Two great songs with sensational backing vocals. The first is “I Keep Forgetting,” performed by Michael MacDonald. Listen for his sister, Maureen, providing the background vocals at the 2:00 mark of the song (and continuing for the balance). One of my favorite voices in music. (By the way, how sick is the bass line here?!) Here’s the song link:

The second song is “Lay Down Sally,” performed by Eric Clapton. Marcy Levy provides the background vocals on this classic. Listen for her great voice throughout. Makes the song the gem that it is. Here’s the song link:

Love this country tune from The Remingtons.

“Two Timin’ Me,” by The Remingtons

Rutgers Celebrates 140th Year of College Football.

8:07 by Global Communication

My friend told me that Davey Lopes reminded him of me. Even as a die-hard Yankee fan, I thought that was cool.

I wrote to my coach and told him that this picture of Rutgers head football coach, Greg Schiano reminded me of him.

I saw this picture and it reminded me of how hard my heart was beating last night.

And then I saw this picture and was reminded that he’s only a freshman:

Whenever I see this figure attached to anything, I think, “but it’s the .1 that concerns me.”

You know it really doesn’t matter how much we talk about the games we watch. I’m thinking particularly about this year’s ALCS between the Yankees and the Angels. But it could be any sporting event.

None us knows how these things are gonna play out. And it drives me crazy (doesn’t take much). The uncertainty. I watch the pre-game shows, listen to the “experts.” But you know what? None of it matters. It’s all nonsense because until the game is played, nobody knows anything for sure. There’s no certainty. It’s all grey. The ball still has to be pitched, hit, and maybe fielded. All bets are off once the games begin.

Sort of reminds me of……

Why would someone spend this much of their “own” money to be a mayor?

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/24/nyregion/24mayor.html?_r=1&hp

There are three deep cuts in my heart. My sports heart.

1976. Final Four. A Jersey-boy roots for Rutgers. I’d graduate from RU fourteen-years later.

1977. The Sun Bowl. From snowy New Jersey, that same Jersey-boy would watch the orange-helmeted University of Florida Gators play Texas A&M. I’d leave my heart in Gainesville as an undergraduate.

My whole life. New York is the baseball capital of the country. Born and raised in New Jersey, I had no choice. The Yankees were offered to me. They stuck.

And to this day, I die hard for all three teams. I’d been scarred.

I Need Your Lovin,’ by Teena Marie