Thursday, June 13, 2013

The Listens, this day, 12 June 2013

This is what I listened two pretty much the last period and the first overtime of the Blackhawks/Bruins first Stanley Cup game, instead of NBC's announce crew:

"Ain't Waitn'"      Justin Townes Earle
"Emmylou"       First Aid Kit
"Conversation"      Ten Bartram
"Wasted Youth"      Meat Loaf
"Rag Doll"      Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons
"Unspoken"        Weezer
"Fall Down or Fly"       Lindi Ortega
"Midnight Sun"       the Dex Romweber Duo
"Spacewalk"     the Rev. Horton Heat
"Tarzan Boy"        Baltimora
"Sketches of Spain"     the Pogues
"Mama's Opry"       Iris Dement
"Lasagna"      Weird Al Yankovic
"Pressure"      Billy Joel
"Dance to Another Tune"     First Aid Kit
"Back in Black"        AC/DC
"Turn Blue"          Iggy Pop
"You Took my Breath Away"        Travelling Wilburys

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Hockey vs. Sleep

Work is not my favorite, lately.  Too many days wandering in on 4 hours sleep, or so.  Plus, through chance, I tend to be working during the games of the playoffs that have people talking the next day.

I have been awake since 2:45 this morning for work.  Wednesdays suck, by the way.

But here I am.  Bruins, Blackhawks 18 minutes plus into an overtime.

This is good stuff, guys.

Tommy needum sleep.

But Tommy likum hockey.


Sunday, June 02, 2013


I like baseball.

A lot.

But, I get really tired of hearing about when games run into the wee hours of the morning, with a day game to be played later on.  Last night, Cleveland and Tampa played until nearly 3 AM, due to various rain delays, with a game to be played 10 hours later.

Lotta hand-wringing with the media, and even a couple of players.

Grow the fuck up, please.

Here lately, I've done one turn and burn shift a week.

A Turn and Burn is where I go to work at 1 PM, close the store 10 hours later, and leave somewhere between 11:15 and 11:30, if I'm lucky.  Then, I drive for thirty minutes, get home somewhere around midnight, and wander toward bed somewhere around 12:30.  Then, if I'm lucky, after 4 1/2 or 5 hours of sleep, I get up and go to work for 10 more hours.

Sometimes I do it twice a week.

And I do it for less than 15% of the minimum annual baseball salary.

I do it for roughly 1.8% of the average baseball player's salary of 2.3 million.

I don't know.  For 2.3 million a year, I'd go every day on 4 hours sleep.

I'd be a crabby-ass millionaire.  But I'd do it.