just who fell
And who’s been left behindWhen you go your way and I go mine (Dylan)
He’s gonna call on you
But he’s badly built
And he walks on stilts
Watch out he don’t fall on you
a wonderful world of alcohol and sometimes hockey ramblings....a great place to get drunk or fantisize about being drunk.
just who fell
And who’s been left behindit's cool and breezy
I wish that i could be there right now
just passin time ( N. Young)
well, unfortunately i will not be able to come home this weekend for the PC's Monmouth Park trip, and i will not be returning to beloved Brooklyn for the 250th Birthday of this great nation......all my grand , delusional plans about revisiting the Bicentennial were met with shrugs and yawns.....and so i have now set my sights on Blisstock.
I have been assured that Blisstock will happen on Saturday Sept 19th, and the following day is the annual Chris Hoban run at Xaverian High School......I am busy booking trains and hotels and i now expect t o be in Brooklyn the 17th through 20th........Thurs 9/17 is shaping up as a Bayridge day drinking day......Friday holds the possibility of Golf ....stay tuned
I saw a pathetic advert on Instagram from the 9/11 Museum....they are now selling engraved cobblestones for anywhere from $125 to $2,500 (depending on placement) so you can honor a loved one forever........not trying to be cynic....just envisioning NYC in another 20, 30, 50 years.....controlled and run by moslems.....holding picnics on the WTC plaza.......urinating into the fountains and mocking the dead cobblestone remembrances.........I purchased a brick at the entrance to MSG about 25 years ago.....it was to benefit their Garden of Children foundation and i paid homage to my favorite MSG moment.....MATTEAU MATTEAU.........my brick would be on the steps leading into the main entrance forever.........yeah, never forget too........it lasted 10 or 15 years until they redid the entrance and decided NOT to put the bricks back down.......oh well.....like PT Barnums says "there's a sucker born every minute"
i remained thoroughly disappointed with POTUS.....it is clear to me that he is entering this 60 day rain delay with Iran to lower gas prices before the midterms.......he didn't drain the swamp, he's drowning in it..........well, as PT Barnum says......yeah, you know the thing.
wish me luck....this Saturday in Southport NC i will attempt a 5K........i have not run a race since the Spring Lake 5 over 2 years ago.........but i am in the gym 4 or 5 days a week and have been laboring on the treadmill, so i know i will finish......just hope i don't finish last.
2+3= BEEER
Everybody seems to wonder
What it's like down here
I gotta get away
from this day-to-day
running around,
Everybody knows
this is nowhere.
in a crowded hazy bar,
dancing on the light from star to star (N. Young)
The Carolina Hurricanes and coach Brin'Damor have been flirting with the cup and building to this moment for the last 8 years......many of times the press and most fans have said they will NOT win the Cup without a legit goalie.........Freddie Andersen just wasn't the Goalie to get it done...
This year again they entered the playoffs with Andersen between the pipes....and i said in private that they are good enough to get to the Conf Finals, and may the Cup Finals; but they won't win with Freddie in net.
This year through the first 3 rounds he was unbeatable.....came up huge in the clutch and help carry the team through the first 3 rounds with a 12-1 record........BUT......suddenly in the finals he was human....the Golden Knights put 5 on the board in the opener and seemed to have his number....in a wild period of game 3 they put 6 pucks in the net (2 were disallowed ) in the 2nd period and Freddie was lifted.
In stepped Brandon Bussi......a 26 year old journeymen minor leaguer with 0 post season career wins...a kid from Long Island that had bounced around the minors after college and was picked up off waivers back in October.........and he shut the Knights down in the 3rd period and first OT before giving up a fluke goal in double overtime........so he earned the right to start game 4 and was brilliant......same in game 5.....and last night earned the shutout in the Cup clinching game.
a strange turn of fortune for Andersen who was an incredible 13-2 before being yanked......but he didn't sulk, hang his head, bitch to the media or complain.....he was part of a team and so was Bussi.......like Taylor Hall he wanted to win a cup by any means, whatever role was asked.
Last Night after Winning on the strip....the Stanley Cup was handed to Captain Jordan Staal.....after skating around triumphantly with the Chalice raised high for all of Nevada to see, it was time for Staal to pass it off to a teamate........guess who ? Yes, of course....Freddie Andersen.......and nobody was more pleased that Brandon Bussi ......yep....Hockey is different.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye
And I'm getting blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays
I want to love you but I'm getting blown away
Congratulations to the Original Dutch settlers of New Amsterdam and to Knick fans everywhere....hard fought, well deserved title to a good group of guys that really earned and deserved this title.....Jalen Brunson stands in complete contrast to all the imposters of other NY teams that accept Millions of Dollars and shrink and implode in the spotlight....he scored 45 points (15 in the 4th quarter) of a championship closeout game.......that is a star worthy of his contract......
