Sunday, June 7, 2015

The Top Ten Boston-Based Team Sport Athletes Of All-Time

There is only one qualification: you have to have played for the Bruins, Celtics, Patriots or Red Sox. There won’t be any boxers, golfers or figure skaters listed here. And while every athlete mentioned below boasts a career’s worth of outstanding individual achievements, the list weighs heavily towards major contributors to championship winning teams.

1.) Bill Russell: Center, Celtics (1956 –1969)















There is no other choice. Not in Boston. Not anywhere. Bill Russell is the most accomplished athlete in the history of North American team sports. The Celtics won 11 NBA Championships during his 13-year career (including 8 straight from 1959 to 1966), and he was the dominant player on every one of those teams. Although he accumulated enough individual awards to overwhelm several trophy cases, such recognition meant little to Russell. NBA Championships are not subjective. They are not won by a vote. So it is both fitting and ironic that the league chose to name their Finals MVP trophy the Bill Russell Award, given to the player who plays best when it matters most. The list of great NBA players is long, but no one on it comes close to matching Bill Russell’s legacy of winning. Russell at #1 sets the tone for this entire list; his place on it is not debatable.

2.) Tom Brady: Quarterback, Patriots (2000-present)

















A year ago, Tom Brady probably would’ve placed third or fourth on this list. But after leading the Patriots to their fourth Super Bowl title, and in the process, continuing to play brilliantly at the most demanding position in all of sports, he finds himself solidly entrenched at #2. Brady’s sustained greatness over 15 NFL seasons is simply astounding. With Tom Brady at quarterback, the Patriots are 160-47 in the regular season and 21-8 in the playoffs, including 6 AFC Championships and those 4 Super Bowl titles. In that time, they’ve also won 12 division titles and secured 9 first-round playoff byes (something that’s not talked about enough when the topic of post-season success comes up – regular season dominance that allows your team to directly insert itself into hosting a Divisional Round playoff game). Gaudy statistics are nice, and Brady has plenty of those, but the main function of a quarterback is to lead his team to victory, and no one has done that more consistently, and over a longer period of time, than Tom Brady.


-A word or two about recent allegations. Let’s get this out of the way first: I am no more impartial on this subject than Roger Goodell. The difference is that one of us has a say in how Tom Brady’s appeal of a 4-game suspension for being less than forthcoming during an investigation run by an NFL-hired lawyer will be handled. Now, there are those, those who have lost to the Patriots in big games, those whose teams have won fewer Super Bowls than the Patriots, and those who just hate to see other teams have prolonged success, who will insist that what Brady is accused of is akin to using PEDs. Their opinions won’t change and neither will mine. As for the team, the Patriots were punished harshly in 2007 for being arrogant and downright foolish in getting caught taping their opponent’s sidelines to the tune of $500k and a first-round draft pick. They deserved it. No question. But a $1 million fine plus first and fourth-round draft choices for more probably then not deflating footballs before a game they eventually won 45-7, does not, in the words of the Globe’s Bob Ryan, “stand up to any kind of intellectual scrutiny.” But at this point, it looks like even another Super Bowl victory won’t change the minds of those who will hate. I guess we’ll just have to get used to it. “It”, being, what it is.-

3) Bobby Orr: Defenseman, Bruins (1966-1976)



















Like Russell and Brady, #3 on this list is in the conversation for Greatest Ever in his sport. Bobby Orr is the most beloved figure in the history of Boston sports, and there’s nothing he couldn’t do with a hockey stick and a pair of skates. So well regarded is Orr that I’ve never read or heard a negative word about him either locally or nationally. Never. When healthy, Orr was the best hockey player anywhere, and with him, the Bruins won 2 Stanley Cups and finished as runner-up once. The list of milestones Orr was first to achieve, as both a defenseman, and a hockey player in general, are too numerous to list. What stands out most, over 35 years after his retirement from the NHL, is how Bobby Orr captivated an entire region, while revolutionizing a position, and a sport, like no other athlete before or since.

 4.) Larry Bird: Forward, Celtics (1979-1992)


























This was not planned, but having Larry Bird rated just below Bobby Orr—and believe me, it was close—is fitting if you know your Boston Sports History. During his speech on the night of his statue dedication, Bird revealed the reason he could always be seen gazing toward the rafters of the old Boston Garden during the national anthem. Turns out he was focusing on Orr’s retired #4 banner as a source of inspiration. “I want people in Boston to think of me when I retire the same way they do Bobby Orr,” he said. Unlike most NBA superstars, Larry Bird could dominate a game without scoring a single point. He could pass like a guard and rebound like a center, and his uncanny ability to anticipate based on the flow of the game helped make up for his average speed and leaping ability. Bird was basketball’s best example that dunks and lots of fancy dribbling are not essential to winning. The Celtics made 5 trips to the Finals and won 3 championships during the Bird Era. By the time he retired, we’d come to think of him simply as Larry Legend, and his #33 now hangs in the TD Garden rafters, right up there with Orr’s #4.

