We all have our issues. You could be the most laidback, placid dude on earth and there is sure to be something to make you act as if you have a bee in your bonnet. It’s only natural—human nature or whatever.
This morning our man Dennis Deitch and yours truly showed up at the Wachovia Center with engineer extraordinaire, Ben Seidman, with a hive in our headdresses. We were angry about things we could not control and, ultimately, were inconsequential. Hey, the Phillies stink. We have eyes and can see what’s going on this ballclub and it’s sickening. What makes that especially so is that it never had to be like this.
Want to hear two old ballscribes in full rant? OK, here it is anyway:
We’re calling this 12.5 because it’s a scaled down crew. It’s kind of like when Robert Plant and Jimmy Page went out on the road without John Paul Jones a few years ago, but rather than do some self-indulgent blues numbers with ridiculous solos, we stick with the rock. I’m not sure who the Plant or Page is in this scenario, but we didn’t slow it down with some self-absorbed noodling or extended, blues’d up “Stairway” thing.
Nope. Not at all.
We went after it from the jump. Nobody gets a chance to come up for air. Deitch came gunning at the first riff and I stepped on the gas when given the chance. In fact, rather than just 60 minutes of our regular The Podcast of Awesomeness fare, we bring you 90 minutes of The Podcast of Angryness.
Come get some.