So, it seems like the Craig James tracks I dropped earlier today are the most popular musical vanity project since Friday. In all honesty, the evident popularity of Mike Leach, as indicated by the antipathy for Craig James, makes me think that Cap'n Leach should stop waiting for a coaching gig and throw his hat into the ring as an independent political candidate. That "not crazy/not Mormon" platform would attract lots of folks disenchanted with the current guy.
So, most of the time we do not unearth embarassing relics from the pasts of evil ESPN commentators. Mostly, it's food and stuff, Southern and other-wise. We will make time to make fun of Alice Waters, Paula Deen and Yelpers; we try to make it to New Orleans now and again. Sometimes we even cook stuff. Stick around, if you like.
And now for the heavy shit. Press kits from ill-considered musical projects by middling NFL running backs don't stay in pristine condition for 25+ years by accident. As it happens, the barn pictured at right kept the James Gang press kit safe until it was needed. This barn is in Vermont. This barn made it through in pretty good shape, but there are many barns, homes, bridges, roads, businesses, families, lives that are not. If you enjoy what we do here on the reg, or if you have been enjoying the Craig James suff, consider breaking off a donation to the VT Foodbank, (I made mine "in honor of Fire Craig James." I hope you will consider doing the same.) Thanks.
IIRC Mike Leach is in fact Mormon, or was at least raised Mormon. Anyway, one hopes he'll be too busy leading the Cal Bears to a series of Rose Bowl victories to muddle about with anything inconsequential like being the leader of the free world.
Posted by: Jay Porter | Thursday, 01 September 2011 at 01:34 PM