.)
*** John Daly claims to have blown $60 million in gambling the last few years.
60.
Million.
He tells of one particular episode, after winning $750,000 golfing (and beating Tiger Woods), he drove right to Vegas and blew it, plus another $850,000 ($1.6 million total) playing slot machines.
$5,000-a-pull slots!
Considering that one pull would be about 1/8 of my annual salary, depositing that one credit and pulling the lever might make me want to repeatedly vomit.
*** If I told you that a guy in the Red Sox/Yankee series, who is making about $20 million this year, followed up a badly played pop-up in shallow left center in the 7th with a terrible baserunning gaffe off second base in the 8th, the first thing you'd say was "Manny Ramirez, he just never seems to have his head in the game" right?
Nope. Sorry, Tim McCarver. It was Derek Jeter (of the Cooperstown Jeter's). You know, the Derek Jeter that a fielding sabremetician called "the worst fielding shortstop in the game."
No fist pump for the Captain.
*** I like it when Wily Mo Pena uses two-hands to catch fly balls. It's a big sigh of relief, as the path he takes to get under the ball is not the most geometrically efficient.
*** Joss Stone's "Fell in Love with a Boy" is also a god-damned sexy song too. And so is Ms. Stone.
Spend the .99 cents on this gem on iTunes, grab your significant other, and turn it up.
(that is the closest that TLBR will ever come to being a love/advice column...so you'd better listen to me because I was pre-med).
*** Didn't tune into WEEI today, because I didn't want or need to hear more about Johnny Damon.
But I did mull over calling in to see if Doug Mirabelli's arrival at Fenway last night mere moments before the first pitch rivaled another Doug's seemingly tedious athletic play: the Flutie dropkick.
Ok, enough from me. Maybe more later; to the next step.
One.
