From the getting old sucks department:

A couple months ago, I made plans to attend a Dream Theater concert here in Orlando at the Hard Rock Cafe on May 31st. Got the tickets and realized it's really a day long festival called "The Progressive Nation Tour".

Not even ten years ago my first thought would have been something like, cool, bonus deal, new bands to discover. Now I'm thinking,
"Great, now I have to sit through 3 other bands I don't care about, I'm going to have to spend money on food and drinks..." What the hell happened to me.

In addition, thanks to technology, I've been able to go on You-tube and see video of the other bands playing, and realized that two of the three contain fantastic musicians, but they have those singers that don't so much sing as grunt, which seems to be in vogue for metal bands. So I already have this negative attitude about the show that I'm going to conciously have to fight in order to enjoy the band I want to see.

Anyway, here's a little ditty from Dream Theater from the Train of Thought album:

Oh how the mighty have fallen. As bad as the past decade has been for the Evil Empire State team, they have now gone from simply pathetic, to ridiculous, and it couldn't happen to a nicer bunch of gays, I mean guys.

It seems that Jason Giambi of the New York Yankees has a "magic"
golden thong he wears whenever he's in a hitting slump, much like 'Nuke' LaLoosh in the movie Bull Durham. And to make matters even more unmanly, he has often left said undergarment in the lockers of teammates in similar straits. Reportedly including, Johnny Damon, Derek Jeter, and Bernie Williams among others. Alex Rodriguez probably has his own collection, perhaps one for each day? They seem to get lost about October though.

Do you suppose they wash the thing before passing it around? And given that Giambi was a juicer, do you think it was a small to allow for shrinkage? The most disturbing thing for me personally is that one of the users was reported to be Robinson Cano, a member of my fantasy team. I feel dirty typing that.

As a Red Sox fan I am proud of the fact that even in our darkest moments of the past, our players never resorted to wearing lingerie.

Something that made me pause today; I stopped at the drive through ATM at the bank close to work, and as I was punching buttons, I noticed a metal plate with Braille instructions for using said ATM.
On the drivers side. Is this Ray Charles' branch of Suntrust? Or government run amok.

Speaking of government run amok, I see the democrat party is all upset with W for stating the fact that appeasement is an unviable foreign policy. He did not mention any names. And now I see dems coming out of the woodwork, using the phrase "politics stops at the waters edge." Also that we don't criticize presidents or presidential candidates on "foreign soil".

Now correct me if I am wrong but haven't we seen a steady stream of top dems including some of these very same people, hob-nobbing with some of our favorite despots world-wide, and using these glorified photo-ops to criticize the sitting president on everything from the war in Iraq to socialized medicine over the past seven and a half years? Hello John Kerry? Nancy Pelosi? Joe Biden? Charlie Rangle? Is this thing on?

Another thing that bothered me this past week was the press jumping on the Clinton campaign (Oh how rich that irony is!) for Hillary's showing among white voters in a recent primary. Racism!!
behind every tree. And yet Obama's take of the black vote was a higher percentage than the Clintonistas among whites. Can you say double standard.

Go Celtics!

It's been how long since I posted?!

Wow, sorry about that! I've gotten so involved in fantasy baseball, I've neglected my faithful readers. I'll try to do better. On the plus size I'm tied for first and settling in as the lowest of the upper tier teams. I'm going to have to make at least 1 or 2 moves to up my scoring, but I'm a little more comfortable for the long haul.

Anyway, here's a couple of clips of a brassy funk band I recently discovered. Who knew the trombone could be so cool.

Nils Landgren Funk Unit with Maceo Parker...





...and with Sweden's answer to the perky Katie Couric...