Friday Afternoon Interlude (Last Licks of Summer Blues Edition)
Summer’s end draws near, and we’ve had a couple days of rain here. Today it’s just drizzling, like it was when I left the house yesterday morning. Of course, by the time I was halfway into the office, the rain had picked up, but I wasn’t feeling like wearing a raincoat. I mean, really, unless you have fenders, it’s just better to grin wildly and get into the puddle-stompin’ love of being soaked through and through.
Fenders, and a rack, are on the shopping list for this weekend, but it was nice not to have ‘em for a day. Ridin’ in the rain’s a good time. Hey hey hey, quit lookin’ at my gut, you might cut your eye on my abs of steel.
To which you might reply: “Looks like you steel got about 10-20 lbs of last winter left on ya.”
To which I might reply, “Good one. I saw what you did there.”
What else is in the news… ah, yes, watched Obama’s speech from his stadium concert, and I gotta say he’s in top form. Whatever questions I had about whether or not he was prepared to really take it to McCain have been answered, and I like the way he’s doing it.
I remember, probably with some missing and/or added details, an anecdote about Jerry Rice, as told by Ricky Watters. Ricky had just come to the Niners and was training with Jerry, doing Rice’s legendary workout, a brutal uphill run stretching over 4 miles. After a while, Ricky’s hurting but mostly keeping up with Jerry and mentions to their trainer (riding with them on a bike) that he’s in better shape than he thought he was. The trainer kinda laughs and says, “Yeah? Watch this. Hey Jerry! Afterburners!” Rice breaks into a sprint, blasts up the hill, and leaves a stunned Ricky Watters behind like he was standing still.
McCain’s been hanging within single digits for most of the summer, but I have a feeling we’re about to see Obama kick in the afterburners. We’ll see.
I got nothin’ else of consequence. Hoosaboot I shut up and play some music? Here’s Chicago punk rock legends Naked Raygun performing “Suspect Device” with the help of Stiff Little Fingers’ Jake Burns. Feels good, aye.
“How fuckin’ cool was that?!”
Tags: Entertaining Interludes
August 30th, 2008 at 12:10 pm
Hey, I think I’ve walked right past there (your rainy photo) umpteen times, so we must work right down the street from each other. Look for the black and red kid seats down K past Farragut Square.