Completely bad ass. Let me give you an idea of what I'm talking about ("Bear" on Maury Povich when he's proven not to be the father). Here's another snippet from the In The Flesh opener.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" - additional comment from Bear in regard to the second paternity test.
I went back to the lower level and ran into Tim the Scalper. He said, "Your woman's way up there in line. I think she's gotta a line on some tix." Before I could respond, a small, very pregnant looked at me. With a gruff voice, she barked, "You need a ticket. Here ya go. What the fuck am I gonna do with it ???" As I thanked her profusely, she muttered, "That's cool. Have a good one!"
Sweet. Now we had three freebies. Right at crunch time too. So I ended up selling my extra to Tim for $20 and we hurried in. We then met up with everyone in the Captain Morgan lounge. What happened next, I was unprepared for. The tickets Gig got from those guys were section 112, row f'in B (that's row "B" as in "Bitchin" or "Bitchtastic."). And they were aisle seats to top it off. For those unfamiliar with the layout of Consol, these were some of the absolute best tickets in the house. They were listed as comps but they had to be in the $220 face value zone. Badda Boom, Badda Bing. We hung out for the first set and then I ventured to the other seats with the townies. I figured Elyssa would enjoy the second half in the kill zone.
So what did I think of the concert? First off, it really wasn't a rock concert. It was more of a performance or masterpiece, if you will. I refuse to even rank it in my top shows. I will always consider it separate. Too many highlights to mention. I will say this... at one point, my eyes welled up and I almost cried. For those unfamiliar with my emotional state, I cried once back in 1992 and another time in second grade. Other than that, I rarely break down in tears. My mother said "I cried a little bit when I was an infant, but other than diaper related issues, "I was a good baby."
I'll guess we'll see what happens. If my hunches about history are accurate, those lyrics could be prophetic. So glad I got to see Roger Waters. In retrospect, he was most definitely on the bucket list.
Not only that, but the Pirates took control of first place last night with a ninth inning run to beat the Houston Astros (5-4). Once more time... "Now that's I'm talking about."
So I woke up at 5:30 am and hoofed it back to Wheeltown. I crashed the Freedom Race - a 5 mile journey through delightful downtown Wheeling. Man, it was a hot one. For those who give a damn, I did it in 45:03. That's an unofficial time though. "Unofficial" because I didn't cough up the mandatory $20. I know, I'm horrible. Truth be told, this is the first time I've ever ducked an entry fee. Don't worry - there wasn't a charitable cause. I suppose you could make the argument, "I really know how to put the "free" in "freedom" (it being the Jewish 4th of Jew-lie). We also call this putin' the "yahoo" in Benjamin Netanyahu).