In the film, "League of Their Own", Tom Hanks' character manages a baseball team of women during World War II, and admonishes them to accept criticism (and losses) with stoicism and professionalism. The famous quote is, "There's no crying in baseball."
Hereabouts we're trying not to shed a tear. A surprisingly successful and not uncommonly magical baseball season has drawn to a close for our hometown heroes. Thing 2 and I even experienced this earlier this week, for the very first time in his 14 years:
Objectively there is much hope for the future, as the team is young with no pending free agents or known dissension. The players will be better for the experience, and maybe next year or some other year coming soon, we'll have the opportunity to get further into the post-season, rather than to be left with some oddball souvenirs of experiences planned but not actually experienced in full:
So I have decided to re-focus on my personal glide-path to weigh zero. I had somewhat of a pennant-race driven hiatus from many things Sparky, but still managed to drop a few more in recent weeks and most recently I clocked in at 63 lbs down, since the day after Xmas last year. Roughly, that's a 7 lbs decline per month, though the swimming months were better (more like 10s) and the non-swimming months were less (more like 5s). Still, progress is progress and with some renewed focus on the mundane mechanics of it all (yep. nutrition tracking, exercise, and a Sparky water bottle filled to the brim with Orioles' crocodile tears), the weight again will come off.
Roughly I'm a little more than halfway between my starting weight and the numerical criterion of a BMI of 25. My Wii Fit still smugly asserts my obesity, so there still is work to do. As many of you know, music remains my workout buddy, and the shortening days have largely forced me indoors (and onto an inclined treadmill) rather than outside except for weekends. Still, when I'm up there for a half-hour to an hour of uphill, music fills my headphones and helps pass the time and keep the pace.
So, I needed some new music. So I reformatted and reloaded ye olde mp3 player. And so...
Back on March 7 and periodically since though not recently (and at a far earlier stage of ill-deserved - and now seemingly waning - Sparky fame) , I blogged about how I find the intrinsically boring activity of working out, well, boring if done in silence. For me, having music that motivates me (and that I like) is simply everything about a successful workout.
Those six prior blogs presented some workout music that I like, and presented a game wherein songs and artists could be guessed. Many songs remain un-guessed from the first five blogs; check them and see if you know any.
Since then, I have concluded that I am right under the fat part (pun intended) of the bell curve of the Sparky demographics. If I know the songs and remember them, you should too. Most of you, anyway.
As I also first explained on March 7, one of the first things I bought for myself when I got serious about exercise was a good, high-capacity mp3 player with comfy, noise-cancelling headphones. Many of you who have gotten to know me, also know that I even did this before new workout shoes (yes I am a nut, but by being here this fact about me you also already know). I have upgraded the workout shoes since, admittedly.
I like my workout music a lot; I really do. I gets me going miles and miles and miles, on land September-May, and in the pool in the summer (did I ever mention that I miss swimming?). Right now I'm closing in on about 200 days until the start of the pool season.
Anyway, over a half year ago when I had lost my first 10% of my starting weight, I rewarded myself with a new, waterproof mp3 player, as I also blogged about. Now I'm back on land with a reloaded, 3,200-song mp3 player. Reloaded with what music? Dare you ask, for you are going to be sorry you wondered this. Because, once again, - YOU GET TO GUESS! Hang on, it's yet another Sparky quiz (the 7th in a series) and here goes:
Step 1: I have yet again put my 3,200-song list on my mp3 player on random shuffle. Most but not all of the songs tend to bounce along lively. I graduated high school in 1979; the fat part of my musical bell shaped curve is from about then through perhaps 1985. That being said, my kids have endeavored to keep me current and not yet musically fossilized so I have a little bit of newer stuff too. Many friends also attempt to broaden my tastes; generally I resist but occasionally I succumb.
Step 2: I have posted the lyrics from the first line from the first 30 songs that played, no matter how embarrassing or obscure. Or obvious. In the circumstance that the song starts out as a dead giveaway (ex. Can't Buy Me Love by The Beatles), a different stanza is offered up.
Step 3: Your job is to guess the artist and title correctly. Now and then as my time affords, I will edit this blog to bestow the first-correct-answerers with due mention. And I will give you credit as first in with a correct guess. I am sole judge, jury and executioner in terms of near guesses. Think Alex Trebek. On Jeopardy, Alex would not give a half point for an artist without a song title or vice versa; nor will I.
Step 4: If your are a former, current or aspiring DJ try and constrain yourself to the five most obscure ones you know, so as to give others a chance. As always, looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING.
Now its dawn on a melancholy Saturday morning here on the Eastern Seaboard, but I'm an early riser and I hope to see a bunch of guesses roll in before long. The early bird gets the worm.... Here goes, once again, and good luck!...
1. I’m gonna write a little letter; mail it to my local DJ - GREASY JOAN
2. Everywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy - VANCOUVER GINGER
3. I used to travel in the shadows, and I never found the nerve to try to walk up to you
4. I’m wearing my fur pajamas; I ride a hot potato
5. As you brush your shoes, and stand before the mirror - CRANRANA
6. Nobody on the road; nobody on the beach - VANCOUVER GINGER
7. Whenever I’m with you, something inside starts burning
8. Please allow me to introduce myself - GREASY JOAN
9. When I was a little girl, I had a rag doll - PITTSBURGH DEBBIE
10. So many girls here, where do I begin?
11. Stacy, can I come over after school (after school) - DIANE (A.K.A. STEPHANIE)
12. Cold late night so long ago, when I was not so strong you know
13. Let's go back, let's go back, let's go way on back when
14. You and I in a little toy shop - SUSAN818127
15. Move yourself; you always life your life. Never thinking about the future
16. Home in the valley; home in the city
17. There’s a place up ahead and I’m going – just as fast as my feet can fly - PITTS DEBBIE
18. I’m gonna make it bend and break; say a prayer but let the good times roll
19. I remember when rock was young - GREASY JOAN
20. Out on the road for 40 days; Last night in Little Rock put me in a haze - MR. GREEN-JEANS
21. She’s into superstition: black cats and voodoo dolls - VANCOUVER GINGER
22. I got my first real 6-string; bought it at the five and dime - DIANE (A.K.A. STEPHANIE)
23. On the floor of Tokyo, or in Londowntown; a go-go
24. The walls are built up, stone by stone - VANCOUVER GINGER
25. When I was younger, so much younger than today - GREASY JOAN
26. Ah, now summertime’s here babe; need something to keep you cool
27. Who needs friends who never show? I’ll tell you what you want to know - VANCOUVER GINGER
28. Spread out now… doctor come cut loose her mama's reins
29. Hey you – I’m dancing with your girl
30. I took my Baby to the doctor - with a fever; but nothing he found
Oh, and one more thing: one of my favorite Sparkies and fellow Baltimorean TIMOTHYNOHE advised of his father's baseball fandom guidance: once your team is knocked out of contention, root for your league in the World Series. Tim goes on to explain that this even includes the Yankees, should they again represent the American League. For me, that works about as well as a Kuwaiti rooting for Iraq. Not gonna happen. For the time being (ALCS), we've changed our stripes: