Thursday, September 3, 2015

Always the last when the cream is shared out

When I was preparing to go on the Salty Dog Cruise in March I had never really listened to Flogging Molly. So, in the weeks leading up to the cruise, I set my various radio apps to FM stations. I kept hearing a band I assumed was them and, I really liked them, but every time I would check it was actually Dropkick Murphy. I wasn't disappointed with FM at all on the cruise. I was just disappointed DM wasn't also on the cruise.

Anyway, I will be pretending to golf next week at a DM fundraiser. I am more than a little nervous about the golf (I sucking fuck at golf) but really excited about everything else. Plus, I have always wanted to go to Boston. I may have to take a Lakers shirt.

I found out I was going to Boston after I wrote this: Off To Find My Wooden Leg

You don't have to be a Buckeye fan to hate Michigan.

College football starts tonight. PAC-12 against the conference that cannot count past ten.

I can tell you there will be countless Two Utes text messages, tweets, utterances all night tonight.

I don't feel like writing anymore.

This song reminds me of my dad. He was a big union honk. If it wasn't for the union, he wouldn't have been able to take us out of the barrio and into a shot at a normal life. #truestory

Postscript - I am getting followed on twitter by a lot of Houston Texans Cheerleaders. I feel like a pretty, pretty princess.

Post-postscript - the Celtics still suck.

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