Cleveland Rocks


Yep, Ian Hunter was correct. Even though the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame only rarely does their inducing in Cleveland, the museum is great fun.

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You can take photos but some are kind of challenging. Witness the display case enveloping Mr. Garcia’s guitar below.

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But there are indeed friends around every corner.

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This guitar was one of Muddy Waters’

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I’m pretty knowledgeable about my music history in general terms, but never saw Elvis play a doublenecked guitar.

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But even here, Bill Graham is watching.

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And there are more folks waiting on you.

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(as the flood of pictures on my FB feed will attest)

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Time it right, however and the sun does shine over the wall.

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Thanks for having us, Pete

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Yeah, I’ll be back. Perhaps the Hall should have their party there once in awhile.

Office work


Video shoots can be pretty exciting if you’ve never been a part of one. But if you have, they can be a little routine. A productive day to be sure, but the process can leave one with a little time on your hands, so I milked my camera battery on some of my photogenic colleagues.

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Baby Gorilla venturing out on her own.

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The polar bear cubs, only folks to appreciate a 15 degree day in late March

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Blue Poison Dart frogs

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Does your office have a beaded lizard? I think not.

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Kitty’s Back……in ocelot form

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The macaw was giving a lengthy address.

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This guy was not

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Yeah, I was away from my desk for a bit

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The Big Orange


You don’t often get a chance to be a part of a spectacle, in a good way. When my moonlighting gig at the local arena listed the NCAA’s regional, I knew I kind of wanted to see some of it. I’ve long thought its good for your soul to lose yourself in something bigger than you and this seemed like one of those times. I’m not the biggest basketball fan. The pro game doesn’t do much for me. Just as I was starting to appreciate it, the Buffalo Braves were taken from me. 4 years at St. Bonaventure in the early 80s got you used to hearing how good Syracuse was and the games were more something to organize your saturday evening beverage consumption around. In a way, it was perfect training for a Mets fan.

But working the event is something, even if it was relegated to WTBS.
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It’s kind of a big deal. I couldn’t fit all the media outlet trucks in the photo, but they were in such number, they enveloped the First Niagara Center.

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Below is one of the invites for tourney fans to have a cold drink, which you couldn’t do inside at the game. Given that it took so long to get the two games in, that was a good thing. But no points for guessing what the first thing I did once I got dismissed.

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The back of our downtown sports palace is a little warehouse like, depending on the event. With the basketball circus in town, backstage turned into a maze of makeshift draped corridors to accommodate the television networks, the schools, and other dignitaries, both real and imagined.

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The souvenir offerings were a little lacking. There wasn’t much to commemorate the Buffalo locale or the schools involved. In a sense I understand that. Most of the stuff was promoting the final four, but in my guise as usherman, a few folks, mostly SU peeps, were looking for ways to part with their monies.

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I took this one as it was the first view I had of the actual thing, never been involved with a TV show at the level before, and first time I’d ever been to a basketball game of any significance.

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The tourney organizers brought Sabre covers for the scoreboard, guess they heard.

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That’s the Orange pep band. Their polo shirts had a big blue stripe across them. From my vantage point, it initially looked like they were paying homage to Charlie Brown.

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And this was where I was paid to watch basketball.

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Got the basketball jones…..

Truth be told, with all the brackets getting busted on Thursday, I think that is why this one got played at night, and while I don’t watch much basketball, the Syracuse Dayton game wasn’t very good. The Uconn Villanova game was a little more entertaining, but I didn’t give it its due, because after standing in the same general turf for seven hours, they needed to be playing dodgeball to hold my interest.

But still, Buffalo doesn’t get many opportunities to play on this scale, so it was cool to play a part in it this one time.

The Wearing of the Green


As a lifelong irishman, I should be offended, but this is pretty funny.

But before you raise a pint, okay another…

But there is some good songs out there for the actual celtic folk. This is my personal favorite.

I laughed a little to myself that my culture can get reduced to green bagels and to me picking them up, which in the department of counting your blessings means that I got first pick. See, silver linings everywhere.

In the company of a dear friend and actual guinness, (No green beer, got to draw the line somewhere), I rang in the weekend with some genuine celtic tunage that DIDN’T involve anything from U2.

Slainte

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As the Puck Turns


Got to catch up as linked in now reminds me how long it’s been since I have had something to say.

While working the past two nights at the downtown professional hockey palace, I’ve been enjoying the people watching and how it’s different depending on opponent. One of the common threads is that everybody, and I mean everybody, when they come to the end of the tunnel before ascending the steps to their seats, stops and poses before continuing to their chair. I had to laugh a little at the notion that given everybody has cell phone, people still look for another “Where’s Waldo” style peering at the stands hoping to see the person they are seeking. Nobody calls.

But that was nothing compared to the hullabaloo of the final Friday in February, as sharp eyed fans watching warm-up didn’t see the captain or the goalie (who was the face of the franchise) appear on the ice. And this is before the shenanigans that led to former star turned beloved execl eaving. I didn’t hear anything, and a few folks (and me) checked our twitter feeds to see what the skinny truly was. All became known as the team began to blow up, by trading the two guys most folks hated to see go.

While I was pondering the previously unheard of notion of too much hockey in a week, the hometown team was in the midst of turning into a soap opera. The idea that the principals involved in that won’t let anybody know what the scoop was is a little frustrating if you are a ticket holder or somebody who might say come play hockey here.

Folks hopefully might still do that.

Frozen


“Cold enough for ya?”

Shaddup

This return to old school Buffalo winter is effecting my naturally sunny disposition.Mother Nature has a drinking problem and she has been slapping us around a little too much, making up for two or three El Nino laden winters of minimal snow, with a endless bitchfest of near zero temps and winds that make your face hurt.

I’m tired.

When this was the norm, we would occasionally get that little breather in January or February, a few days off where you could wear a lighter jacket, get some meaningful sunshine, and it would be a good respite to get you through to St. Patrick’s Day. Instead, we got this, this unrelenting festival of negative wind chills and plow drivers who aren’t sure where to put snow, so much so they’ve taken to smacking cars as that is what they are used to seeing. My apartment driveway is better set for skeleton and luge events than Sochi is.

I’m tired.

Tired of the adults who bitch about the snow days, like they got gyped in 1987 when the temps were colder and the drifts higher or why aren’t we getting a snow day, it’s cold out there (The city did screw up with the late call the one day, but alas), tired of the folks who post about “You live in Buffalo, whaddya expect?” I expect you to shaddup, but I guess that was too much to ask for. I like the four seasons, but this has been too cold too long to enjoy a lot of winter stuff.

It does a strange thing to one’s system. We got a sunny day, and temps around 15, but no wind and you would have thought it was spring break. “Leave the hats and gloves at home, whoo-hoo.”

I’ve already been reminded that the forecast for Buffalo for later this week has temps in the 40s for a day. This is not reason, I repeat, not reason for busting out the flip flops and shorts, no matter how tempting that might be. Keep that translucence on your porch, could blind a person.