Renegade Five play Save My Soul live at swedish TV4
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Renegade Five play Save My Soul live at swedish TV4
Note- sports content… Jodi, you might just skip this one..
Big night for Team Sank tonight, we’re off the the much beloved (in this home) Golden State Warriors play the local lads, the Timberwolves. My relationship with the hapless Warriors goes deep, back to the days of Joe Barry Carroll, Sleepy Floyd and World B. Free. I have a lot of fine memories of some real characters.. Actually I remember, as a kid, idolizing Rick Barry and his famous granny free throws. I still remember Sleepy’s big game vs. the Lakers in 1987 where he went crazy for one night and scored something like 50 points. I remember sitting in an empty Oakland Coliseum to see the Twin Towers of Ralph Sampson and Hakeem Olajuwaan visiting us. It was only a few games after that where there was a famous shot of Ralph, being blind sided with the announcement of his trade to the “I’ve been traded WHERE?” Warriors. Ironically, Ralph is now seen often in the in Twin Cities as his son plays for the University of Minnesota.
Sparkplug 6th man and early Euro import Saranus Marciulionis, the Lithuanian Legend. Matter of fact, who remembers that Don Nelsons kid, also coach, Donny Nelson coached the Lithuanian Olympic team to a bronze medal in 1992? The best part of that team had to be their warmups.. Donn, leveraging Bay Area connections actually got the Grateful Dead to sponsor the team, resulting in the tie-died warmups and tee shirts in Lithuanian flag colors. The tee shirts were sold to raise money for the team.
I remember the big three, RUN TMC- Chris Mullin, Tim Hardaway and Mitch Richmond. That was some run and GUN hoops. 120 points a game were not uncommon. To bad they gave up 121 most of the time. The sense of disappointment when Richmond was dealt to the valley, the Kings for a poor Billy Owens, and man who was 180 degrees contrast from the always give it your all guy Mitch was. Billy was overweight and lazy.. with occasional sparks of goodness, and a presence at the free throw that would make Shaq look good. (he sucked in other words) We were there for the Chris Webber fisaco.. opting out of his deal after a year, which BTW, was the begging of the downward spiral. There was the pre-choke-your-coach thing Sprewell.
Who followed us to Minnesota BTW and was a key player in the Timberwolves ONE good season here in 21 years. Of course now Spre I hear is having some serious financial issues, yacht repossessed, mortgage default, and his spinner hub company unable to pay it’s bills. Probably a nice example of Kharma.
I remember when 7′ 7″ Manute Bol came to the team in Don Nelsons lifelong quest for a center. Manute was great shot blocker who always wanted to shoot 3 pointers. Since they guy weighed about 100 pounds in spite of his towering height, on offense the Warriors would have him hang out around the point line in an attempt to get the opposing center to have to drift back as well, lest they be called for the hard-to-explain 90′s version of the “illegal D”, sort of like offisides in soccer for my European friends.. you can explain it, but it’s hard to see on a court when it happens. Every so often, Manute would raise the ball over his head, (the ball would be about 10 feet off the ground as the guy could dunk without jumping) and line up one of his famous rim bending brick, the whole arean would start screaming NOOOOO as he got ready to shoot.. The few times he made it.. cheers would erupt.
Back then the Warriors used to fly commercial when they traveled and I remember one day flying to Phoenix to see the Warriors vs. Suns, (and my wife’s parents)on good old Southwest. Mrs S and I were walking through airport and she made the comment that “the Warriors are here, those guys look like basketball players.” This prompted a lecture from me on racism and why “just because you see a tall black person you shouldn’t assume they’re a basketball player”.
She stared at me pissoff like and pointed to Chris Mullin, the star of the team, who was also white and commented.. “Well smart-ass, then that Irishman is basketball player ” All of a sudden I started recognizing all the formally anonymous people around as players. When I turned around I found myself starting directly at Manute, more specifically, Manute’s belt buckle.. which was at my eye level. As we sat to wait for our flight, Warriors Guard Winston Garland asked us to watch his bag while he went to the can.. my brush with fame.
