I need to admit partly the reason I’m posting this is because in the e-mail, Len referred to it as “inaugural” instead of “first annual” and any guy who realizes that nothing can be annual until the second year deserves a free plug.
Oh, and it’s not like he ever does anything for us or anything.
Be there, Thursday, January 18, House of Blues. Come for the Len and Bob, stay for the Ryan Adams.
Chicago Cubs television announcers Len Kasper and Bob Brenly announced plans today (November 7, 2006) for their inaugural “Len & Bob Bash” concert that will be held Thursday night, January 18, 2007, at the House of Blues. Ryan Adams will be the concert headliner and all proceeds will be donated to Chicago Cubs Charities.
“Bob and I have both been treated so wonderfully by everyone in Chicago and we have been looking to find a way to give something back,” said Kasper. “We both love music and with the Cubs Convention set to start the next day, we hope this will be a fun and rewarding way to kick off the baseball season in Chicago.”
“When Len came to me with this, I thought it was a great idea,” said Brenly. “This is going to be a very fun show for a great cause. Chicago Cubs Charities does great work in town and we’re excited to be able to add our support with this event.”
Tickets go on sale to the public on Saturday, November 11 at 10 am and can be purchased at all Ticketmaster outlets, by calling (312) 559-1212, or at www.ticketmaster.com. There will be an exclusive internet pre-sale of tickets beginning Wednesday morning November 8 (that’s today, gang) through the House of Blues at http://www.hob.com/venues/clubvenues/chicago/.
So, I followed the link and found that K-Fed is peforming tonight. If only I could get enough empty Busch cans in, so I could turn the stage into something resembling his front lawn.
I’m buying my tickets though, even if only to ask Ryan Adams to play Summer of ’69.
The Cubbies were in first place
From April to August–most of the time
Watched ’em til my eyes bled
It was summer of ’69
Me and some guys from school
Scalped some tickets and went out to the yard
Shoved a trumpet up Murph’s ass
Hit Ronnie Woo Woo with a metal bar
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
I wouldn’t ever want to be there
Those were the worst days of my life
(CHORUS)
Ain’t no use in complainin’
The Cubbies got big games to lose
Spent my evenin’s drinking heavily
And that’s when I met you
Standin on your mama’s porch
You told me you’d love Phil Regan forever
Oh and when you held my hand
And told me Don Young had sex with my brother
Those were the worst days of my life
(Chorus) Back in Summer of ’69
Man we were killin’ time
The Cubs were blowin a lead of nine
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin’ can last forever, no
And now the times aren’t changin’
Look at everyone that’s come and gone
Somethimes I think of Mark Prior
And wonder what the fuck went wrong
Standin on your mama’s porch
You told me you’d Randy Hundley missed that tag
Oh and when you held my hand
And told me Adolfo Phillips used my dad for a teabag
Those were the worst days of my life
(Chorus) Back in summer of ’69
Hey, I better get a good review or else I call you up and leave a voice mail like the one I left for Jim DeRogatis once. (Click my website to see what I’m talking about)
The sad thing is that the typos in #2 were on the lyrics that I cut and pasted. Who are they hiring to catalog song lyrics? Roberto Novoa?
Do I like that song?
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Oh noooooooooo!
I’ll be driving from Oklahoma City to attend
I hate that song
Carlos Zambrano, that fiery young cousin of mine, has been attemptings to carry an entire club on his back; Victor Zambrano, of the other hand, does esuck, but mostly because that pinche overrated Carlos Beltran fails to hit when dear Victor hurls on the mound, because he does not like Venezuelans, and because he is less than a man. (I has personal proof of that, créame.)
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Secondly, this is an open letter to my nephew, Carlos Zambrano. Oooh, yesterday was not so good-looking for little Carlitos! He was notoriously being shelled by the Cervezistos del Milwaukee, eight runs in one inning, ay yi yi! Not since I hit him so hard in the guts for grabbing me behind the showers at Punto Abajo has Carlitos been knocked so hard for a eloop!
I grew up in Caracas, so we did not get to see Carlitos’s’s family so much unless they traveled to meet us from Puerto Cabello, which we would not go in many million of years, to unless to be paid cash money dollars. But we are a very close and large and warm-hearted and loving and passionate and kissing and hugging and grasping family, so I saw mi nephew pequeno enough to know that his main problem is the getting upset and emotional in times of crisis. And I would say that getting eknocked out the ebox by los Cervezistos, who have less offense than John Bolton by his self, qualify as a crisis. Would you not?
So here is my message to Carlitos: be brave and courageous, little one! Of course, you are not so little now, at 1.8 metres tall and more than 102 kilograms. (Que gordito! Jajaja, just eplaying.) You have been force to carry the loading for your team, los Ojitos de Chicago, with all their “best†pitchers either getting hurt or sucking, and it is lots of stress.
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Where the hell is our recap Dolan?!?!?!?!?!