Where you gonna go,
my friend,
where you gonna hide?
There’s not a hole
in Frisco, friend,
deep enough,
or wide.
my friend,
where you gonna hide?
There’s not a hole
in Frisco, friend,
deep enough,
or wide.
Loneliness at 2am,
you’re hidden and afraid.
Coffee table, reading glasses,
a desire to get laid.
On the backs of dead people,
the ideas of the moon,
lone riders sweat through
the night,
my friend,
waiting on the end.
There’s so much to tell the three or four of you, but I won't get to much of it. You'll see why.
On Saturday, Alexis and I drove to West Lafayette to watch the Purdue Boilermakers beat the crap out of the #2 rated Ohio State Buckeyes. It was the greatest game in Purdue football history. I’m sure of it. I’ve been going to Ross-Ade Stadium for more than 50 years. That should give me some credibility on this.
It was wickedly cold and windy. Alexis and I parked in Lot T and were gonna open the hatch and tailgate. We had bought chicken salad from Butterfingers and some sides from Strack & Van Til. But it was too windy. We wound up sitting in the front seat of the car eating sandwiches and drinking beer. For whatever reason, this hot Mexican chick is still with me. It’s almost 30 years since we first met.
My dad took the media tickets. As a radio station that’s been carrying Purdue games longer than I’ve been going to them, we get two tickets in the media room and some tickets out in the stadium. Typically, I don’t like to sit with the media. It’s warm and there’s food and no lines at the bathroom.
But you can’t drink beer and cheer, which is what Boiler fans like to do. Early in the week, my dad called me – “Don’t worry. I’ll take the media tickets. You can have the seats.”
Thanks, dad. I didn’t figure it out until later that the old gray fox had checked the weather report. He knew it was gonna be freezing with a 30-mile-an-hour wind. He watched the four hour game from the comfort of a seat in the media room. Alexis and I had hand-warmers inside our gloves.
But it was worth it. Boy, was it worth it. We beat Ohio State 49-20. I’m not kidding. Alexis and I got home after one in the morning, spent, cold and satisfied. Our feet didn’t even warm up fully until Sunday morning.
In the meantime, I’ve been working my ass off on radio, TV, teaching, going to school and getting out into the community. There’s also developing an app and a website and directing a dozen employees. The three or four of you read this blog to understand how I turn a couple sleepy radio stations into a local TV powerhouse. You don’t come here to listen to me whine about how much work it is.
It’s a weird time in politics, by the way. Tonight, someone sent a bunch of bombs to the Clintons, the Obamas, a general, a couple congressmen and some others. All Democrats. It’s another chapter in the story of how we have managed to separate ourselves from ourselves. I say I enjoy the entertainment along the way, but sometimes it gets to be too much. Every morning, I talk about the circus. Most of the time, it consumes me. Sometimes, it spits me out.
In the middle of it all is Donald Trump. He’s one of a kind. I don’t know whether he’s a narcissistic liar or the most forceful leader ever in America. He can rile up a country like no one in history. It’s good radio. It’s not good for the heart.
That should do it for now. This is probably a bit disappointing for the three or four of you. I mean, what did I actually say in 600 words other than I’m dead tired and don’t have anything left to write a blog? It’s been nice hanging out, though. Let's do it again some time.
you’re hidden and afraid.
Coffee table, reading glasses,
a desire to get laid.
On the backs of dead people,
the ideas of the moon,
lone riders sweat through
the night,
my friend,
waiting on the end.
There’s so much to tell the three or four of you, but I won't get to much of it. You'll see why.
On Saturday, Alexis and I drove to West Lafayette to watch the Purdue Boilermakers beat the crap out of the #2 rated Ohio State Buckeyes. It was the greatest game in Purdue football history. I’m sure of it. I’ve been going to Ross-Ade Stadium for more than 50 years. That should give me some credibility on this.
It was wickedly cold and windy. Alexis and I parked in Lot T and were gonna open the hatch and tailgate. We had bought chicken salad from Butterfingers and some sides from Strack & Van Til. But it was too windy. We wound up sitting in the front seat of the car eating sandwiches and drinking beer. For whatever reason, this hot Mexican chick is still with me. It’s almost 30 years since we first met.
My dad took the media tickets. As a radio station that’s been carrying Purdue games longer than I’ve been going to them, we get two tickets in the media room and some tickets out in the stadium. Typically, I don’t like to sit with the media. It’s warm and there’s food and no lines at the bathroom.
But you can’t drink beer and cheer, which is what Boiler fans like to do. Early in the week, my dad called me – “Don’t worry. I’ll take the media tickets. You can have the seats.”
Thanks, dad. I didn’t figure it out until later that the old gray fox had checked the weather report. He knew it was gonna be freezing with a 30-mile-an-hour wind. He watched the four hour game from the comfort of a seat in the media room. Alexis and I had hand-warmers inside our gloves.
But it was worth it. Boy, was it worth it. We beat Ohio State 49-20. I’m not kidding. Alexis and I got home after one in the morning, spent, cold and satisfied. Our feet didn’t even warm up fully until Sunday morning.
In the meantime, I’ve been working my ass off on radio, TV, teaching, going to school and getting out into the community. There’s also developing an app and a website and directing a dozen employees. The three or four of you read this blog to understand how I turn a couple sleepy radio stations into a local TV powerhouse. You don’t come here to listen to me whine about how much work it is.
It’s a weird time in politics, by the way. Tonight, someone sent a bunch of bombs to the Clintons, the Obamas, a general, a couple congressmen and some others. All Democrats. It’s another chapter in the story of how we have managed to separate ourselves from ourselves. I say I enjoy the entertainment along the way, but sometimes it gets to be too much. Every morning, I talk about the circus. Most of the time, it consumes me. Sometimes, it spits me out.
In the middle of it all is Donald Trump. He’s one of a kind. I don’t know whether he’s a narcissistic liar or the most forceful leader ever in America. He can rile up a country like no one in history. It’s good radio. It’s not good for the heart.
That should do it for now. This is probably a bit disappointing for the three or four of you. I mean, what did I actually say in 600 words other than I’m dead tired and don’t have anything left to write a blog? It’s been nice hanging out, though. Let's do it again some time.
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