You made me cry when you said good-bye.  Ain’t that a shame, my tears fall like rain.  Ain’t that a shame, you’re the one to blame.  -Fats Domino

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go!  I wasn’t gonna write this week-end.  I was just gonna sit tight this week-end.  But then, then they turned out the light this week-end.  Turned the light out on Johnny Pesky. Like my main Popeye always says:  “That’s all I can stands, I can’t stands no more!”  I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore.  It is a travesty.  It’s a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham. Read More »

If you wanna know the real deal about the three.  Well let me tell you, they’re triple trouble ya’ll.  I’m gonna bring you up to speed.  -Beastie Boys

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! What’s crack-a-lacking sports fans?  It’s so close I can taste it.  Don’t waste it.  You gotta embrace it.  Marinate it and baste it.  It tastes like sunflower seeds.  It tastes like Red Man.  It tastes like eight dollar beer.  It tastes like peanuts and Cracker Jacks.  I don’t care if I ever go back.  It tastes like baseball my friends.  Major League Baseball.  It tastes like Boston Red Sox baseball.  Take your shoes off, put your feet up, and be a Sox watcher.  I’m a Sox watcher.  I watch the Sox.  The Boston Red Sox.  Better than a bagel and lox.  Tastier than whiskey on the rocks.  Here’s one for the bleachers and the upper tier.  Versatile like All-Temp-A-Cheer.  If you wanna drink, call Mr. Belvedere.  The Red Sox pitching staff.  Boston’s new big three.  Like my main little Ricky Pitino always says:  “Larry Bird is not walking through that door, fans.  Kevin McHale is not walking through that door, and Robert Parish is not walking through that door.”  No they ain’t.  You know who is?  Schill the Thrill is crashing through that door.  Josh Boom Boom Becket is bashing through that door.  D-Nice is smashing through that door.  Gy-ro-myte!   Just like Sonny Bono on the Love Boat, Boston’s new big three is gonna, “Smash it!  Bash it!  Hit it with a hammer and trash it!”  Smash, bash and trash opposing line-ups.  Make mincemeat out of ‘em.  They’ll tear those mieces to pieces.         Read More »

If you start me up. If you start me up, I’ll never stop. I’ve been running hot. You got me ticking, gonna blow my top. -Rolling Stones

Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! It’s go time. We’ll be playing ball in no time.  Tell and show time.  Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay.  My, oh my, what a wonderful day.  Plenty of sunshine headin’ my way.  Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay!  Wooo doggie!  Spring has sprung.  And you know that means, doncha?  Huh, doncha?  Ha ha ha!       Read More »

Sweet dreams are made of this.  Who am I to disagree?  Travel the world and the seven seas.  Everybody’s looking for something.  -Eurythmics

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  My feeble kung-fu can only hope to capture what Major League Baseball means to me.  The bestest of sports in this land of the free.  Oh, say can you see.  Five more days baby!  Five more days.  Five more days ’till baseball.  Opening day baseball.  Major League Baseball.  I live for this!  Like my main Joltin’ Joe always says:  “You look forward to it like a birthday party when you’re a kid.  You think something wonderful is going to happen.”           Read More »

Now you find the younger guys are putting up resistance and you’re almost beaten to the punch.  You better get out now because you’ll never go the distance and you’re almost beaten to the punch.  -Elvis Costello

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go.  Whatever happened to the great American heavyweight?  The Heavyweight Champeen of the World.  It used mean to something.  It used to mean a lot.  A whole lot.  It used to stir my pot.  It used to float my yacht.  But it seems so long ago, I almost forgot.  But I didn’t.  I remember.  Remember the good old days.  Boy, the way Glenn Miller played.  Songs that made the Hit Parade.  Guys like us, we had it made.  Those were the days.  Like my main man Jake LaMotta always says:  “I remember those cheers.  They still ring in my ears.   After years, they remain in my thoughts.”  Yes they do Jake, yes they do.          Read More »

You upset me baby, upset me baby.  Like being hit by a falling tree.  Woman, what you do to me.  -BB King

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Just a short one today.  Just a short one from the basketball court one today.  Butler Basketball.  Butler Bulldog Basketball.  Can they do this?  Do they have a shot?  Just what makes that little old ant think he’ll move that rubber tree plant.  Anyone knows an ant can’t, move a rubber tree plant.  But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes.  He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes.  In the land of the chalk, the Butler Bulldogs have high hopes.  No one can make this ram scram.        Read More »

Wo! I feel nice, like sugar and spice.  I feel nice, like sugar and spice.  So nice, so nice!  -James Brown

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  Life got you down, Binky?  You need a little pick me up?  Need a little feel good?  Need it real good?  Better than a Ferris wheel good?  Well, I got just the thing.  Just what the doctor ordered.  Like Wycleaf Jean, I am your doctor.  Here comes the doctor baby worry no more.  I will bring the remedy baby I will bring the cure.  Give you what you want and absolutely I am sure.  Like my main man Alexander Pope always says:  “Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be Blest.”  Three feel good stories of this spring.  Three stories of hope springing eternal. Three profiles in courage:        Read More »

For though there’s no sound of the cannon; and though there’s no smoke in the sky, I’m dropping the gun and the sabre, and ready for battle am I.  -Johnny Cash

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  I’m sick of hearing it.  Every yearing it.  Everybody’s Paul Revering it.  One if by land, and two if by sea.  And I, on the opposite shore will be, ready to ride and spread the alarm.  Spread the alarm of that old East Coast bias.  Spread the alarm that every Red Sox-Yankees showdown is treated like the World Series.  Spread the alarm that whenever a Phillip Hughes comes up, he’s hailed as the next Bob Gibson.  Bullet Bob Gibson.  Spread the alarm that a Daisuke Matsuzaka, who has never even pitched one game in the bigs, gets his mug pasted on the cover of every rag from Sports Illustrated to Better Homes and Gardens to Tiger Beat.  Wanna see my picture on the cover.  Wanna buy five copies for my mother.  Wanna see my smilin’ face.  On the cover of the Rolling Stone.  Dr. Hook style.  Tough!  That’s what happens.  That’s what happens when you’re the best division in baseball.  That’s what happens when every off-season you do your daggondenest to win the whole shabang.  Buying a pennant?  So what?  Them’s the rules.  That’s what happens when the best teams in baseball also happen to reside in the AL Beast.            Read More »

I’m a rebel, soul rebel.  I’m a capturer, soul adventurer.  Do you hear me?  I’m a rebel, rebel in the morning.  Soul rebel, rebel at midday time.  -Bob Marley

Public Service Announcement:  OK, here we go!  UNLV!  The Running Rebels!  They’re awesome baby!  Thatta way!  They live their life like there’s no tomorrow.  All they’ve got, they had to steal.  Runnin’ with the Rebels!  You gotta know, I loved the old UNLV squad.  Tumbleweed Tech.  Loved them.  Two snaps in a circle.  Thought they were the best college basketball team ever.  Ever!  You can Kareem me.  You can Dollar Bill Walton me.  You can David Thompson me.  Heck you can even Antoine Walker, Bill Russell, James Worthy and Scott May me.  I’m not budging.        Read More »

Blake Wheeler’s winning goal in OT to beat the University of North Dakota in the WCHA’s Final Five Hockey Tournament championship game betwen Minnesota Golden Gophers and University of North Dakota:

Peace out homies. Six Two and Even!