Listen while you read…
today’s song: JAMAICAN PRISON SONG…
This song was from an acoustic gig some of the boys played at an art opening for their friend Joseph Wesley McGonigal Holmes Peters. Great artist, one long-ass name. Maybe it would have been more fitting to call today’s cut Mexican Prison Song. Is that racist? I don’t know. I don’t think so. Mexicans have long names. It’s a fact. But I am getting off track here. I really just wanted to mention why I chose this song. It’s because I feel like I too have just been released from jail – a communications jail. You see, I never used to get involved in the Internet stuff at my record label, and look where it has gotten me. I am still driving a ’93 Grand Am. But now, with this new record label blog experiment, I feel like I have control again. And I feel like I am free – free of the information shackles that bind me. Wait, should it be information that I am shackled too? Does that make sense? Is this whole metaphor a little gay? Should I go back to making fun of Mexicans? Or should I just get to today’s post? Okay…
Greetings music fans.
I am feeling lucky this week. So what better time to give in to one of my favourite (and most socially acceptable) vices: gambling. (Yet another thing the Internet has helped make better. Ah, Internet. How much do I love you? If I could pour drinks out of my computer, I would have popped the question a long time ago.)
For those of you who don’t know me, when Jon Raw gambles, he likes to put his money on college basketball. The kids don’t take nights off, you know? They are trying to make the pros. So those Shaun Alexander types that get the big pay day and then shut off the lights, even those lazy bastards are still giving 100% at this level. Hence the spreads are a little more predictable for those Vegas oddmakers. And they usually make pretty good calls. But every once in a while they really mess up. Like with this pick:
Notre Dame @ Louisville -12.5
This is the game I am taking; picking Notre Dame to beat the spread. I mean, come on, it’s Lent for chrissakes. Sure, the Notre Dame kids might have fasted all day, but they aren’t getting beat by twelve and a half. Besides, are you seriously gonna tell me some priest at Notre Dame isn’t giving them clearance to skip the Lent fast? They have one of the best forwards in the country and they are still just a bubble team. There’s no way they are risking a loss over lack of nourishment; God forbid they miss their shot at one shinning moment. But I’m not here to talk about the dreams of pastie, date-raping college boys. I’m here to win some moneys. I suggest you come join me.
Notre Dame to beat the spread.
Shine on you crazy diamonds.
Jon Raw
