Sunday Morning

Mizzou gets their ass handed to them again. You would think that we would shake off the old demons and be able to compete with the big boys in the conference. After the loss to Kansas, I just knew that this game was going to have ass kicking all over it. Most of the team will be gone next year and the "rebuilding" time begins again. I appreciate what coach Pinkel has done, but until they get past the big hurdle that is OU, Mizzou football will remain Mizzou football. Coach Pinkel is now 0-2 since signing that huge extension. The basketball team is 6-1, maybe there's a light there too...oh wait, Oklahoma is ranked in the top ten.

Here in Kirkwood, the birds have descended by the hundreds, the squirrels are out in numbers that I haven't seen before and scurrying about the place. The dogs in the neighborhood are howling. Could it be that this winter is going to be one of the worst ever? It's already dreary and cold and the official season is not upon us yet. Watching hundreds of blackbirds land in the yard across the street is a real scary deal. There are literally hundreds of them, they swarm and land, hang for a few minutes, then poof..they are gone.

I stopped by my favorite record store yesterday morning and got into a discussion with Tom and a couple of guys I have known from the record store through the years. I felt like we were the new version of the old guys who used to spend all day Saturday outside the old courthouse just spittin and chattin when I grew up in Ava. Or maybe the old guys who sit around the barbershop all day yapping about nothing important. Where else could you talk about the great chops of guitar player Paul Kossoff? Where else could you get three other guy who knew who Paul Kossoff was(he was Free's guitar player who died of an overdose in the mid 70s)? We did agree however, that Billy Squier was one of the hottest acts on the planet in 1981 with his LP "Don't Say No". That sucker was played every four hours on KY 102 for a year. with songs like "In The Dark" "Lonely Is The Night", "The Stroke" and others, he was a huge star. He killed his career with ONE video. This one...



I think most of the testosterone laden guys at that time looked at this video and said..."ick." Most of the women did, too. He never regained that same place again. I am not sure about his sexuality, but he was only one of two men who ever came on to me, movie director Allan Carr being the other.

Sunday night is coming. I dread Sunday night, no, I hate Sunday night and have spoken about this before. It has to be subliminal, deep rooted and highly complex on why Sunday night sucks so much for me. Separation anxiety? I don't know but there is something there.