Brand new episode. A discussion of the Champions League and a preview of this weekend's Premier League matches. https://t.co/5Dm4gMGDKk— Rick Kaempfer (@RickKaempfer) September 17, 2021
Friday, September 17, 2021
Born OTD in 1882, Wildfire Schulte. Eccentric (he searched the streets for hairpins because they were lucky), clutch (.321 in 91 WS at bats), and memorable (Ty Cobb called him "one of the all-time greats"). WS in 1906-07-08-10. MVP in 1911. Stole home 22 times. #everyCubever pic.twitter.com/Ebiq8mRXDr— Rick Kaempfer (@RickKaempfer) September 17, 2021
Thursday, September 16, 2021
Over the past few years one of the things I've missed the most is live music. I was watching a great Bruce Springsteen concert film last night (from 2001) and I think I figured out why I miss it so much. Music is such a personal thing, and its so hard to put into words how and why it affects you. But in a concert setting you have the opportunity to not only express your love of that music, but you can do it directly to the artists that created it. You are telling them that the time and effort they put into what they created was worth it. That it was a great gift. When you sing along to their words, you are saying thank you, and you see it in their eyes that this makes them happy. You are happy that you can finally, if even in a very small way, pay them back for what they have given you. In a cynical world, its a big loss when this experience disappears, even for a small amount of time.