BLEACHERS BREW EST. MAY 2006

Someone asked me how my blog and newspaper column came to be titled "Bleachers Brew". It's like this, it's an amalgam of sorts of two things: The bleachers area in the stadium/arena where I used to sit when I would watch baseball, football, and basketball games and Miles Davis' great jazz album Bitches Brew. That's how it got culled together. I originally planned on calling it "The View from the Big Chair" that is a nod to Tears For Fear's second album, Songs from the Big Chair. So there.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Chickenjoy



Kostya Tszyu. Antonio Margarito. Miguel Cotto. And now, Manny Pacquiao. Yep. They were the fights that never were for Floyd Mayweather Jr. because Pretty Boy is actually Chickenjoy (Isn't his pop known as "Joy" too?). I don't even know why he has the gall to come out of retirement and dictate the terms including this unprecedented demand for drug testing when Pacman has tested negative thus far. You've been listening to your dad who talks too much that I wonder if he's on something.

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