So I was listening to Spotify at work today, checking out my Discover Weekly playlist (a great feature) when the song “Stars” came on. I know all the words
Last Friday I was in a bar with a few of my friends and, as often happens in bars, a statement of “fact” was made. It was stated that “Toad the Wet Sprocket” was one of the 5 best bands of the 90s. Now I’m perfectly fine with the concept of to each their own, but this struck me as complete and total hyperbole. We talked about it a bit and eventually he backed off the top 5 ranking, settling Toad into the top 15. Look Dave, I told that whole story without throwing you under the bus!
This occasion led to thinking, always dangerous, who are the best 5 bands of the 90s?
“The Life of Pablo” is more than just Kanye’s new album title, it’s become an existential question for Red Sox Nation. “What goes on in Pablo Sandoval’s life that makes him think its ok to treat ‘us’ this way?” It’s all over sports talk radio, all over the blogs, and papers that Pablo has wronged Red Sox Nation. Kayne probably didn’t think that when you typed ‘Pablo’ into Google News this week you’d get results about the Red Sox corpulent 3rd baseman ahead of his album, but alas Kanye finds himself in the shadow of Pablo’s potbelly.
Every year around this time I write a “State of the Red Sox Nation” report. I’ve never done it for all of New England sports, and since I’m hating on the Red Sox, probably the most I ever have, I’m going to cover all the teams so I don’t write ten thousand words on how much I hate she who will not be named on this blog.
I love TV and film. I spent what most would describe as too much time watching and considering these universes. I do most of that consideration with Jay. Sometimes that consideration is poignant. Sometimes its a back and forth dialogue. Then there was the tweet below….
Only @RiceTwist will binge watch Quantum Leap and give you the period relevant details and play by play in real time
— MisCast (@miscastmusic) July 21, 2015
As the last waves of 2015’s wake are slowly absorbed back into the ocean of each of our lives some of us look back at where that wake was. Or forward to the still water of our new wake. Rarely do we take a moment to appreciate the wake for it’s own magnificence.
As C3PO said in Return of the Jedi, “Here we go again.”
As we look into the week 13 of the NFL season I’m looking for some consistency. Not from a team or player, but from the league and it’s officials. While the NFL league administration gets a little too much flack for player behaviour, especially for players offending for the first time, because that is a relatively unpredictable, (Anyone who screws up a second time there is no excuse for and the NFL should be dealing with that with a far speedier process. See Aldon Smith.) the idea referees behaviour can’t be better controlled is ridiculous. Continue reading
Join me an adventure, a flight of fancy, if you will, as we travel the globe fighting Nazi’s while looking for the rarest of antiquities. That’s right boys and girls, it’s playoff picture time, this time full of Indiana Jones quotes, pictures and even some YouTube clips! Marvel at the Ark, drink from the Grail and, of course, bask in the splendor of the Lombardi Trophy! It’s an Indy quote for every team! Let’s get started!
First the division standings. Continue reading
It’s not official, but it’s inevitable at this point that David Price will top the mound for the Boston Nine in 2016, and the following 6 years, well, maybe. Here is the simple breakdown, and it really is simple.
2016 – 30 Million
2017 – 30 Million
2018 – 30 Million
2019 – 31 Million
2020 – 31 Million
2021 – 32 Million
2022 – 32 Million Continue reading