Song: So Ready (2021) Artist: Goose Album: Shenanigans Nite Club One of my best friends and most trusted musical influencers has been sending Goose clips to one of our group chats for what feels like eight years, and of those, I've probably listened to three of them. I don't know what is with me trying new things, but sometimes my inner child/undiagnosed autism makes it impossible to let my guard down and just experience new things. I still say I hate foods that I haven't eaten since pre-9/11. In fact, saying I hate things that I don't actually hate but simply haven't tried or had to vocabulary to describe how I'm truly feeling will surely be my undoing someday. As for Goose, "Arcadia" is their first song I remember listening to and digging, but "So Ready" blows it out of the water. I played this at least a dozen times last weekend. Between this incredible multi-animation-styled video and bass lines that could induce labor, you gotta check this group out!
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I didn't Ub or blog yesterday, but I was busy making content! I loveeee countdown shows and the NFL, so naturally, I'm a big fan of the Top 100 Player List every year. The fact that the players determine the list makes it much more meaningful to me; it shows what players think about their contemporaries around the league...Look out for #49 JC Jackson this year!!! Sadly, both he and Stephon Gilmore's (#47) videos were short and not super compelling from an amusement standpoint. So I started watching the countdown clips on youtube and absolutely died laughing at Za'Darius Smith's comedic timing/cadence with "pool hall" while talking about Kyle Juszczyk. That inspired me to watch every player video and cut together some of my favorite anecdotes (nice SAT word Dozo), lines, and highlights from #100-41. Enjoy! P.S.
If this doesn't get taken down and there's some solid lines in the next installment of players you best believe there will be a sequel! #HireDozo
If you've been reading DOL for its six calendar years of publications you're well aware that I'm a huge Tebow guy. His college and my high school career overlapped (2006-09), so I've been defending and loving this man who'd probably rub me the wrong way IRL for almost 15 fucking years. He's my favorite college football player of all time. I was pumped when rumors circulated that the Jaguars were considering signing him and ecstatic when they eventually did.
Of course, I knew it would be an uphill battle given his age, time out of the league, and positional change, but obviously, I wanted to see him pull it off. I literally dreamed about this situation for years. Unfortunately, the tape doesn't lie. After footage of Tim TEbow blocking like a make a wish kid went viral and Tavon Austin Jamie Taco-ed his only target, I knew the writing was on the wall.
Last night/technically this morning, I watched a clip of Tony Boselli on Colin Cowherd saying that Tebow played zero special teams and how that's basically a death sentence for a bottom 1/4 of the roster guy fighting to make the team. Still, I didn't think I'd fucking wake up at the crack of noon to the news of Tebow's comeback was over.
I'm somewhat surprised it happened this early. I thought Urban would at least give him another game, but with the preseason only being three weeks now, there are simply fewer opportunities. You have to get to 53 players somehow.
This will likely close the professional athlete door for Tim Tebow, but of course he was gracious and thankful for the opportunity.
I just can't help but think what would've happened if he just embraced this change in 2013 with the Patriots. Taysom Hill and even Brad Smith a decade before showed that the Swiss Army Knife QB/utility guy could be worth a roster spot, but with over 3,000 days since his last NFL snap, the move proved too tricky for even the greatest college QB of all time.
Oh well, plenty of time to hosts proms and college football shows. I commend him for trying when the odds were stacked against him; not everybody has the balls to try when failure is probable. I'll always be a Tebow (the football player) guy. His 2011 run is one of my favorite periods of my entire life, and yes, he did play well enough in the 2015 preseason to earn a roster some as a QB somewhere. Arguably the worst part of this entire situation is that Tebow likely won't be in the new Madden now.
Song: Eye in the Sky (1982)
Artist: The Alan Parsons Project Album: Eye in the Sky
Before this weekend, the only thing I knew about The Alan Parsons Project was the reference to them in the 2001 should've-been-a-smash-hit Josie and The Pussycats remake. That was until Ryan Radio (Apple Music @DozonMusic) suggested it Friday, and it became my latest musical binge. I still don't really know shit outside of a quick wiki-scan, but I LOVE this song. "Eye in the Sky" walked so "Every Breath You Take" could run.
Song: August 10 (Live at KEXP)
Artist: Khruangbin Album: Con Todo El Mundo (2018)
No ubin today, I had my virtual therapy sess at a weird middle of the day time. Plus, there's something on the docket that's much more important than making money or my mental health...I'm trying to piece together a #HireDozo video my friend filmed at URI in 2016 that's ended up in development hell (me never following up because of hashtag anxiety)! Since I still have a few more months of Adobe, I'm trying to do it myself after five years. I'd say, expect something around Christmas!
