Sing Me To Sleep

My iPod is totally on a Wu-Tang kick today, which is not a bad thing because I'm nodding off as I type this. It's been a long week and it's only Wednesday.

Thanks very much to all the peeps that came out to bluestate last night. I had a great time and was pretty pleased with our crowd considering Snow Patrol, Athlete, Snowden, Cartel and Andrew Bird were all playing gigs around town. Take that NYC! I finally got to play a Secret Machines song that had been on the last three or so playlists of mine but kept getting cut at the last minute. Full set lists will be up shortly and I'll update here whent that is the case.

I can barely put together coherent thoughts today. So looking forward to going home, finally watching 24 and then passing out at like 8 PM.

Milwaukee gets the #1 pick in the NBA Draft. Paging Marvin Williams. The Bobcats really got screwed here, dropping down to #5.

Can't wait until Saturday when I can finally see my first Phoenix Suns game of the playoffs. Too bad their series with the Spurs is all but over.

Just insane.

Uh...our bad.

For some reason I got so incredibly depressed when I read this. Even though he's been around forever, it's hard for me to think about Andre Agassi as an old man. I vividly remember watching him in the US Open quarters in either '88 or '89 (pre internets so I can't seem to find out which) when he took the first set from Ivan Lendl in amazing fashion before losing in 4 sets. I taped that match (I was a tennis geek in high school and taped every Agassi and McEnroe match on TV) and watched that first set over again and again and again to figure out how he moved his feet and got his shoulders turned so quickly. Back then, how hard Agassi hit the ball was revolutionary. Today it's commonplace and the game is worse off because of it. I'm really looking forward to seeing Agassi at Wimbledon and later this year at the US Open. It will most likely be his last time playing these events. I'll definitely be rooting for him.