Now I can Die a Happy Man.

The other day I’m walking my class to a nearby park for some self-esteem enhancement and for some quality journal reflection time, when, from a half-a-block behind me I hear a moving car and a familiar rock’n’roll ditty blasting from its stereo.

Ladies and Gentlemen: I present to you, STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN, by those crazy lads from West Bromwich and Kidderminster, England, Led Zeppelin! I couldn’t frickin’ believe it. Stairway to HEAVEN!! When’s the last time you heard somebody crankin’ up Stairway to Heaven from their car stereo? The best part? The driver was some 16-17 year-old, long-haired punk, who was apparently skipping school; AND he was driving Mommy’s red Chrysler Sebring, convertible. “Nice wheels dude!! You got any Deep Purple in there?!”

“And there’s a wino down the road!!.....” Or something like that; I never could figure out what the hell he was saying.

Video Link of the Week--Lewis Black

Lewis Black is tremendously funny and this video from the Daily Show is hysterical. "Good News from Iraq!" Enjoy. (oh, you might want to pause it for a little bit to let it load up some.)

Who is your Favorite Twin Cities Broadcaster?

This one comes from a buddy of mine who wrote it after the passing of some guy who used to announce Twins games.

Anyway, here’s a poll he posted somewhere. Be sure to leave your voting commentary!

Another golden voice has gone silent with the passing of Herb Carneal. What a gem. One of the last of an era. Let us now reflect on the dulcet tones of Twin Town broadcasters, past and present. Who is your favorite on the mike? Vote now!

o Herb Carneal; I loved him like a brother. A gay brother.

o Kevin Harlan; First broadcaster to "Go up high and bringit down hard". Except for Marv Albert.

o "Golden" Ray Christensen; Made 56-0 drubbings sound like rousing good times.

o Al Shaver; What I wouldn't give to hear "Maxwell with aleft, another left, another left..." one more time.

o Frank Mazzaco: I dig the energy, and I love the rug. A very old-school and road-kill-inspired look. Do I see a tail?

o Tom Hanneman; My baby has trouble sleeping...but not when the Wolves are on.

o Danny "Gladman" Gladden; A former player with a unique
perspective. Plus he kicked Lombo's ass.

What do you do when you spit a fleck of hot dog bun on the guy sitting in front of you at the Twins game?

I’m at the Twins game last night, and I’m explaining to my 9 year old son the beauty and skill involved in Torii Hunter’s tag up from 2nd base to 3rd base, on a long fly ball to right-center field.

Unfortunately, for the twenty-something sitting in front of me, I hadn’t quite finished off one of my seven, $1.00 hot dogs and I promptly projected a fleck of soggy bun onto the dude’s hair. The guy had that kind of spiky hair that pretty much every white guy under the age of 26 maintains, any my fleck, for I still considered it mine, rode about halfway up one his shorter hairs, in what I consider to be the “Pine-Needle Region,” located in the upper-back portion of the cranium.

My immediate reaction was to try and fish it out of there, but, thankfully, I stopped myself figuring it would only cause much embarrassment to both parties. Though it would have generated wonderful Blog material.