Some were dying, some were weeping,
Some were studying, some were sleeping,
Some were shouting “Texas # 1!”
There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 Magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged ’em.
Who are we to say the boy’s insane ?
He was sitting up there for more than an hour,
Way up there on the Texas Tower
Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. Yahoo!
He didn’t choke or slash or slit them,
Not our Charles Joseph Whitman,
He won’t be an architect no more.
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FACEOFF: 7pm Central
TV/RADIO: CSN, WGN Radio 720
BALLAD OF CHARLES WHITMAN: Defending Big D
I didn’t realize that the Hawks had only won two games in regulation in the past three weeks. That needs changing. Isn’t it a wonderful world when you can actually ask for a change in how you win?
I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I loathe St. Patrick’s Day. There isn’t one aspect of it that I like. Yeah I know, I’m not Irish. But guess what? Unless you’re Mighty Mike D, then neither are you. I don’t give a flying fornication that your last name might be O’Ryan or Gallagher or McDuffy (or McClure I suppose, but he doesn’t claim to be Irish all that much). Unless your parents are off the boat, or maybe your grandparents, you’re fucking American. And there’s nothing wrong with being American (at least some parts of it).
You know what you get when a group of people insist on clinging to their vision of Irish heritage? You get a stinking hellhole like Boston. And the only thing they know of being Irish is wearing green, being fucking racist, and listening to The Dropkick Murphys. You want any part of that? They certainly couldn’t point out Cork on a map.
You don’t own the green pines
So be careful where you lean
And when you’re lost under the blue sky
Look down and you’ll find me
You don’t own the green pines,
The blue sky, or the smoke
You don’t own the dust in your
Big brown eyes when you keep them closed
You don’t own the road boy
Better kick up a storm
You don’t own the big city lights
Better cop out your own
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GAME TIME: 6pm Central
TV/RADIO: CSN, WGN Radio 720
HOLDING ON, SLOOPY: The Cannon
It’s rare that three days off in a hockey season seems like we were all thrown into the hole, but that’s what this season has brought. After losing their first two games of the season, partly due to exhaustion, the Hawks embark on a pretty lax two-week trip that contains only four games. But if they’re not careful, the games themselves will be anything but lax.
It’s a whole theme today, as we look throughout the organization to see how the kids are doing.
Let’s not waste anytime. Over to crown jewel (I think) Phillip Danault, who’s been on fire since being traded to the much superior Moncton from his hometown Victoriavile Tigres. In 25 games with Moncton, Danault is 9-26-35. The assists are encouraging. If Danault is going to make the big jump next season (and it’s 50-50 whether he can or not from what I can tell), he’s going to have to be something of a playmaker on the 2nd line with Bolland returning to his checking role. Or maybe on the 4th. I don’t know. Whatever, it’s all a rich tapestry. Let’s say the Hawks would be stronger if he can.
