FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS
THE BEST SHOW ON TELEVISION. Brings weight to my heart every episode. If you aren't watching, you are only cheating yourself.
Real plots with 3 dimensional characters, and story arcs that you can readily identify with. These people are in your lives, and they are struggling with the same things that are on the show. WATCH IT. It is something you can have conversation about with those closest to you, and be engaged in real conversation.
WATCH THE SHOW. Tell your friends and co workers. You won't be disappointed.
... getting up at 5 a.m. for the past 7 1/2 weeks, to either this or 'Whatever' by Godsmack ...
This song was finally posted!! I absolutely was all over this song, from the first time I heard it. It still liquefies my emotions and send them scattering.
I hear a danger in this song, the random violence that I actually enjoyed boxing. Because of my skills, I could 'happen' to someone, strike quickly and suddenly. I have it on a comp cd, but I am clueless as to how I would have posted it in my journal.
Obviously, I don't have to worry about it now!
Were this a 'boots on the ground' kind of deal, you would grasp how it fit me, especially with my approach to fighting. I like the 'sampled' vocals, kind of obtuse, vague to any central theme, and the double bass line thumping impetuously, similarly to the staccato rhythm of my punches ...
... the hopelessness of someone who just '...gets high every day and every night ...', because otherwise there is no hope of 'RELIEF'!!
Boxing is on my mind tonight, because a friend of mine passed away from a stroke ... someone I looked up to, and who worked my corner near the end of my dancing days. He was a super cool person, nicest cat you ever would meet.
And you would never know that he could put you on your arse with a shift of his hips and a arc of his hand. He was only 50, and maybe that is what has me out here tonight. Hung out with Hutch and dished about AKA, about which we are in agreement on.
He brought up the story about the fallen fighter. Now I understand that Hutch is a few years older than I, but now that I am at 41, it doesn't seem that far away. I am wondering if I am going to be scanning the obits, looking for names I recognize?
Will be glad to be in Nebraska, not worrying if people are high school friends or not!
5 comments:
Sorry you lost someone who you looked up to. Hugs to you my friend.
I just dropped by to thank you for dropping by my blog. I've enjoyed your comments.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend the boxer. I'd like to hear some stories about him sometime.
I'm sorry about your friend, Mark. I hope his life was a happy and fulfilling one.
It's scary to hear of people that age dying...I'm not that far off, you know? It's amazing that when we're young, we think we're invincible, and as we get older and start to see our mortality, it scares us to...well, death. Why weren't we that scared back when we were doing stupid, dangerous things? It's odd.
Hugs, Beth
I am sorry about the loss of your friend. I have been reading the obits for a while now. So many people have passed that I know...
I'm sorry you lost a friend dear one. To me it sounds like in some form he's still around and he's echoing here in your sentiments. You've remembered him well. (Hugs)Indigo
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