Showing posts with label Labor Day 2011 415 Media Rich Lieberman. Show all posts
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Monday, September 5, 2011

Labor Day Random Thoughts

Hello minions.

Labor Day, 2011. And everybody in town is taking the day off. The Chronicle is about 3 pages deep. Or so it seems. What the hell, newspapers are dying, right? At least Ostler has a nice piece on the Giants. Probably through, unless your Martie Lurie or Larry Baer. That's not a knock on Martie, by the way, he's simply the eternal optimist and I imagine he'll say its not over till its over in his ninth hour after Monday's game in San Diego....

After my customary 4th cup of Peets, turned on KGO Radio and Pat Thurston was subbing for Ronn Owens. Surprise! Owens has the Johnny Carson schedule--works about 100 days a year now. I like Pat Thurston, but I don't think she's as great as KGO's suits thinks she is; Maybe its the voice. Hey, don't call me sexist, there's enough johnsons, (careful), over there I have issues with too. I like this Stacy Taylor guy but naturally, they put him on when nobody is listening. Christine Craft, even though Christine can be snarly with callers--then again, she's damn smart. God Bless Gene Burns for fighting back, but I hope its not merely a tease....

Caught Joe Montana on a Knibber "best of" show, (read: taped) Funny, Montana still looks like Barry Manilow and can probably toss better than Alex Smith. I'm not kidding, which is scary....Looks as if everyone is in a mellow mood. Downtown is positively gray and empty, save for the tourists and they look, well, touristy...I think I'm going to head to Tommy's Joynt and watch a little college football. Yes, I love Tommy's--a throwback place. The yuppie-free zone where the old school meet. No tapas there. You want tapas? Oh please....

Labor Day 2011. Hell, Wasn't it just February? Time flies when you're not having fun. A zigzag pace in today's faster world. Thank you internet. Yes, I'm rambling. At least I'm consistent. Never have I more admired Caen for doing this professionally six days a week. Yeah, I know he had helpers, but so did Montana. I recall a fellow named Rice and Clark. Craig and Taylor. Cross and big o-linemen. (Paging Ira Miller.)

OK, time to head out. Have a cold one on me today and feel free to throw a few darts, I'm used to it now.

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