With lil’ Robbie Gould bitching his way out of SF, and with the kicking saga in Chicago reaching epic proportions, you’d think we could work out some kind of fleecing deal that Lynch could conjure up with da Bears. Chicago is in kicking hell, and holding open tryouts for placekickers from the magic 33 yard line. Yes, the same 33 yard line where recently cut, and still collecting bank, Cody Pankey famously double-doinked his kick in the playoffs last year.
Funny thing is, no one in the tryouts can hit from 43. They had 8 guys kicking, and they went 2-8. They narrowed it down to Dewey, Cheathan, and Howe Piniero, Blewett, and Fry. They got the benefit of the doubt and were kicking 42 yard FGs. They all missed. Because Blewett, well, blew it, he was blown off the team. They are down to Fry and Piniero. Are they even options? Are they in the market for Robbie? He’s been openly pleading to go back there after they shoved him out the door 4 years ago.
Given the fact that Matt Nagy has made this such a huge deal for the team, one would think we could work out a trade. Chicago won’t be trading draft picks to us as they have burned a shit ton last year (1st and 2nd for Khalil Mack, 4th rounder to move up and get David Montgomery) and they only have 6 picks.
Players? It would be cool to get ILB Danny Trevathan from the Bears. They’ll get cap relief of around $6 mill, they get their kicker, and we shore up our defense even more. We’d proll have to throw in a 4th round pick or something, but hey sounds good to me.
Forty Niners Forever 
A lot of homes were growing up without a daddy in Liverpool in 1960. Some without parents altogether. WWII was no joke.
This is John’s song about an orphanage nearby his childhood home.
In his acid phase.
That is a great video. Back when they occasionally made promo videos.
John discovered that English schoolchildren were getting classes in, among other things, finding meaning in Beatles song lyrics.
There’s a nasty reference to the cop who busted him for pot in Paris, but otherwise the lyrics are deliberate nonsense.
Figure that out! Ha!
But if you want something not studio produced and raw emotion, it’s hard to beat Janis Joplin. She did not perform Me and Bobby McGee at the Monterey Pop Festival. rather she perfomed Ball and Chain. But I prefer this Beatles song:
Woodstock, of course. Almost 50 years exactly.
This has always been my favorite Beatles song, a middling early one. Ah, me, the romantic!
RT- Magical mystery tour is by far my favorite Beatles album. I always thought the Sgt. Pepper album was part one of a two set record and Mystery tour was the second part. They could color a tune like nobody I ever heard before or since. The only group that comes close is Pink Floyd
Same with the Doors, but they were much darker. Their mood was usually dark and violent.
RTF, my sister was at the 1968 Monterey Pop Festival and I am so jealous of her. If I could time travel, that would be one of my destinations. She also went to Altamont. . . Think I’d skip that one . . .
This is funny as hell, but the singing is spot-on Cocker.
One last one . . . an old Doors promo video.
One of my favorites
I could never really figure the Doors. I just couldn’t stay that loaded. Like a lot of groups most of Their stuff was sexually motivated
Yeah, like a lot of groups back then, the late 60s were not the peace love and granola so fondly looked back on. That went the way of a few stray bullets. After 1967 shit was getting dangerous and the City was filled with panhandling drugged-out children looking for things they couldn’t find. The Doors certainly reflected their times what with the war in Viet Nam, rioting over that, turmoil in most college campuses, and race riots to boot. Ithink they tapped into the dark danger and excitement of the times better than most.
By the time Morrison Hotel came out there was blood in the streets . . .
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