Beware of greedy leaders
They take you where you shouldn't goI aimed my hand
At the mongrel dogs who teachWatching the Knicks game 3 of the NBA finals and i was getting aggravated and quite frankly sick to my stomach. The false idol worshipping of Patrick Ewing and his era of Knick underachievers....they went to the finals twice and lost both times.....his entire tenure was one of high expectations and bitter disappointment. Broken promises and worthless, laughable guarantees.
Now i am old enough to remember the 1973 Championship team very well, and i am grateful that my brothers woke me up for the 4th quarter of the clinching game from Los Angeles, after midnight on a school night.....and i was lucky enough to go to a half dozen reg season games at MSG and sit in the Red Seats that year , compliments of Pfizer pharmaceutical ......but the real era for me came soon thereafter......in my teen years i was blessed to watch perhaps the Greatest Knick of them all.....or at the very least a stone chiseled member of Mt Rushmore.
Bernard King was the best i ever saw wearing blue and orange.....he did not have the supporting cast that Frazier, Monroe, Bradley, Reed and Debuscherre had.......he had to carry the Team and he did.....the bigger the game, the better opponent, the higher stakes........the brighter he shined.......I specifically remember the 1984 playoff run......he broke fingers on each hand and played the last week of the season and the playoffs with soft casts and fingers taped together......imagine having to live like that ? imagine trying to dribble a basketball or shoot around.......now try to imagine doing that against Parrish and Mchale............after knocking off the Mighty Pistons by avg 42 points a game and shooting 60% from the floor, MR King carried the Knicks up to Boston.....in an epic 7 game series against the eventual champs....Bernard avg 29 points, 5 rebounds and 3 assists.........with their backs against the wall and facing elimination in game 6......He scored 44 points and willed the team to victory.
I watch the Knick fans today, fighting each other and the Police in Bryant Park and Times Square and i just can't relate.......the night of that game 6 in 1984 I was in the Old Imbiberie Pub.....we did not have MSG or Cable in Brooklyn yet and so the game was NOT on Television........so they muted the televisions and put the Knicks on the Stereo Radio.........we hovered under a speaker at one of the high tops and listened time and time again as Marv Albert punctuated each of Bernard's shots with his signature YES !!......King drives the lane , YES..........Bernard from the corner, YES......Bernard with a running one hander, YES !......it was the greatest game i never saw.........i went onto you tube TV about 15 years ago and finally found the extended highlights of the game......heart stopping, breath taking, a one man show..........they went up to Boston 2 days later on Palm Sunday , on the fabled parquet in a Garden matinee ; they came up way short......Bird went Off and Bernard was double and triple teamed....Truck Robinson and Rory Sparrow couldn't help at all....the C's of course went on the defat the lakers and win the Title......but i still feel that Bernard was the best player on the court that spring and he should've been the league MVP.
I wish this current team well......hopefully they can get it done.
today is June 10th......41 years ago this morning I left Brooklyn for the Great Lakes Training Facility.......where does the time really go ?
2+3=BEEER
My pathway led by confusion boats
Mutiny from stern to bownext month i am going to see MR. Bob Dylan in concert in Wilmington.......on the under card he has 73 year old Lucinda Williams, she is recovering from a major stroke a few years back and can no longer play guitar...but she still sings.......followed by the 75 year old Jimmy Vaughan, he had a triple bypass 3 years ago and last year had a battle with cancer..........and finally, the headliner; 85 years young Mister Zimmerman has been around for more than 1/3 of this Countries 250 years.....think about that ...amazing
He has contributed the soundtrack to the lives of more than a few generations of Americans and keeps right on chugging.....i think back to the early 1970's in my parents house, listening to Bob Dylan on the stereo, well before the bicentennial , never imagined that after the semi-quincentennial i would be seeing Bob in concert in North Carolina.......life is strange.
I think of all the other times that i have seen him live......i think of all the times i played his music on a jukebox in a bar......or listened to his music standing around a keg in the park, or the Top of the Stairs or at the beach....of all the old friends that bonded over his lyrics and or laughed over his quirks and quotes........i have zero expectations for the music....whatever we get will be greatly appreciated and accepted.....i just want to have a few beers and the near the stage, along the Cape Fear River, and take it all in...
Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind