"The Best Game Ever"

Its New Year's day 2007, which for me meant a college football extravaganza. I had tickets to the Fiesta Bowl later that day, and had made sure that I didn't hit it too hard the night before. That was not the case for the other two that were to accompany me. They decided that to give their tickets away, which was cool, but I was left with no one to go to the game with and a short as notice.

Super had put up with me watching (and yelling at) the TV every Saturday all fall, and the fact that he had never been to a major bowl game, he was going. We found another that actually had went to Boise State (Jasen...see post number two); they were facing Oklahoma and in spite of being undefeated, were pretty big under dogs. We all did a quite bit of pre-game drinking - in the parking lot, at a bar called the Yard House - yeah, you can buy a half yard worth of beer that naturally comes in a giant fucking glass - and continued with the $9 a cup shit beer inside.

Now, Super and I really didn't give two shits who was to win the game - I had no money riding and Super only mildly followed what had happened during the season since I pretty much forced it upon him by default, so we cheered for the underdog Boise State, along with Jasen who actually had a reason to cheer for them. We were surrounded by Sooner fans from every which way, and when Oklahoma had the lead, no one really cared that we were the only voices of descent. Well, that changed when Boise State started making a game of it. Super of course was the loudest. He even came up with a chant - Boomer Sooner, better than later - that really was getting under the skin of the Oklahoma fans to a point that they started saying shit under their breaths...this one dude was rearing up to knock the fuck out of Super...but of course he would have been jumped instantly. Fucking Sooner fans. They didn't get it that all we wanted was a good, close game which we got. After a crazy 4th quarter and overtime where some fucking incredible and ballsy plays by Boise State happened right in front of us where we were sitting - we were fortunate to have witnessed one of the best games ever live right before our eyes. After that, I got Super hooked to going to the big bowl games, but we never witnessed such a game like we did that one unplanned, thrown-together-at-the-last-minute day.

(Yeah, that's Super in the middle of the pack slapping hands with Boise State fans after the game...like he'd be anywhere else)

In memory of Mario "the Boomer Sooner" Frassetto

Mario TV Episode 33 : Mudvayne...who else?

Mudvanyne : Do What You Do

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So much stuff I can't hear straight!

Yesterday, Mudvayne's new album, "The New Game" came out. I conferred with my colleague, we'll call him Jeffy Chaucer, and low and behold......he got the big shaft-o again. You see, Jeff pre-ordered the album and it was delivered when he wasn't home, so it's on lockdown at the Post Office. And then there's me, who walks into Zia, hangs a quick left, a quick right, back out the door, and I've got it blaring in my car about 2 minutes later. (I say 2 minutes because the damn packaging on these albums is getting more and more elaborate).

Listening to the new album brings back fond memories of Mr. Mario. There are a lot of good tunes in here. There is definitely a different vibe to this album than everything else they've done. It shows that they've grown, without losing that metal-crazy-f*ck-it-all edge. If I can squeeze their upcoming Tempe Marquee show into my schedule I'm gonna rock out for 2.

I'm sure Mario would be pleased with the results on "The New Game." I'd be expecting an email or a text message or a call or d.) all of the above from him in the last 24-hours. He'd already have track numbers listed in his head, Yeah JC, I like 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 11 or something along those lines. Instead of saying he liked everything except 8 and 10, he'd go the long way. Something about listing them all out like that would appeal to his nature, as if to validate his true fanhood to a group he loved.

I'm looking at the archive here and we are seriously slacking in the month of November. I know that both myself and Jeffy Chaucer are busy with school, so much so that we're pretty miserable. But, I also know that Super is never far from thought. If I had more time to compose these messages, I would, but for now I have to take a break. Once I free up that time I expect to flood this thing like Noah, with all sorts of yummy deliciousness. Just a few more weeks until the gates come down *holding my breath!*

Also, looking forward to January 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. Jeff and I are scheduled to get our Mario tattoos, and on the 3rd and 4th a gaggle of us are headed to California to spread Mario's ashes in the Pacific.

As always, I'll be back soon...

...stand on me.

JC

Mario rides again!!

Figured i'd put Supers gloves to good use before they go into a case.

Mario TV Episode 32 : Tool

Tool : Vicarious

Freaky Video, but awesome




Eye on the TV
'cause tragedy thrills me
Whatever flavour
It happens to be like;
Killed by the husband
Drowned by the ocean
Shot by his own son
She used the poison in his tea
And kissed him goodbye
That's my kind of story
It's no fun 'til someone dies

Don't look at me like
I am a monster
Frown out your one face
But with the other
Stare like a junkie
Into the TV
Stare like a zombie
While the mother
Holds her child
Watches him die
Hands to the sky crying
Why, oh why?
'cause I need to watch things die
From a distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all need it too, don't lie

Why can't we just admit it?
Why can't we just admit it?

We won't give pause until the blood is flowing
Neither the brave nor bold
The writers of stories sold
We won't give pause until the blood is flowing

I need to watch things die
From a good safe distance

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
You all feel the same so
Why can't we just admit it?

Blood like rain come down
Drawn on grave and ground

Part vampire
Part warrior
Carnivore and voyeur
Stare at the transmittal
Sing to the death rattle

La, la, la, la, la, la, la-lie

Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.

We all feed on tragedy
It's like blood to a vampire

Vicariously I, live while the whole world dies
Much better you than I

Mario TV : Episode 31 : Metallica

Some old school Metallica.

Metallica : One