As for today's SOD, I mean, come on, do I really need to spell it out for you? Hopefully, I'll write a "real" blog (SODs count now that they include more than just the Song, Artist, Album) today, but at least you know I'm doing something content-related; plus, I may have a cringe-attack.
Sad news out of Major League Baseball as former Astros Ace, J.R. Richard, has passed away at 71.
J.R. Richard's story is a cautionary tale about just how fucked up life can be; how anything can go away in the blink of eye. Unfortunately, the Astros hands are not clean. The way J.R. was treated leading up to and after his stroke is shameful.
At the peak of his career, coming off a season where he led the National League in ERA and strikeouts, Richard suffered a stroke during warm ups and never appeared in the Majors again. This was just weeks after starting the 1980 MLB All Star Game.
From 1976-1980, Richard was one of the best pitchers in baseball, twice surpassing 300 strikeouts.
After the stroke, J.R. tried to make a comeback, but sadly, due to his injury, he could never reclaim the skills he once had. It turned out he actually had multiple mini-strokes before the one that ultimately ended his career on July 30th, 1980.
After J.R.'s comeback efforts failed, understandably, he went through some pretty rough times. He lost a significant amount of money in a failed investment and divorce. By 1994 he was homeless. I cannot even begin to imagine how much his situation affected him mentally. To go from absolutely dominating (Dale Murphy once said he was the hardest pitcher of the late '70s to get a hit off of), to finally getting the national recognition you deserve on a team that's in contention for the World Series (even after losing Richard the Astros still made it the NLCS) to the lows he experienced just shows how unpredictable life can be. Many people around baseball believe Richard would've made the HOF with the trajectory his career was on. What happened to him is an absolute shame.
Luckily, J.R. got back on his feet; he even worked as a minister in Houston. Just last year, he was an inaugural member of the Astros Hall of Fame. R.I.P.
P.S.
I was watching an old Behind the Music on "1977" the other night and they showed reports of Elvis' death where the reporter said he was 45 which I knew was untrue. My guess is without the internet, people had a much harder time of knowing everything about everybody so someone probably just took a shot in the dark. We no longer have that excuse. I'm not a huge play by the book guy, but you HAVE TO get someone's age right in an obit/retrospective. Again, R.I.P.
Song: Tomorrow Never Knows (1966)
Artist: The Beatles Album: Revolver
Whennever I'm going to a show, it's usually DOL tradition to post a song by that artist as a SOD, but when I woke up for the first time about four hours ago, I looked at my phone for a few minutes and saw that today is the 55th anniversary of the Beatles releasing Revolver. When one of the greatest albums of all time turns the double-nickel, you gotta pay your respects.
More importantly, this gives me a legitimate excuse to share one of my favorite scenes from IMO the best show of all time, Mad Men. Of course, Megan (one of the show's worst characters) told the old school, Don, to start with one of the most experimental tracks of its time. You gotta work your way up to it. You wouldn't start training for a marathon with 30 miles on day one!
Fun Fact: That's Vincent Kartheiser's (Pete Campbell) real wife (Alexis Bledel)!
I don't care if you're a team that I hate or based my personality around for years; if I think your uniforms are ugly, I'm going to say so. That's the kind of unfiltered realness you can expect from Ole Dozo. I don't think you can get canceled for calling uniforms ugly yet, but I'm sure in like 2034, someone will get fired for saying they hate pinstripes.
I'm a big believer that just because you love something doesn't mean you can't be critical of it. If anything, it's more of a reason to be honest. That's why we talk shit about our friends or country, and like Forrest Gump, that's all I'll I've got to say about that. I'm just saying, speak your fucking truth, my dude/ttes. I love the Pats, but I think their post-Brady break-up look stinks worse than Kid Rock's breath. I barely fuck with the Red Sox, but I'm a big enough man to admit their "City Connect" threads don't suck and tip my cap at the creativity. I thought the Celtics "City Edition" unis were corny AF, but these fake throwback "Classic Editions" are fantastic, beautiful, and straightforward. These are how you do fake throwbacks!
I love the shamrock on the shorts and the multi-color waistband.
Cool detail.
These unis absolute mop up the banner and fugly lime-greens ones from this past season. If they sold those shorts with pockets, I'd totally buy a pair. Apparently, the Isaiah Thomas reunion isn't happening, but the C's probably should start making some moves to add players that will be rocking the green and white this fall.
