I pretty distinctly remember Jim McKay announcing “They’re all gone” from the ‘72 Munich Olympics (I was 8).

Old Guy Story alert: I saw UFO live at Day On The Green #2, July 4th 1979,(at the Oakland Coliseum) when I was 14. The lineup was Journey, J. Geils Band, UFO, Thin Lizzy, Nazareth, and the Rockets. Awesome show, and turned me into a huge UFO fan. I always have “Strangers In The Night” on my iPhone.

Sorry, but croakies are completely appropriate. Keeps them handy in changing light conditions (such as happens often here in the PNW), and insures that you won’t set them down on a table at the bar and forget them.

About the nickname thing...was the new co-worker an Australian? Because those wacky Aussie give everything a nickname. They will give perfectly normal short names a nick name. I knew a guy when I lived there named “Sam”, and his nickname was “Sambo”. Not only is that longer then his real name, but it also just a bit…

This Ute Alum agrees with you. Cameron Mills can go straight to hell...

Clyde Common (a few blocks from Powells) is great for brunch, lunch, cocktails...

Not a grocery bag...a clear zip-lock type bag. I tried using a sandwich size, but it didn’t hang down low enough to disrupt the flies vision(I think...not exactly rocket science). I attach it to the rim of the door jamb using some binder clips I borrowed from my office.

Here’s a tip for the guy complaining about flies: My local dive bar has a back deck, and during the summer they have a large (like the gallon size storage bag) clear plastic bag of water hanging over the door frame. When I asked them why, they explained that the reflections/refractions from the water screw up a fly’s…

At one of my kid’s soccer games a few years back, on the next field I saw an 8 year old boy rocket the two-handed soccer throw in right smack into another kids face. A glorious melee ensued, complete coaches and parents wading into the scrum and pulling kids off of each other.

There should be a law (maybe under President Trump!) that anyone saying “<Insert Band Name here> sucks!” should then be required to state their musical preferences...just to put everything in context.

I lived in Melbourne for a year (mid 2012 - mid 2013) and watched a ton of AFL and went to a fair number of games. The MCG is a fantastic stadium, and once my mates explained what was happening I really got into it. Never could understand why they made the players sit on the floor of the locker room during halftime…

Paul Westerberg has got to make the list somewhere....maybe not top-3, but he makes the team photo, for sure....

Bob Mould owns. He rocks way harder than any 55 year old, balding gay man (who looks remarkably like Charlie Brown) should have any right to.

The belts! They look like someone repurposed a bunch of old rep-striped ties...

Bob Dylan...

Naming a boat is a under-rated activity, with great consequences.

This past weekend I was at the Seattle Center for an event (KEXP’s new home grand-opening! Saw Strand Of Oaks, Sharon Jones and The Dap Kings and Bob Mould for free!) and was thinking that we should have been going to a Sonic’s playoff game at Key Arena.

I’ve been going to Bumbershoot for years (starting back in ‘87...when it was $10) and have seen a million cool acts (Miles Davis! BB King! Elvis Costello! (many times). Billy Preston! Sleater-Kinney! etc). And the best part is that I can go home at the end of the night and sleep in my own bed. Even though I would love…

Not Butler’s fault that Pete over thought things and tried to get cute on the goal line instead of just giving the damn ball to Marshawn and winning the game.

I lived in Melbourne, Australia for a year a few years back. There “cheers” was pretty much the universal replacement for “thanks”, “goodbye”, “have a good day”, and “bugger off mate” (probably). I picked up the habit and use it regularly, in addition to “mate”. My kids rightly think I’m a grade A Dork.