I'm flying to the Show Me State (was the Touch Me State taken?) today and will spend a few days with the Orioles and those pesky Kansas City Royals starting Thursday.
Was hoping to witness the tearful reunion between the Orioles and John Bale, but a hotel room wall and Bale's fist got in the way. So you can put the hankies away for now.
While I am in KC eating Gates B-B-Q, the bar will stay open, of course. You people barely need me. OK, some of you may need help to the door at closing time, but besides that this place runs itself.
When we switched up the mood yesterday, regular Jack suggested we get some Toby Keith in the jukebox. Since I was somewhat unfamiliar, I did an Internet search and I found this video, which I think was shot on location at Connolly's before the renovation, of course.
Speaking of music, I just bought the most recent Drive-By Truckers CD (I hear it's more country and less rock than in the past. And that scares me) and will be listening to it on my iPod on the plane. It's my own act of protest because the Truckers will be 60 miles north of Baltimore (at the Dragonfly in Harrisburg on Thursday) and 60 miles south (at the 930 Club in DC Friday and Saturday) while I am in Missouri. Not fair. I know a couple of my Sun sports colleagues are making one of the shows in DC.
If you can, go see the Truckers. You won't be disappointed. They are awesome live. I have seen them a couple times and hung out briefly with them once (the guys are huge baseball fans. Their former guitarist, Jason Isbell, told me I had the world's greatest job. I guess he forgot momentarily that he's a rock star). If you have no clue who the Truckers are, here's a link to their site.
Anyway, we had a good convo yesterday about which Baltimore sports celeb you'd like to join for a night out on the town. Lots of great thoughts and potential for amazing stories. And very few of the choices were of the lascivious nature although I knew some people (Jen, Terpfan, Markus) wouldn't be able to help themselves. It is a bar, after all. We're used to that behavior.
Let's take another stab at this subject, but go a little more globally. You still get to hang out with a sports celeb of the past or present, but this time, no Baltimore connection. It can be a former player, announcer, owner, front-office type, so long as there is no obvious Orioles/Ravens/Colts/Bullets/Balmer connection.
Mine would probably be Jackie Robinson or Shoeless Joe Jackson, though since I am going to KC, I'd also heavily consider the late Buck O'Neil, a tremendous man and an unbelievable storyteller.
Daily Think Special: If you could have a night out -- dinner, drinks, take in a ballgame, whatever -- with any member of the sporting world, living or dead, who would it be? Remember, no Baltimore connection (Babe Ruth, Johnny U., Brooks are out). What would you talk about? Where would you go?