Open Mic Night

You are going to have to take my word for it, because I left my phone in the Highlander (“You will always be weaker than I, Highlander!”) and I didn’t get ADOGG to video me.

It was at a brewpub in Cincinnati called Fretboards. The cool thing about this place is they only want you to play original music, so I was cool with that. I have been to enough open mics to know that my originals hold up well, even though the last song I wrote was over twenty years ago.

It is about my first girlfriend.

In high school.

We were military brats living on Shaw Air Force Base in South Carolina. I loved it there. The sweet syrupy southern drawls from those cute little southern belles.

Muy bueno.

But I digress…

Here’s the song:

The Heat of the Fire

Pecans were a big deal in South Carolina and I could (and did) watch the tall pecan trees gently swaying in the wind, dropping their ripe nuts which would find their way into a Special Sack of mine (a pillow cover) and home to Mom.

I actually ate my way OUT of liking pecan pies and all variations of.

Too much of a good thing.

However, I did fall back in love with the mellow nut when I paired it with a Caramelized Raspberry Compote served with thin slices of medium-rare duck.

Yum.

When I was there, the University of South Carolina Gamecocks were the undisputed number one team in college basketball. They easily ran away with the ACC conference title, but lost any chance of competing for the national championship tournament when they lost a controversial double-overtime game to the N.C. State Wolfpack.

South Carolina handled it the way any nationally-contending team would placed in the same situation.

They quit the ACC.

Adios.

I am getting psyched to see the NFL playoffs this weekend. Although Patrick Mahomes and the Chiefs look awesome, don’t sleep on Joe Cool and the Cincinnati Bengals. I think the Chiefs prevail, but not by much: 34-31.

But I’m not putting any of MY money on the game.

As far as the Rams and Forty-Niners, I am thinking Rams 23-14.

I did get to see way more football this year than any previous season, so I have a lot to base my picks on this season.

I’d better stop.

I’m talking myself into making a bet.

I will make this bet, however.

I bet Karen would kick my ass if she caught me gambling again (without her knowledge).

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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