I Concede Defeat [REDHEAD NSFW]

Not that I was ever going to win this battle.

Long-time Confessors are aware that I don't like Fight Night.  You can search for past articles where I go into detail, but to summarize:

       (1)  There's enough violence in the world between strangers without The Ticket promoting it.

       (2)  Although it hasn't happened to date, some terrible things can happen when amateurs start hitting each other -- rather, start getting hit.  Sometimes hard.  A death or very serious injury in the ring, while unlikely, is by no means impossible.  A tragedy for the victim, and a tragedy for The Ticket.

        And by the way -- Laurence Cole is not universally admired as a referee, as proud as The Ticket seems to be of having secured his services.  Laurence Cole is an Idiot; The Laurence Cole Awards

       (3)  It's not a great broadcast.  Multiple voices talking at once, each of them hollering "OHHhhhh" when someone gets hit.  Blow-by-blow guy providing inexpert narration (Norm's the best).   Pathetic post-fight interviews (Jake's oration following his definitive reduction of Mike from Palookaville a notable exception).

So my objections are part weenielike, and part aesthetic.

The only good thing about it is getting to hear the magnificent Rich Phillips announcing.

But it's here to stay, at least until my Cassandra-like warnings come true.

I do tune in some years, kind of like not turning away from a train wreck.  But might be tuning into the Cowboys game.

Redhead potentially NSFW, so you'll have to scroll down  .  .  .

I Like It When Julie Dobbs Says the Score Is "Nine to Zero" or "Six to Zero"

As I heard her do with some recent Ranger scores.

It's not what I'd call a profound topic, but wanted to get something new up to see if we couldn't get some innarestin new thread started.

Not Julie:

Check Me on This

It has become a commonplace among Confessors -- and, from time to time Your Plainsman -- that Mike checks out more than he should.  There have been periods of time when The Hardline seems to have become The Corby Show, Featuring Danny.

Now mind you -- I am not a major Corby basher, and some time ago I likened Danny to bacon -- everything is better with a side of Danny.  As far as Corby is concerned:  Yeah, he's not as prepared as he should be, and he's Superlative Corby, and maybe he isn't hip to absolutely all of the facts a host might be expected to have when holding forth on one topic or another, he's a bit of a celebrity-sniffer, and he has a kickass life, but I must say that the man amuses me.  I'm OK with most of that -- I'd like to have a kickass life myself and sniff a celebrity now and then.  (Lately, the Siroisie are pretty much it for me.  They smelled great!)  I find myself laughing out loud at some of his remarks, which I don't do that often during my solitary listening to The Ticket, amusing as it often is.  I know this departs from the views of some Confessors, but there you go.

But lately, it seems to me that Mike is in one of his Engaged Mike Eras.  They emerge from time to time, and their duration cannot be predicted.  Seems to me that I'm hearing More Mike than I have for awhile now.  That's a good thing, makes for a better showgram stem to stern.  He's a legend for a reason, and that reason, I think, is that he is simply an engaging adult presence. a guy whose voice one likes to hear on the radio.  Not even a past-middle-age-trending-towards-older-guy adult presence, but more of a get-off-my-lawn guy who doesn't take that pose all that seriously, and who is seriously fond of his co-host and producer.  I like that attitude.

In the words of a keen formerly-inside observer of All Things Tickety:  Am I wrong, guys?

This probably invites the usual Corby-bashing, and that's OK, but let's keep it civil.  Keep the focus on The Founder, if you can.

I'd pay eight dollar d-dollar dar in 1950 dollars for the chance  to have a drink with The Old Grey One.

  

I May Regret This

Readers will recall that the last post invited a Sirois to get in touch with me if he had an interest in viewing, or basking in the presence of, a choice fossilized megalodon tooth that I happen to own.

It's the real thing, not a replica.  Original organic material has been replaced by phosphate-rich minerals, giving it a mostly black color.  It was found by a diver who looks for these things off the coast of South Carolina, where much of the world's supply of meg teeth are found.

Other than teeth, no other remains of megs are known.  Some coprolites.  A few spinal bones, not many.  Their size and habits have been largely deduced from their teeth.

Teeth are not that rare, but undamaged large ones are uncommon and prized.

A Sirois, one Mike, contacted me.

He invited me to attend the showing of "The Meg" at the Studio Movie Grill on Royal.  Although I think it is possible he was more interested in the megalodon tooth than in me personally.  He even said he'd pop for a ticket.

I hereby accept.

The show is at 7.  Mike said he'd be at the theater at 6.

I plan to be there sometime between 6-6:30.

To my knowledge there are no bits planned around the tooth.  I think he just wants to be in the presence of what remains of a megalodon before viewing "The Meg."  But I'll go with what he has in mind, if  anything.

But the thing is -- if you would like to meet Your Plainsman after these nine anonymous years, I would very much like to meet you.  No tricks, no paper bag over my head. 

I have appointments that day, and will probably be in a lightweight suit and tie, something like that.   Since that will make me identifiable, I'll probably go with that.  I have a 4:30 engagement but I can duck out of that to get to the SMG.  Please come on up and say hello, chat a bit.  If Mike isn't playing with the tooth, I'll have it in hand, so there's another way you can recognize me.

See you there?