Somehow I am going to try to tie-in Sister Hazel, the World Cup, and a story about a neighbor’s late night leak (and the maintenance man that came to fix it).
Let me begin with a band named Sister Hazel.
Every time a new Hazel album comes out, I honestly feel like a little kid at Christmas.
Seriously—just ask my wife.
They recently released a trio of songs on an EP entitled “Threeve” to tide over Hazelnuts until the band’s October 2010 new full length album.
Great freaking EP, by the way.
Go pick up their last few albums if you haven’t heard them in a while.
Hazel is like Pink Floyd, Grateful Dead, the Beatles, and masterful music all mixed up in a giant bowl.
And if their new album is anything like their prior CDs, I have absolutely no doubt it will be another gold medal winner.
However, I digress.
I was watching World Cup action yesterday morning and afternoon (Central Time), while taking care of my eight-month-old son, and I can’t help but admit that I am falling in love with this every-four-years event.
It’s freaking awesome.
I know most people in America quit watching when the USA lost to Ghana, but these matches have been more than enjoyable.
And I love it (Netherlands all the way)!
Sitting here listening to an American band by the name of “Break and Repair Method,” I can’t help but think about the sport of soccer and how so many people in the US don’t understand or appreciate this game.
Check them out and Google “Break and Repair Method” for sure—great stuff!
But, once again, I digress.
The World Cup action thus far has been nothing short of extraordinary, and I can’t wait to keep watching.
I’ll be heading to deep West Texas for the July 4th weekend, but no worries—I’ll still be keeping up with the World Cup.
My final story has to do, randomly, with my neighbor calling me this evening to see if I had a fan he could borrow.
I told him that if I had one I’d be happy to give him one, but didn’t have one.
When I asked why he needed one, he told me something along the lines of having a major leak in one of his closets and the pipe spraying water all over his clothes and suits (as an FYI, the upstairs neighbor I am talking about is a current law student).
He went on to frustratingly say he didn’t really want to talk about the leak.
Less than five minutes later, a random car pulled into the parking lot at the complex and the individual got out and quickly went upstairs.
A few moments later, I got a text from my other neighbor (who lives downstairs) asking who the random person was at our complex.
I told her I wasn’t sure, and asked if he had been upstairs; here was her reply (and I quote):
“Yes, he came storming down the stairs yelling in Spanish with a wrench and stuff in his hands.”
Now it all made sense.
Hope y’all enjoyed it, too!
Have fun continuing to watch World Cup action, along with your baseball teams (unless you’re a depressed Houston Astros fan such as myself), and I’ll be back soon enough with another “momentary lapse of reason” summer story.
And if you’re ever in Waco, Texas—check out Dancing Bear Pub.
Great place, great people.
Denton Ramsey may be reached via email at firstname.lastname@example.org