Come Soon, Sweet Meteor O'Death!
Like any rational human being, I do not wish for my own demise. Even on days like today, when I'm struggling with health issues, and loneliness, and the weather is crummy, I can still find things that bring a smile to my face. For instance, I always enjoy watching the customers at my Wild Kingdom Bed & Breakfast, and listening as well as they serenade me..."It's the least we can do. You run a class joint." |
Thanks...
Anyway, the part of me that still cares about politics is down in the dumps today because attention whore and world-class asshat Donald Trump has announced that he'll be running for President as a Republican.
"Waaaaaaah! Pay attention to me, damn it!" |
For a splendid defenestration of this clown, please read this piece by the estimable Kevin D. Williamson. The headline alone is worth the price of admission.
In the meantime, the way the world is trending right now I think backing Sweet Meteor O'Death (SMOD) in 2016 makes all kinds of sense...
(Note: I'm sure the language mavens among my readers will recognize today's post title as an idiom. My grandmother on my mother's side used it every time something exasperated her, and I use it in her honor today to express my own exasperation.)
Things That Make Me Happy: Game of Kings Edition
"Watch me smoke this fool." |
Say "Hello" to Marsha
"Yes, I do go to 11. Thanks for asking." |
I named mine Marsha, and I enjoy her quite a bit, especially since she works well with almost all of my effects pedals. Alas, despite her small size and modest wattage, she is also rather LOUD (Marshall is famous for this), and that's what led to my acquisition of the Vox VT20+ practice amp you met here...
So, what does Marsha sound like? Well, here's a cool demo video by Andy Martin from Pro Guitar Shop:
Things That Make Me Feel Old: Sports Flashback Edition
So last night Stephen Curry and the Golden State Warriors brought the NBA season to a close by winning the title over LeBron James and the Cleveland Cavaliers, prevailing 105-97 in Game Six in Cleveland. The Warriors won the Finals 4 games to 2.I don't follow professional basketball all that closely these days, but in almost all of the coverage of last night's game it was mentioned that the last time the Warriors were NBA champions was the 1974-1975 season. I followed professional basketball VERY closely in those days, because I still played the game myself with my younger brother and others, at the local civic center, or sometimes on an outdoor court if the weather wasn't too hot.
I had gotten married on August 10, 1974, not long before the NBA season began. My bride-to-be and her girlfriends actually watched Richard Nixon's resignation speech on TV during her bridal shower on August 8. It all seemed surreal. Two days later, she and I exchanged vows in the Rose Garden at Loose Park, in Kansas City.
And before our first wedding anniversary, the Warriors won the NBA title in a shocking four-game sweep over the heavily-favored Washington Bullets, who were led by future Hall-of-Famers Wes Unseld and Elvin Hayes. As it happened, though, the Warriors had a couple of future Hall-of-Famers of their own, in Nate Thurmond and my hero Rick Barry.
It is difficult to explain to younger basketball fans just how great the players of that era were. Barry was my favorite because he was the best passing forward I had ever seen, as well as a brilliant scorer in his own right. He was the MVP of that season's Finals...
"You wore low-cut Adidas Superstars just like I did, didn't you?" |
I absolutely did, yes...
"I'm trying to imagine you playing basketball." |
And I'm trying to imagine you keeping your snarky opinions to yourself...
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