FreeSeatVille
Stopped by my own private Waveland Avenue-type (free) skybox behind Nat Bailey's right-field wall this afternoon on my way into the lab (ya, I'm getting ready to climb into the cigar-tube again and so had some stuff to get ready).
Hung around and watched Janet and Wayne's kid jog to and from the left field corner a couple of times and chewed the fat with the denizens. Missed The Iceman from Bleacher Bums days of yore though - E. thinks she saw him when she and friends watched pretty much an entire game earlier in the week.
So.
What's it all about this time Alfie, you might (or might not) be asking.
Well...
Back in the days before the graphically browsable interwebz (i.e. hypercards and blinking cursors), I used to write various bits and pieces, often involving travel and ballgames, for an infamous print-only publication that was well-read amongst those who frequented the upper rows of then Section 9 (now 10) where even the most-favourite beer-hawkers feared to tread (at least without a full tray or seven).
And if I learned only one thing from my editor it was to always, always do your best to get free breakfasts on the Colorado Rockies when in Tucson.
Oh.
That, and there are no day games in Vegas (even if you stop to hit fungoes on the sand on the way there).
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Anyway...
Just in case you are looking around for a few things to read and/or listen to on a lazy summer Sunday evening...
...Sooey sure is saying a lot these days; 15 days, actually, and counting...
...Best thing I've read on the herd of elephants spilling out of America's living rooms into her streets this weekend is from Jelanie Cobb in the New Yorker...
...Speaking of The New Yorker......You want a whole hour of the hardest working man in print (even the Globe said so somewhere last weekend, I think)?....Well, Maron got down to brass tacks with David Sedaris recently and the revelations came from both side of the laptop...You will learn things, even if you've already read everything that Mr. Sedaris has written...Honest.
...Jenna Hope is back in Turkey showing us what is really going in Istanbul's streets...
...Thinking of looking for tickets for the upcoming Alabama Shakes concert?...They're all gone, so if you want to see it you're going to have pay through the secondary market nose (why are they still playing small rooms like the Orpheum anyway)?...At the other end of the music making spectrum you could do worse than the Postal Service, who are playing the QE on Tuesday (although it's not cheap either)...
...Finally...Our favourite low key/neighborhood musical hipster place, The PropHouse, is looking for a new home...They've even got a petition going...
...Will be back with more 'Tales of the Grifty City' soon (assuming, of course, that Mr. Maupin doesn't get litigious by then)...
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