Wanted to briefly comment on the events of last evening. (You can catch a glimpse of Sheena Beaston in the above pic, and that's all the more you get.)

Went with my brother and a friend to a book reading/signing featuring the deliciously punny Will Leitch of Deadspin and his new book, "God Save the Fan."

Details lack on this site, but you can read all about it here.
To cap off the evening, we ventured over to a bar called The Patriot. Seriously, its in a suck part of town. Chambers Street overlooking the WTC site. It's so desolate down there, but the $6 pitchers of PBR more than made up for it.

So sports, drinking, and where does the music come in?

Upon entering said establishment, we were blasted with a fiery wave of heated nasty. Literally. It was easily 95 degrees in there. And I'm a sweater. Thank god for wearing black to work yesterday.

So the tunes.

One of the 3 Josh's I met last night claimed he had no control over what came on the jukebox when he randomly put money in it. I beg to differ.

"......ooooooh, I'm here for the PARTAY!"
(Gretchen Wilson get down with your bad self)

Next.

Johhny Cash song #1.
Johhny Cash song #2.
Johnny Cash song #3.

I could deal with that.

Next.

"YOOOOOOUUUUUU never even call my by name!!!"
(David Allen Coe as performed by a brother after said pitchers of PBR)

Throw in a sprinkling of Shania Twain, Garth Brooks, Toby Keith, etc.....and we called it a night.