I met Bob Uecker in the press area of Wrigley Field at a time when I when I was in the throes of my drug addiction. I had been smoking meth for days and was sleep deprived and paranoid, sitting in a tiny room with other sports writers. I had to get out of there…

I have lost control of the situation.

Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames.
She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame.
Poised for flight, wings spread bright, spring from night into the sun.
Don't stop to run, she can fly like a lie, she can't be outdone.

So the kids they dance they shake their bones
Cause its all too clear we're on our own
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
It's dizzying, the possibilities. Ashes, Ashes all fall down.

Gotta love Paul McCartney and his band strolling backstage at the O2 Arena in London and singing Hey Hey We're The Monkees the other night before closing out their tour

All I want for Christmas is an electorate that has some clue about what the fuck is going on.