“That’s a foul,” he yelled during what seemed like every offensive possession. “THANK YOU,” was his response when the game officials appeared to agree.
I think I’m the one outsider in a sense as I’ve never met Travis in real life, although we’ve had a ton of email conversations going back and forth for years. Travis helps me run Viva The Matadors and I’m eternally grateful for that.
First posts are like first impressions so obviously there’s no pressure. Here goes.
The men are reluctant to talk about it openly, but from what I can gather the first time was a disaster.
Sometimes when its really late and most have retired to their tents Keith and Steve will talk about the horrors in very vague terms. While nursing the night’s final Rum & Coke they stare hollow-eyed into the glowing embers of the camp fire. It’s cathartic for them to share their memories with each other, so I slink down in my chair hoping they forget I’m there.
I began my controversial campaign to have Bob Seger kicked out of America almost a year ago. At times it felt as if the movement was gaining ground and I could vividly picture the washed-up, old, whiney singer crying as he was hauled away, forced to live out his days in some foreign land.
Recently Nissan launched an ad promoting the sale of their Sentra model which featured the longtime party anthem “Mony Mony,” as its centerpiece. The ad is upbeat and catchy, which does a terrible disservice to those of us that will be paying for a wedding in the next decade or two. If in fact the song finds new life and DJ’s feel compelled to play the song (and its accompanying mystery, crowd-sung lyric) at gatherings nationwide, we as paying parents are doomed.
The commercial also made me wonder: what mad genius came up with the words that seem to fit so seamlessly into the song and are now considered a perfectly normal third stanza?