Happy Father’s Day Everyone.
First things first, let me add my voice to the growing throng who are pissed off as all hell at what happened in Vancouver this week. To my mind it was a perfect storm of emotion and alcohol fuelled mayhem that only needed a spark to explode. I believe that at the heart of the Vancouver riot there was a core element that was not there to celebrate game 7.
Who in their right mind shows up to a street party with a baseball bat or Molotov cocktail? This was not a riot based on the win or the loss of a hockey game in my opinion. This was a deliberate act by a core group of hateful people who were determined to twist the drunken emotion of a hopeful crowd into a violent orgy of hate. Mission accomplished. I hope you were stupid enough to get your picture taken by one of the hundreds of cameras present at the event.
Water Polo player caught red handed.
May you feel the hot breath of your new butch cellmate on the nape of your neck as he introduces you to life in jail! Bitch.
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I just finished watching a full slate of NFL games today. I don’t normally watch the American game but in an attempt to stay current with the manliest of conversations that will no doubt infest work tomorrow, I watched both final games.
Super Bowl XLV
In the afternoons first clash the Green Bay Packers battled the Chicago Bears. This was a hard game for me to pick a team to root for. I used to pull for Da Bears in my youth, but since I am surrounded by Cheeseheads at work I took the cowards way out and was rewarded with a Green Bay victory. The game was full of turnovers and a lifeless 3rd quarter almost put me to sleep. Da Bears fought back in the 4th but just didn’t have it in them to put Cheesehead Nation out of the running.
Green Bay Packers
In the second tilt, the NY Jets travelled to Pittsburgh to face the Steelers. To be totally honest I only caught bits and pieces of this game. I was enthralled with playing the Raving Rabbids on Wii. Thankfully my video game crashed on me with enough time to see the final minutes and Pittsburgh take the game by 5 points advancing to the Superbowl.
Being a fan of the Canadian game I really don’t get all of the nuances of the U.S. game. However since it is cold as all frozen hell outside and I was planning on having a lazy day anyway, it seemed the perfect fit.
Now I can successfully bullshit with the best of them tomorrow. Secure in my knowledge of scores and enough of the big plays to make it seem like I actually know what I am talking about.
Wish me luck!
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Visibly worn down and physically exhausted from everything we had experienced so far in New York, Dar and I treated ourselves to a short nap before heading out to the second night of incredible music.
The walk to Madison Square Garden seemed shorter this time our tired feet almost seemed to know the way. Perhaps tonight’s performance would be shorter than the marathon 6 hours of music we had rocked to the night before.
The event started out in familiar fashion, Tom Hanks addressing the crowd bringing out the still incredible Jerry Lee Lewis to open the show once again. The elderly rascal belted out Great Balls of Fire in classic form. Even going so far as to kick over his piano bench in a display of youthful enthusiasm.
Next up a red clad Aretha Franklin, took the stage with polished precision.
She rolled though a series of show tunes and a tribute to Atlantic Records co-founder Ahmet Ertegun, before bringing out her first guest of the evening. Annie Lennox, bravely showing her support for Aids research wearing a black Tee emblazoned with the slogan “HIV Positive”.
Annie Lennox joins Aretha Franklin
Posted in 25th Anniversary Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, New York
Tagged Ahmet Ertegun, Annie Lennox, Aretha Franklin, Atlantic Records, Billy Gibbons, Buddy Guy, Curtis Mayfield, Eric Clapton, Guitar Gods, HIV Positive, Jeff Beck, Jerry Lee Lewis, Jimmy Hendrix, Lennie Kravitz, Madison Square Garden, New York, Ray Charles, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 25th Anniversary, The Beatles, Tom Hanks, ZZ Top
OK, where was I, ah yes…. the morning of Day 2.
First of all let me put it to everyone who has never had the chance to visit New York City, that to see any meaningful part of it in the four days is absolutely futile. All that achieves is the overwhelming desire to go back and do it all over again. I also had given myself a task, to do my level best to eat my way across this city.
The previous night at Les Halles, engaged in conversation with a couple of delightful women Dar and I were given the basics of New York travel and the hot spots of the non tourist food scene.
Armed with that information and my stubborn insistence that we not eat breakfast at the hotel. We hit the streets with empty stomachs and open minds. Luckily for us a corner shop on the corner of 29th st and 6th Ave provided exactly what I was looking for. Inside the busy shop, people of all stripes crowded around the counter. The place had an energy to it, rushed but organized. My first taste of a proper NY Bagel with Lox served as breakfast as we headed up the street bound for the subway.
In planning our trip to NYC, people had tried to steer us away from using the subway, saying that they smelled of pee and homeless people. But being reassured that subways were the cheapest, easiest way to get around the city we charged on regardless. Finding the a station was the easy part, was it the right station to get up to central park… we had no idea.
28th Street Station