Johnny Podcast is back. Pulled in at 6:40 with windows down and some droning podcast playing loud enough for me to hear every word.
Okay, let’s go. It’s on.
If we’re going to listen to each other’s radios, I’m opening with Meat Loaf’s classic “Bat Out of Hell.”
Johnny Podcast is dug in. This is going to take higher firepower.
The heavy artillery. That can mean only one thing:
Sisqo - “Thong Song”
Lace up and Bass up. It’s game time.
DJ Hoarse just crossfaded into Public Enemy’s “Bring Tha Noize” - the high octane duet with Anthrax.
This version just kicks. Now I don’t even care if he turns down his podcast.
This is psychological warfare. The key is to maximize the distraction value.
Let’s go Broadway. I smell a sing-a-long coming.
🎶 Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes… 🎵
I got so caught up measuring a year in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee, I didn’t even notice Johnny Podcast fleeing the battlefield.
I’m almost sad now. I was about to roll right into the Gourds’ timeless bluegrass cover of Snoop Dogg’s “Gin and Juice.”
Oh, what the hell. I’m in the mood.
Anyway, we now return to our originally scheduled programming:
The full cast ensemble from the timeless classic, Nature, playing a little sunrise improv.
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…which contributed to 20 players bolting for other teams or the NFL
And then, having shot itself in only one foot, FSU picked an expensive, losing legal battle with its own league… while alienating their best remaining quarterback - which made him decide he’s done there.
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Now, FSU has managed to put itself in a position where, after making a national spectacle of itself, it has to go up against an actual powerhouse Georgia team with what’s left of its own disintegrating team.
FSU threw such an epic tantrum, it ensured high ratings…
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On the morning of 9/11, a casual friend of mine was on a high floor of the World Trade Center above where the first plane struck. He called another friend of ours to tell him he was trapped and it didn’t look good. He didn’t make it out.
There is a 9/11 memorial near me…
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It has the names of everyone who perished on 9/11 etched in marble.
The memorials sits high on a ridge with sweeping views toward New York City twelve miles east.
It’s a beautiful spot. I used to park there at sunrise with my son when he was a baby.
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Every time I visit the place, I walk the wall and find Tommy’s name.
We were only lightly acquainted. Our circles overlapped but our worlds only overlapped one weekend a year up in Saratoga.
Still, I look for his name as a duty of remembrance.
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So, I’m in a notorious mob hangout today. An Italian-sounding place. Panera. And there are two older guys about 5 feet away. Straight in front of me.
It isn’t entirely unheard of in my area to cross paths with some goodfellas. I live in Sopranos Country. It ain’t fiction.
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So, I’m trying to write but my table is facing theirs and I can’t help but overhear (mostly because I was eavesdropping, but still) and these two guys are talking about “The Chin” which I cleverly deduced was Vinnie “The Chin” Gigante from having watched quite a bit of cable.
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And then they roll on to talking about somebody who was low-level loansharking and another guy who something something I don’t know.
And then the one guy says “That’s all Gambino now…”
And I’m pretty much feeling like I’m wearing a wire at this point.
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I entirely understand people’s beef with “Do Something” Twitter.
However, there is a difference between screaming “DO SOMETHING” and agitating for our federal government to do *some specific thing*.
When we need something specific to be done and it isn’t being done, telling the people pushing for it to shut up isn’t being anti-‘Do Something Twitter’.
It’s being pro Do Nothing Government. It is literally working against our own interests.