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    Fox PBP man Dick Stockton--worst announcer ever?

    in The Stadium Wall Archives

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    I know it wasn't a tight play-by-play, but as someone said earlier, I prefer a very qualified play by play guy with good voice and everything Stockton does well, and

    willing to deal with the few errors in the mean time. Allows some unexpected entertainment, and if you know anything about football, you're not thrown off by

    it, or confused. Unlike Wilcots who may not say the wrong word, but is just TERRIBLE to listen to. He is probably in his 70s, so let's not act like he's not still doing very well to converse and play-by-play for 3 hours straight. He was

    fine...

    Exactly. Thank you.

    Bob Dylan awarded Nobel Prize

    in Off the Wall Archives

    Posted · Edited by gomper

    same here. I am still trying to decode Desolation Row- Desolation Row

     

     

    WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN

    Theyre selling postcards of the hanging

    Theyre painting the passports brown

    The beauty parlor is filled with sailors

    The circus is in town

    Here comes the blind commissioner

    Theyve got him in a trance

    One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker

    The other is in his pants

    And the riot squad theyre restless

    They need somewhere to go

    As Lady and I look out tonight

    From Desolation Row

     

    Cinderella, she seems so easy

    It takes one to know one, she smiles

    And puts her hands in her back pockets

    Bette Davis style

    And in comes Romeo, hes moaning

    You Belong to Me I Believe

    And someone says, Youre in the wrong place my friend

    You better leave

    And the only sound thats left

    After the ambulances go

    Is Cinderella sweeping up

    On Desolation Row

     

    Now the moon is almost hidden

    The stars are beginning to hide

    The fortune-telling lady

    Has even taken all her things inside

    All except for Cain and Abel

    And the hunchback of Notre Dame

    Everybody is making love

    Or else expecting rain

    And the Good Samaritan, hes dressing

    Hes getting ready for the show

    Hes going to the carnival tonight

    On Desolation Row

     

    Now Ophelia, shes neath the window

    For her I feel so afraid

    On her twenty-second birthday

    She already is an old maid

    To her, death is quite romantic

    She wears an iron vest

    Her professions her religion

    Her sin is her lifelessness

    And though her eyes are fixed upon

    Noahs great rainbow

    She spends her time peeking

    Into Desolation Row

     

    Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood

    With his memories in a trunk

    Passed this way an hour ago

    With his friend, a jealous monk

    He looked so immaculately frightful

    As he bummed a cigarette

    Then he went off sniffing drainpipes

    And reciting the alphabet

    Now you would not think to look at him

    But he was famous long ago

    For playing the electric violin

    On Desolation Row

     

    Dr. Filth, he keeps his world

    Inside of a leather cup

    But all his sexless patients

    Theyre trying to blow it up

    Now his nurse, some local loser

    Shes in charge of the cyanide hole

    And she also keeps the cards that read

    Have Mercy on His Soul

    They all play on pennywhistles

    You can hear them blow

    If you lean your head out far enough

    From Desolation Row

     

    Across the street theyve nailed the curtains

    Theyre getting ready for the feast

    The Phantom of the Opera

    A perfect image of a priest

    Theyre spoonfeeding Casanova

    To get him to feel more assured

    Then theyll kill him with self-confidence

    After poisoning him with words

    And the Phantoms shouting to skinny girls

    Get Outa Here If You Dont Know

    Casanova is just being punished for going

    To Desolation Row

     

    Now at midnight all the agents

    And the superhuman crew

    Come out and round up everyone

    That knows more than they do

    Then they bring them to the factory

    Where the heart-attack machine

    Is strapped across their shoulders

    And then the kerosene

    Is brought down from the castles

    By insurance men who go

    Check to see that nobody is escaping

    To Desolation Row

     

    Praise be to Neros Neptune

    The Titanic sails at dawn

    And everybodys shouting

    Which Side Are You On?

    And Ezra Pound and T. S. Eliot

    Fighting in the captains tower

    While calypso singers laugh at them

    And fishermen hold flowers

    Between the windows of the sea

    Where lovely mermaids flow

    And nobody has to think too much

    About Desolation Row

     

    Yes, I received your letter yesterday

    (About the time the doorknob broke)

    When you asked how I was doing

    Was that some kind of joke?

    All these people that you mention

    Yes, I know them, theyre quite lame

    I had to rearrange their faces

    And give them all another name

    Right now I cant read too good

    Dont send me no more letters, no

    Not unless you mail them

    I always loved how this song eloquently describes that emotional space where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. That's just me I guess. Grateful song. Epic lyrics.

    Best/Worst Concerts You've Ever Seen

    in Off the Wall Archives

    Posted

    Best: Van Morrison in SF. As soulful as you would think it would be and more. Famous for watching the clock, he cast aside his self imposed curfew and sang his heart out until late into the night. @

    2005-7 ish.

     

    Bugallo-Williams project 2007-Babeville in Bflo. Avant garde piano at its best.

     

    SRV- Darien 1989? w/ Jeff Beck. 4 hour bluesfest. Stevie was amazing, as you would imagine.

     

    Dixie Chicks 2016 (2 weeks ago) Buffalo- With apologies to the poster upthread, it was such a warm and beautiful show. Natalie sung like an angel. The girls can play too. Smiles everywhere.

     

    Johnny Cash-Melody Fair 1993. Brought June and the whole crew with him. Epic.

     

    Grateful Dead: 7/4/86, 3/29/90 (w/ Brandford), 3/21/90, 7/4/89, 3/19/90 etc....you get the picture. Brent kick that band in the ass before he OD'd. Spring 90 no one could touch them.

     

     

     

    Worst: CSN Darien 1994. Just awful but the get half a pass because Crosby had his liver transplant a few weeks later. Still.....they sucked.

    What's everyone doing for the game Sunday?

    in The Stadium Wall Archives

    Posted

    Northstar Bills bar in San Francisco. Pats games are always extra crowded. I'm sure the Labatts will flow generously. If they win it will be a massive party.

    Lol. I was at the Northstar for the MNF game against Cleveland in 08. Great time. Owner was grilling dogs on the sidewalk and the Blue was cold. Awesome night...until the end. Had fun roaming North Beach after.

     

    Sunday will be couch day/night. Spent all week working on projects to get the place set for winter. She's happy. Slow cooked pot roast is on the menu. Neighbor said he'd stop by with some German sausage too.

     

    Win or lose... I'm a lucky guy.

    NFL Television ratings

    in The Stadium Wall Archives

    Posted

    The saturation point is well taken. I'm old enough to remember when you counted down the clock to 12:30 when the pregame show came on. Now you can start watching at 7am. Or maybe earlier. With all the $$$ to be had, it destroyed all the mystery of it.

     

    These days, if I have everything done. I just put FOX/CBS on at 12:40 only for the live look-ins to get the crowd energy. I make sure my fantasy team is set and turn up the volume when they are actually kicking the ball off.

     

    As a poster said, too many other things to do to blow up a whole day for. MNF is so bad, that sometimes I forget it's on.

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