Have I slipped back in time???

I've been a satellite radio subscriber for several years now.  I spend a lot of time wandering the channels but I have several that are favorites including one called Margaritaville.  You can guess who the mainstay of that one is.  It turns out that Jimmy B and I have a number of things in common, including (a) being old (b) we're both pilots (c) both members of the airplane crash survivor's club (d) we've both been shot at and (e) both are writers.  I have to admit, he's had a bit more success at publishing his works that me but still, we're obviously kindred spirits in this nutty world that expects more adherence to convention than either of us have been able to adopt.  Oh, ond we both like the odd and sometimes offbeat musician.

So last night, while doing my best to confirm to a common sense approach to life and driving to Famous Project Manager's school, the folks at Margaritaville popped on a tune by a band called "The Explorer's Club".  That caught my attnention because, of course, the Explorer's Club - the real one not the band - is an extra cool bunch of adventurers the likes of Robert Peary (first to the North Pole), Roald Amundsen (first to South Pole), Sir Edmund Hillary (first to the summit of Everest), and Neil Armstong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins and if you don't know what they were first at I think you might be hopeless.  Anyway, the "new" Explorer's Club seems to have decided to channel the Beach Boys.  These South Carolina guys stopped me cold when I heard them sing. 

Check this out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgLiYy5uYhw

Then, just to show you I'm not really nuts - give a listen 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QB2Ck00YZ8&feature=fvst

Game Seven...What a Series!!!

Game Seven for the cup....

At times I find myself comparing life to a hockey game, or more correctly comparing life to a series such as we are seeing played out now.  Some days I just don't want to get up and keep pushing, I'd rather lay around and watch a little tv, read the paper and then maybe go for a hike.  I don't think it works that way either in life, or in hockey.  It certainly hasn't for the teams from Boston and Vancouver, who somehow manage to keep finding the strength to skate one more time.  Maybe those plus one million dollar salaries help, but still, after being pounded for six hours, I think I might just drift off to the side and try to be invisible.

Tonight is the final meeting of the teams for the 2011 Stanley Cup when Vancouver meets Boston in Rogers Arena in Vancouver.  I'm hoping to see a bit more of what's pictured in the attached photo with the puck somehow managing to slip past the incredible wall of Tim Thomas.  It's hard to wish defeat on him given the completely unbelievable performance he has had in this series, but I do wish the best for the "almost" hometown Canucks.

After this, no more hockey until October.  Grrr.