P.S.
The Celtics aren't the only team that'll rock a new "Classic Edition" uniform in the NBA's diamond jubilee. That Warriors font is sexy. The Knicks unis are blah, unlike those vibrant Celtics whites.
When the clock struck P.M., and I officially started my day, I did what I always do:
By that point, the dust had already settled on the first Training Camp brawl of the 2021 NFL Season. Football is officially back, baby! **there very well could've been another brawl already, but sadly there's no way to know** The New York Football Giants had a team-wide brawl that included "franchise" quarterback Daniel Jones at the bottom of a good ole fashion dog pile. This thread tells the whole story:
Oh the horror!
As you know from reading allmy blogs from yesterday and the last six calendar years, I was a key returner AND loss for a 1-7 football team in the nation's smallest state. Clearly, I know a thing or two about the dog days of training camp. Just yesterday, out of the blue, my mom sent me this photo of me at Patriots Training Camp.
Those are the arms of a terrified little boy. I was rockin the fuck out of that Pats visor, I should've wrapped my arms around these underpaid babes.
One of my earliest playing days memories is when one of the coaches asked if an obese freshman (not me) was having a heart attack or a Big Mac attack. Of course, with all that testosterone and competition flowing, there's going to be some dust-ups at camp. Usually, the QB isn't involved. You're not even supposed to look at the QB for too long during practice. When they say "no contact" that includes eye. We did this drill once where there were like 15 guys on defense, and the offense had to try to score. I rushed the QB and pulled off with my arms up once I got close so I wouldn't touch him (and maybe break up a pass), but he like grazed my hand on his follow-through; honestly, I might've not even made contact, but the same coach who made the famous Big Mac line yelled at me more than I had ever been yelled at in my entire life to that point or since. It's a miracle I didn't cry. I thought I was going to get cut on the spot. But apparently, Danny Dimes is the poster child for that textbook Duke toughness, embracing potential unnecessary injury just to be one of the guys.
As much as I want to shit on the Giants, this is simply part of the game. It happens. By all accounts, the team is fine now. According to Logan Ryan himself, he and Engram are cool.
This likely won't matter in six hours. Hell, it barely matters now, but from all the reports Joe Judge was "livid" and possibly the angriest person that SNY reporter Ralph Vacchiano has ever seen in his life. That's no joke. If you're a NY sports reporter I'd imagine your entire career has been watching angry men yell at other angry men.
I know Joe Judge is still trying to find himself as a head coach and was clearly over-compensating today trying to break out of Belichick's shadow, but when one of your coaches is literally advertising fighting on his chest what the fuck do you expect to happen? Would you not Relax if you saw a Frankie Goes to Hollywood shirt?
Those shoes must be fresh out of the box with how white they still are.
These Giant players who had a medium-key brawl after Jason Garrett implied fighting is a-okay must have been confused as the guy on the adult ghost tour where you can drink and say whatever the hell you want got kicked out for talking about jizz and horse cock.
When you've screaming your lungs off like 2003 M. Shadows to the point where the band has to change its sound entirely, and you're worried you lost the team.
We'll know early in the season if this was a turning point for the G-men (who have only made the playoffs once since 2016) to come together as a team under second-year head coach Joe Judge or if it's another year in the NFC East's basement. My money is on 5-12 with a big Seahawks-like upset from last year. Maybe they beat the Bucs on MNF?
P.S.
Speaking of Corey Clement. That mother fucker never had control of the ball and stepped out of bounds on his "touchdown" in Super Bowl 52. Song: Private Eyes (1981) Artist: Hall and Oates Album: Private Eyes In six calendar years of blogging, I feel like there's a significant chance I've used this track as a SOD before, but frankly, I'm too excited to care about doubles or even triples of SODs at a time like this. After decades of fandom, I'm finally going to Hall and Oates (with Squeeze; I've loooooved Tempted since childhood and don't know anything else!) in Mansfield on Thursday with my aunts, and I am fucking pumped up like the kicks of a school sh**ter. After the alt-rock umbrella, I'd say 80s, and specifically, New Wave is one of my all-time favorite genres. Now, sure, Blue-Eyed Soul is a much more fitting category for John and Darryl, but of their nine listed genres on Wikipedia, New Wave was #7, and that's good enough for me. Not to get too sappy on DOL when it's usually full of sarcasm and self-loathing, but I can't remember that last time I did something like this with just these two of my aunts. With COVID fucking up essentially the last year and a half, I can't wait to do something fun with family I can actually stand. |
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