As it turns out the Warriors were on the flight before us, and were delayed while the airlines removed a seat from the plane so Bol could fit on the flight. When your over 7 and half feet tall, commercial airlines don’t offer enough legroom for you to sit. Neither do cars since he drove a Chevy Blazer modified so the rear seat was removed and the front drivers seat moved to back to the middle of the car so he could fit.
In the late 80′s, when Don Nelson came to the team the first time, was my first year as a season ticket holder. I spent every year at the Warriors until we moved here in 1995. Sad enough until last year, after living here for 14 years I could say that I was in attendance at the last Warriors home playoff game. Two years ago that stretch came to an fantastic end when Nellie stuck it his old squad, the heavily favored Dallas Mavericks.
So tonight, Mrs S and I, with our kids will be reminiscing the old days, a shitty local squad taking on our lads, also shitty in an empty arena. And we’ll have the same seats we had at the Warriors, about 3 row off the floor, on difference is the seats we’re sitting in the same seats printed on our tickets. In the old days, that was never the case.
There are a few things that bring dear Sank sheer joy on all occasions, this week I’ve experienced them, a trip to Tahoe, Laphoraig Scotch and watching the Dallas Cowboys get their asses handed to them in an oldfashioned whooping. I mean, three straight fumbles, two returned for TD’s in one game? I can’t take this much joy.
Oh.. and the cherry on top.. Jerry Jackass Jones cast off Bill Parcels brings the Dolphins to respectability in one season. This is better than the knowing glance and bottle of wine.
The Twins awesome 2008 campaign came to it’s unglamorous end last night at the hands of the hated White Sox. Had they just been able to squeek ONE MORE game out the Royals season finale, they wouldn’t have even had to find themselves in Chicago, playing the Sox, two days after the official end of the season, to determine which team would represent the AL Central this week in St. Pete’s FLA against the newly-mighty Rays.
One game guys, thats all that was needed. In then end they wound up losing 1-0 on a one shot, Jim Thome HR in the 7th inning when starter Nick Blackburn left a change up up a bit in the zone. Big Jim got full extension on it and CRUSHED it. I’m pretty sure it went into the concession stand in the outfield upper deck. That thing was GONE.
So, the boys come home to day and clean out their lockers and go home for the winter. They were predicted by the experts to come in last this year, so Second isn’t soo bad.. it’s still the first place loser though.
If it’s any consolation, I’m sure the Sox, as well as the Twins, had they won, will not be around the post season for long. Neither team really wanted to win this, and neither one is all that good.
Found myself at the Vikings game today. The neighbor had and extra ticket and thought I’d enjoy the chance to go. These are new seats for him, they’re right next to players box where the wives and mom’s sit. As it was we sat right next to Vikings newly-benched QB Tavaris Jackson’s mother and brother. They didn’t seem all that happy to be at the game. I mean they did fly up from Alabama to watch their kid not start. One of the guys did have quite the bling however, a beltbuckle sized pendant that said T Jack on it in gemstones. I’m sure they were rooting for Gus F to fail so Tjack could get back in.
Speaking of gemstones, there were alot of, how shall we say, “hot” women in that box with some massive ice on their fingers. There were alot of kids in the box as well. I assume some were players kids. Just to show that we all put our pants on the same way, even when there are security guards between us and the fans, one of the little angels proceeded to do a massive technicolor yawn, spewing all over several of the folks in the box and causing a massive and near trampling as people scrambled to get away from the vomit.
The Vikes were fortunate enough to win today. Their defense was outstanding, again. Their offense was just OK. Adrian Peterson is getting keyed on every play really making it difficult for him to get open, he only had 77 yards. Chester Taylor only had 44, but his 44 looked better than AD’s 77.
Some people are soo negative
I’m one of those people.
Mrs S, supporting the local high school swim team purchased a bunch of tickets for their annual Steak Feed. I’m not upset about buying tickets for steak feed, I love the kiddies, especially swimmers, although I don’t know why we don’t have Water Polo in Minnesota, that was a big deal in California. Anyway, what I’m upset about is she had every intention of taking me to the steak feed and forcing me to eat it.
