Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Number 37 In Your Programs, Number One In Your Hearts

You’re supposed to sit on your ass and nod at stupid things
Man, that’s hard to do
And if you don’t, they’ll screw you
And if you do, they’ll screw you, too

And I’m standing in the middle of the diamond all alone
I always play to win
When it comes to skin and bone

And sometimes I say things I shouldn’t, like…
And sometimes I say things I shouldn’t, like…

5 Comments

  1. Big fan of the Spaceman and the Expos when I was kid.

    • Luther Von Baconson

      July 15, 2016 at 7:22 pm

      Jarry Park, The Big Owe……………Youppi. Steve Rogers, Woody Fryman, Rusty Staub

      at a lacrosse tourney (we got our asses kicked by some big kids from Biggar, SK) in Montreal (’79). we went to the Big O, saw him pitch & drank Les Laurentides in the nosebleed seats. one of our coaches who was blotto fell down the escalator and somehow managed to shut it down…there were sparks, bad electrical sounds, and whatnot.

      • Saskatchewan grows em big

        • Luther Von Baconson

          July 15, 2016 at 8:02 pm

          they did this thing when they came out on the floor. they trotted in a line alongside the boards around the rink and butt-ended the boards really hard in unison. chanting some weird shit (speaking in tongues possibly). several of us, including myself, shat our pants. we tried to rally with our own cheer which was “Horsecock! Horsecock! Ya got It? Use It.” that just made them angrier. they were all easily a foot taller, 30-50 lbs heavier, well past puberty….man hairs. we maybe had a few goat hairs & penises still like budding acorns. during the game one of our guys got his chin split open, blood everywhere. our goalie boycotted during the 2nd period. i somehow managed to get a few goals to make it look good, but still wince when reaching for the Mallos in the kitchen cupboard.

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