This week between football is usually the weekend where a yearly event comes to light in Arlington. Known simply as Fan fest and the year it happens, the sport in question is baseball and the team in question is the Texas Rangers. That loveable team that no one really talks about until the Yankees or Red Sox make their annual pilgrimage to North Texas.
I remember right before kickoff NBC's Dick Enberg announcing the hostages in Iran would be coming home after 444 days. All it took was for Ronald Reagan to take office and 8 billion dollars...I even remember a yellow ribbon neatly tied around the Superdome!
Rarely do I get a tag along buddy to attend a sporting event and keep me on an even keel. This night would be a welcome exception. What a difference a year makes...
The days will quickly dwindle down to Super Sunday in Glendale Az on February 3rd. Once that whole hype machine is over and done my energies can switch to the sport I love two weeks after. On a day when I'm sick with the crud, dealing with a nasty cold it occurs to me that:
In July 1981 I became a resident of Orange County, Ca. My first gig was to work at Music Plus. Talk about being ahead of the game where releases went. MTV was one year away from arrival in Cali, I got LPs up the wazoo, and I had a friend who was a huge fan of hard rock.
Saturday, January 26, 2008 at 8:43PM