Well in a Lazy Lightening like review… it sucked. I’m not a potato guy, especially baked potato’s. I’m a HUGE salad guy, but a handful of iceberg lettuce out of a bag ain’t a salad. And, I ain’t eating iceberg lettuce anyway, it has no known nutrient for heavens sake. The “steaks” were long stringy looking things, that weighted about 2 oz each before cooking. So breezing through the line I passed on the potato, the salad, grabbed a roll and got a steak. The lady at the end of the line, on seeing my selections commented that I wasn’t eating healthy not having a veggie. My underbreath comment- “Serve a freakin’ veggie and I’ll eat it.”
We found a table with our scout friends. I sat down and dug into the meat. As G-d is my witness, was absolutely terrible, perhaps the worst piece of meat I’ve ever had since my father BBQ the stroganoff beef ass in 1976. Tough, stringy and with a weird flavor and odd texture, foul. I stopped at two bites. Mrs S looked at me and knew what was happening. I could see “food snob” on her face. The scout lady looked at me and asked.. “you don’t like salad”, “I love salad, I don’t like this.. ” and started up on my canned speech about the horrors of iceberg lettuce. My daughter asked “You like potato’s, why don’t you eat one? ” “My dear, when was the last time I ever made a baked potato?” Red answered for her “Never”. Yup. At the cabin I make baked yams and sweet potato’s, but never regular potato’s. I hate them. They’re only good with mountains of dairy products and pig flesh. If you want a bacon sourcream dip, eat that, just put in something better than a tasteless white spud.
“But” she asked, “What about the meat?” Mrs S stared in a way that said.. “not one negative word dude… ” I replied, “Didn’t we just place bets on this meat three weeks ago when we all went to the track?”
Mrs S rolled her eyes and said “Can’t you just choke it down and shut up… jeeze everyone else likes it..” “Well DEAR.. everyone else in here is voting for McCain so what does that tell ya…” At that point she compared me to male genitalia or guys named Richard.. can’t tell which. About that time my beautiful daughter piped… “Something is wrong with my meat, the knife doesn’t work” It’s cut proof dear. Then Red “My meat tastes funny” “Its horse son” which started my daughter to screaming. One of the guys with us took a bite, made a face and suddenly had to wipe his face with his napkin, discreetly evacuating his mouth of the foul flesh. “I’m done” was his response. “so am I” was the echo all around the table. Looking at Mrs S, she had joined the Clean Plate Club.. On the way out she commented “you people never HAD to eat anything as a kid I assume. You’re so F’n pickey”.
Life is to short for crappy food, coffee, wine and beer.
Well here we go again Twins fans.. hope and optimisim dashed again by the reality of no pitching. Prior the All Star break there certainly was some reason for hope for this team. They did a bit better than I thought they would. Then came Texas.. a great series for the local boys, they kick’d.
Meanwhile, in New York last weekend at this time, Manager Joe Girardi was being interviewed by the local media. In conversation all of the teams attention was about the upcoming series with Boston and how the team was preparing. Local fans were outraged. Boston? What about the Twins? The Twins were going into Yankee Stadium before the Yanks headed to Boston.. we’re they worried about the redhot Minnesota Twins?
I love the Twin, but as I explained to my workmates, if I were the Yankees I wouldn’t be worried about these guys either. BLASPHEMEY. I know but I’m a realist.
Lets face it, under Ron Gardenhire the Twins are 3-19 in New York. We have no starting pitching, and we haven’t really beat any “good” teams.
So into New York the lads go. And out they came three days later with their tails tucked securly between their legs. Friends, it was men against boys. Over three games they lost by a combined total of 7 to 25.. yeah.. then last night a loss to Cleveland and our ship is taking on water kids.
Bottomline, they will have to win the division to make the playoffs, the wildcard won’t be coming from the Central. And if they make the playoffs… it’s gonna be a short run.