I have spent the last couple weeks settling back into the
old Cowslingers catalogue with the band in Leo’s basement. It is amazing to me that I can remember all
the lyrics to these songs I haven’t played for 13 years while I can’t remember
where I put my car keys. Yet, when the
band kicks in I can blabber back all these words like an auctioneer. The real key is to not think about it. In fact, when my mind wanders into “thinking”
instead of “doing” is when the wheels come off.
I am assuming I am like every other stiff up on stage trying to do their
best. You start to think about other
things when you sing. The mind
wanders. I can be doing a lyric and
think about what I had in my head when I wrote it. Maybe I don’t even think about the lyric but
start thinking about the black couch I wrote it on. Then maybe I think about how I had to lift it
up over the balcony because it wouldn’t fit in the staircase. Then I might remember how Joe from the
station helped me out that day. He
moved, didn’t he? Nashville maybe? Hey, I’m still singing! I even know where I am in the song. Wait…
What verse is this? That’s how it
goes wrong. Why do you think Guns N
Roses has those teleprompters on stage?
Axl Rose has sung “Welcome to the Jungle” at every single show they’ve
done since the band wrote it. Yet he
undoubtedly is thinking about if he paid his landscaper or filed some lawsuit
when suddenly it pops into his head “Is this where I say YOU KNOW WHERE YOU
ARE? YOU’RE IN THE JUNGLE BABY!”. Damn.
I wish we could afford teleprompters.
I haven’t been able to focus on football as much as I would
have preferred. I got my ass kicked in a
disastrous Week 17 of wagering. I knew I
was playing with fire on those games but what else can you do? There’s too much free time across the holiday
season yet little time to relax. The only
time I really felt serene during the holidays was a brief window of vivid dreaming
as I was fast asleep. Other than that,
it was running around consistently under self-imposed deadlines and projects. I need to accomplish two goals this
weekend. 1. Play that Cowslingers gig and not look like
an asshole while doing it. 2. Come up with a few NFL winners cocooned by a
fire and sparkling wine after attending the Browns Perfect Season Parade. These are attainable goals. It’s laying out quite nicely in fact.
Let’s get right to it.
The Buffalo Bills are in the Playoffs.
This is despite the fact that they clearly aren’t any good. They only got there by a miracle touchdown by
the Bengals, which in itself is almost impossible to fathom. There is a certain point where good fortune
just runs out. I remember a time when I
was on a roll in Vegas hanging out at the Bellagio Pool with a great looking
girl and thought “this is how my life is now”.
Then I lost all my money playing blackjack and the girl excommunicated
me back to my room at the bargain bin Stratosphere hotel. Shit turns fast. That’s how it will roll for the Bills this
weekend. Jacksonville -9.
I believe in the New Orleans Saints. They are in that perfect spot of having a rock
solid defense, talented veteran QB, and win by controlling the ground
game. The Public has been slow to buy in
with the Saints. They get lost in the
shuffle of all the “new” good teams of the Rams, Vikings, and Eagles. I think the Saints have a shot to win it
all. Let us contrast that with the
Tennessee Titans. I do not believe in
them. They have lost three of their last
four games, are 3-5 on the road, and could be argued don’t have a quality win
since September. Kansas City has won
four in a row (all covers), and is 6-2 at home.
I am going to parlay both of the home teams on the money line. Home favorites are 35-2-1 over the last 38
games in the Wild Card Round of the playoffs ATS. New
Orleans/Kansas City parlay.
Season Record: 23-21-1
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