So this blog is in danger of going under. I don’t update it with any regularity and I know of only two (maybe three) who read it on occasion.
That written, here are a few things I hope when it comes to my future son:
1. That he can see perform (phone it in) before he dies. Dylan is still going strong at 66, but his years, I’d assume, are limited. Then again, Keith Richards is by some devine or devilish intervention, still vertical. Let’s say, conservatively, that I get married on March 21, 2009. After that, I’m sure we’ll start trying to have kids within a year. That puts Dylan pushing 70 once Jr. pops out. A 70-year-old on stage? Not exactly a show, more a spoken word exhibit. They’ll have to prop him up, but at least he’ll be there – and hopefully – so will junior and I. 
When I say junior, don’t take me at my word. If I do have the luxury of successfully procreating, the whole “Steve” line will end with me. For years I was leaning towards Austin, and then Austin Powers came out. Nixed. Then it was David Matthews Pease in high school, for obvi reso. Now, I’m not so sure, but I do like my dad’s rationale of “men get to name boys, women girls.” That barbaric rite sounds about right to me.
2. I want my kid to be a long-snapper. Yes, folks, that’s right. A long-snapper. Note the hyphen – it’s that important of a job. The GBP’s recently retired long-snapper Rob Davis 
was the last remaining player from the 96-97 Super Bowl champs, and even he walked on to the fucking team! And then played, what 16 years? Sure, you’re required to show up for every practice, and – if you’re really, really lucky – make a tackle every once in a while. Davis, in fact, made one fumble recovery. Week 11. 2000. Recoveries are so rare that Kevin Gold, of Longsnap.com, noted that Davis ALMOST made his second recovery. God bless the man, though. It’s a thankless job and he’s been a rock for the Pack for a decade. He’s the man, did local commercials, saw primadonnas (and hall-of-famers) come and go. But he just kept on long-snappin’.
Davis’ final salary was in the 480,000 range, however in 2004 he made well over a half mill, plus $5,800 in bonus money for God knows what. 
We’ll miss ya Rob ol’ buddy. And rest assured we’ll be keeping a close eye on the next walk on long-snapper for the Packers: Thomas Gafford.
One Love.
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40 years ago today (DTJ Blog)
Yesterday marked the 40th anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s last speech. Certainly one of his most well known and rousing oratory masterpieces in which he prophetically predicted his own death. He was killed by an assassin’s bullet 40 years ago today.
He wasn’t even supposed to speak that day. His best friend Ralph Abernathy was to take his place because, King thought, there would be a small turnout due to Memphis storms. In the end, the people wouldn’t leave until King spoke. No one, seemingly, knew it would be his last appearance, except for him.
