Yes The Eddie Money! I got a chance to see him on 3 July rocking the Arlington Heights Frontier Days. Money is 60 and his voice sounds it due to his rock and roll lifestyle excesses. But, what was classic were Eddie's comments:
I sold 7 million records and got married four times. I'm broke, come up and buy a CD for $5!
This ones for the ladies who loved me in the eighties!
For the most part, the "true" Money fans arrived early and grabbed prime spots near the stage whilst I was relegated to the 380 foot marker and the majority of the crowd merely enjoyed him as back drop music. That was until he played one of his monster hits; Two Tickets, Baby Hold On, Take Me Home Tonight, then they joined in and sung-shouted the half remembered lyrics.
Of course, the fair also provided the nearly unending fun of people watching, punctuated by spotting a rocking Femullet and of being cognizant of the bad element, a few of whom I noted despite the efforts of the AHPD.
Showing posts with label behavior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label behavior. Show all posts
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Drunken Cubs "Fans"
So Come On And Have A Good Time
And Get Blinded Out Of Your Mind ~ AC/DC, Have a Drink On Me
Roughly 5 hours after the end of a Cubs game this last weekend, our Dispatch received a call from the Metra police asking for assistance in taking 12-15 Cubs fans off the train as it stopped in my town.
And guess why?
Becuase they had just spent the last 4 hours boozing it up in Wrigleyville and now were causing problems for the conductors by such admirable actions as urinating in the train, throwing beer cans at one another, jumping around the cars and generally being sloppy drunks.
When I arrived all I could hear over Coms was yelling. When I got onto the train the group was loud, disorderly, obniouxs, profane, vulgar, combative and whinny.
Their yelling was punctuated with variations of the following:
As I helped one young lady who refused to get off the train leave, she turned on me and shouted you can’t push me I know my rights.
I stopped (still holding her arm ever so gently) and said, "You do? Well, tell me your rights? What are your rights?"
She paused and with head titled, mouth slightly agape she looked at me wordlessly.
I continued, "Your behavior is prohibited by Metra, they want you off the train, You're getting off."
After the train had departed and the drunks had mostly been packaged off to their suburban wonderlands I asked a buddy of mine "Do you know who you would never see act like that? Brothers."
Because if they got blasted were throwing beer cans at each, swearing, jumping around the train and then decided to mean mug and confront a group of cops they know they would catch a beat down.
When was the last time you saw an African-American man run onto Wrigley Field? (Mute the Commentary.)
And Get Blinded Out Of Your Mind ~ AC/DC, Have a Drink On Me
Roughly 5 hours after the end of a Cubs game this last weekend, our Dispatch received a call from the Metra police asking for assistance in taking 12-15 Cubs fans off the train as it stopped in my town.
And guess why?
Becuase they had just spent the last 4 hours boozing it up in Wrigleyville and now were causing problems for the conductors by such admirable actions as urinating in the train, throwing beer cans at one another, jumping around the cars and generally being sloppy drunks.
When I arrived all I could hear over Coms was yelling. When I got onto the train the group was loud, disorderly, obniouxs, profane, vulgar, combative and whinny.
Their yelling was punctuated with variations of the following:
But, we’re going to fancy upscale Chicago Suburb How are weeeeee suppossed to get there? This is bullshit... What the fuck man... Screw you... I gah-tah piss... Dude, hey dude dude dude hey dude dude let me talk to you for a moment...
As I helped one young lady who refused to get off the train leave, she turned on me and shouted you can’t push me I know my rights.
I stopped (still holding her arm ever so gently) and said, "You do? Well, tell me your rights? What are your rights?"
She paused and with head titled, mouth slightly agape she looked at me wordlessly.
I continued, "Your behavior is prohibited by Metra, they want you off the train, You're getting off."
After the train had departed and the drunks had mostly been packaged off to their suburban wonderlands I asked a buddy of mine "Do you know who you would never see act like that? Brothers."
Because if they got blasted were throwing beer cans at each, swearing, jumping around the train and then decided to mean mug and confront a group of cops they know they would catch a beat down.
When was the last time you saw an African-American man run onto Wrigley Field? (Mute the Commentary.)
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Justice (as seen through a hoop)
Ach, too easy... How's about:
You are the Enemy I name Thee now... and this I swear: to my last breath I shall block You on earth.... ~ Amadeus: A Play by Peter Shaffer
The Bulls did end up losing to the Celtics in Game 7 of a very exciting playoff series. Too bad, however, the Bulls players did not resort to cheap shots on the Celtic players in order to win the game or in retaliation for the Celtics dirty play through the series, mainly by Rajon Rondo.
What struck me as pertienent was the Bulls’ fans reactions to the perceived injustice in the foul calling. The actions of Rondo were against the rules and the spirit of the game. When the fans saw his actions were not be penalized they wished the Bulls players would exact some measure of revenge.
Humans have an evolved sense of right and wrong. What the fans wanted was a variation of the Tit-for-Tat, Retaliator or other system given to the evolutionary defense mechanism of reciprocal altruism.
Tit-for-Tat is not the best strategy ever and has been defeated but only when others have worked out detailed attempts to specifically defeat it. The one I favor and have used (playfully) is nicknamed Grim. Grim punishes cheats with ETERNAL vengeance. I do seem to recall "someone" else favoring the Grim strategy.
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