Okay...okay

Well, my Jazz are now out of the playoffs. Good run fellas, good run...well until the San Antonio Series. Good Hell. I'm a little distraught over how things turned out..oh well, its all good, the Jazz are young, and they'll be the terrors of the NBA next year...Ah next year, my favorite saying with my favorite teams (see left.) I have a vast array of 4 AFC Championship rings, 2 Western Conference Champion banners and one National League Championship Ring. The eternal Red Ribbon Winner...jeez. Wait, there is always next year!!! Oh, and bytheway....................................... these guys are still Assclowns.

Celtic Woman - Caledonia (Stereo)

One of my favorites

Voices of the Angels

Last night I had the privilege of going to a concert of one of my favorite groups. Celtic Woman has to be one of the greatest ensembles of female vocalists of all time...go ahead and fight me on that one. I can trace my love for this vein of music to a river running trip to the Green River I made over 12 years ago.

My buddies and I were all sitting around the campfire talking about the finer things in life, and from out of one of the tents came this angelic voice that I had neer heard before. I never knew Lloyd could sing like that...oh wait, no it was the first time I ever heard Enya sing. He has his stereo playing the CD The Celts, and instantly I was transported to medieval Caledonia. Enya and her music soon became an obsession of mine, and I could not get enough of her melodic voice. My Saturdays were filled with yardwork with my huge-ass CD player shoved in my pocket playing Enya over and over again. A little weird? Here I was a 16 year old putz spending hours listening and memorizing the Gaelic verses of the famous artist. Ya, ok...my wife still makes fun of me and my obsession with all things ancient. A few years later I went to Scotland and there I fell in love with the bagpipes (I even began bagpipe lessons later that summer,) and became so intrigued at my family's Scottish and Irish ancestry.

Anywho, fast forward a few years, and I happened to be watching PBS and stumbles upon a group from Ireland named Celtic Woman...and once again, I was immediately bewitched. I sat there for two hours, open-mouthed and teary eyed (try and not cry when they sing Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring,) and again, my wife made fun of me. I found out when the next showing was and fired up the TiVo. I had to talk about it at work the next day, and one of my co-workers saw it too, and he was caught in the mystical web that is Celtic Woman. Fast Forward a couple of months, and a business trip opportunity arose for about five of us at the agency to go to New York and New Jersey to plan and execute a World Record event. It was decided that my fellow Celtic Woman fan and I would spend our time on the Jersey side while the other three worked the New York side. During my endless media research for the area, (The New York/New Jersey media market is the largest in the nation,) I 'happened' to stumble upon the smallest newspaper in the entire media list's website, and there was a little banner saying that Celtic Woman was going to be playing at a venue 15 miles from our hotel...on one of the nights we were there. "Are you kidding me?" My associate likes to say that this event was truly brought to pass by "The Hand of God." Seriously, what are the chances that the two Celtic Woman fans in the whole agency would wind up in New Jersey together, on that date, in FREAKING HOLMDEL, NJ? It can only be pointed to one thing..."Divine Guidance." So, needless to say, we made it a point to get to the concert come Hell or High Water. Let me just say that the venue was unbelieveable (the P.N.C. Bank Arts Center)

The concert blew us away, and I have to say it was probably the best concert I had ever been to.

Fast forward to last night, when my best buddy, his wife, me and my wife hit the E Center and saw the Celtic Wom(e)n fill the arena with haunting melodies. As we were leaving, my buddy said it was probably the best concert he had ever been to. Our wives even liked it...who is laughing now honey? HMMMM?!

So if you haven't checked them out, I highly recommend looking at Celtic Woman.

Here is a little taste for you all: Check my next post.

Once Again

Ah, again, my beloved Jazz make it through another round...and once again, I am amazed that nobody picked them to do it. I have to admit, I can't stand watching the Golden State Warrior play ball, it makes me feel like I am watching a swarm of ants running helter skelter all over the place. I do have to give them props for knocking out the Mavericks...honestly who saw that one coming? I have always been a fan of Don Nelson (especially during his previous run with the Warriors. I love Chris Mullin, and loved the old Warriors, Mullin, Richmond, Hardaway RUN T-M-C anyone?) Anyways, I've always had a soft spot for the runt of the California NBA family. A couple of times this series though, I wondered wat the hell was going on to see a couple Warriors take it hard to a couple of the Jazz players. I don't mind a hard foul, in fact there are times when I look for it, but this series made the Warriors look like Thuggish Streetballers. Pretty lame if you ask me. Another thing that just kills me is the endless bitching at calls that don't go their way. It isn't just the Warriors, I've notices it a lot in the NBA nowadays, and I'll throw Jazz players into that mix. You can argue a call, and I'm not going to be bothered by it, but the endless bitch sessions that seem to take at least 5 minutes out of each game has got to stop...anyways, I gotta throw a little love out to the GSW. Helluva playoffs boys, and the fact that after each game they were all very complimentary of the Jazz, really showed a lot of character. (Especially not bitching about the officials...which both teams could have done throughout.) At the end of the game last night, Stephen Jackson walked over and gave Coach Sloan a congratulatory hug really was impressive. Now my last rant for this post...

Wow, it looks like one of you "experts" pulled their heads out. Congrats Mr. Anthony, you are the strongest link this week...the other four of you...ASSCLOWNS!

Waste of Space

Enough Said...

Phew

So I sat down to watch my Utah Jazz play in Game 7 of the '07 Playoffs. It has been awhile since the Jazz have even been in the playoffs, and this team has brought back Pro-Basketball to Utah...(We still love you John, Karl and 'Horney'.) I gotta say that this team we have now is so fun to watch. The wicked thing is they are still so young. I love everyone on the team from Boozer to Araujo. So back to the game...it was a hard fought war that had me on the edge of the couch all night. I chowed my Costa Vida Sweet Pork Burrito down like it was nothing and downed a couple glasses of apple juice just waiting for T-Mac or Yao to do something that would screw us up...that or the 'Zebras' homering for the Rockets screwing the Jazz...again. But in the end, I sat back and realized it ws 11:00 pm and I was spent. One thing I thought about was the fact that so many people, "experts" as they call themselves were so quick to write the Jazz off. Hmm...who's laughing now?

Certainly not these Assclowns...

Anyways, I love how the Jazz were one of the top teams all season, and hardly anyone gave the Jazz any love. Anyways, who cares, second round here we come. I don't have time to let my fingernails heal from the abuse they took last night during the game, but we'll find something else to chew. So I'll wrap this up with a bad-ass shot found on espn.com that says it all...

The Dark Mark

Morsmordre...one of my absolutely favorite parts in the Harry Potter movies. I'm just fascinated by the dark arts...even if they are J.K. Rowlings creations.