5.) Ted Williams: Outfielder, Red Sox  (1939-1942, 1946-1960)
     David Ortiz: Designated Hitter, Red Sox (2003-present)










I know, ties suck, especially when they’re used to manipulate a top-ten list by stretching it to eleven. That will not be the case here. I just can’t choose between the guy whom many believe to be the greatest hitter who ever lived, and the guy who’s had more big moments than any baseball player during my lifetime.

-A word or two about what-ifs and speculation. This list has nothing to do with what might have been, and that includes time missed in service to our country, nor does it take into account people’s unsubstantiated guesses over who did, or did not, take steroids. Those debates are for others to decide. Here, it’s about what actually took place on the diamond, rink, court, or field.-

So what we have at #5 is a deadlock between possibly the greatest leftfielder of all-time, a man who hit .344 for his career, and the unquestioned greatest designated hitter of all-time (like it or not, DH is a position, just as punter, place-kicker and closer are positions – and don’t forget, Ortiz played first base in 3 World Series and never once embarrassed himself). Based on his legendary aura and historic offensive production, there are those who would place Williams higher, if not #1, but on this list, championships count for a lot, and Williams did not win a ring. Ortiz, on the other hand, has been a central figure on 3 World Series champions for a franchise that had not won any for the better part of a century. All things considered, I’m comfortable placing the two of them side by side in the middle of this list.

7.) John Havlicek: Forward/Guard, Celtics (1962-1978)
















You’d think with all the emphasis on championships that a guy with 8 rings would rank higher. But there is one small technicality that keeps John Havlicek from cracking the top 5: you could argue that Hondo was never the best player on a championship team (the first 6 were won with Bill Russell and I’d rank Havlicek and Dave Cowens as 1A and 1B on the ’74 and ’76 squads). Having said that, ask me next week and John Havlicek might be as high as #4. He was that great. Havlicek may be the most underrated and underappreciated legendary athlete in the history of team sports. In addition to all of those titles, at the time of his retirement following the 1977-78 season, he ranked third on the NBA’s all-time scoring list after averaging 16.1 points and playing all 82 games. And although his name always appears on the list of greatest NBA players, you somehow get the feeling that, just before publication, a proofreader had to shout, “Hey wait a minute, we forgot John Havlicek!...” But not in Boston. Havlicek is right there alongside Bobby Orr, Milt Schmidt and Johnny Pesky in the Esteemed Gentlemen Luxury Box of Boston Sports. It is because of his unassuming modesty that we sometimes need to be reminded of what a ferocious competitor he was and all that he accomplished.

A quick story: Back in the late-80s, a friend of mine was refereeing a game in Charlestown in which Havlicek’s son, Chris, then playing at the University of Virginia, was competing. After the game, Havlicek went out of his way to seek out my friend and tell him how impressed he was by his officiating. My friend was excited and even a little awed. But no one was surprised.

8.) Bob Cousy: Guard, Celtics (1950-1963)



















The starting point guard on the all-time Celtics team was also one of the NBA’s first superstars. Bob Cousy played on 6 Celtics championship teams, and black and white footage of him dribbling through opponents and zipping acrobatic passes to teammates still mesmerizes. Cousy could kill a clock the way Bobby Orr sometimes killed penalties, by playing a one-man game of keep away as members of the opposition desperately flailed about, one step behind. Cousy was a revolutionary athlete, helping to popularize basketball by speeding up a rather predictable game ruled by set shooters and low post giants. While Bill Russell was the unquestioned pillar of the Celtics dynasty of the 1960s, Bob Cousy was its first building block.

9.) Eddie Shore: Defenseman, Bruins (1926-1940)



















Of all the athletes on this list, I am furthest removed from Eddie Shore in terms of having seen him play, or even knowing anyone who saw him play. What I do know is this: Like Cousy in the NBA, Shore was one of the NHL’s earliest superstars. He was a fierce competitor, combining elite skill and toughness in leading the Bruins to their first 2 Stanley Cups. I’ve tried to avoid listing statistics and individual awards as much as possible, but it should be noted that Shore won the Hart Trophy as league MVP 4 times, that’s more than anyone not named Howe or Gretzky. When people from Boston and beyond refer to “That Old Time Hockey,” they’re talking about an era when most every player could skate, check, pass, stick handle, score and, yes, fight, and the name that most often comes to mind is Eddie Shore.

10.) Kevin McHale: Forward, Celtics (1980-1993)















As alluded to earlier, this is a true Top Ten list. I will not follow up with a string of toughest omissions or honorable mentions (there is no honor in simply being mentioned), such stretching of the list only serves as a weak ploy to ease the list-maker’s conscience. And because of all of that, #10 was by far the toughest pick. I believe—with my entire Boston Sports Loving Soul—that the first nine on this list are beyond question (the order could be shuffled some, but I never hesitated with any of them). Here, though, I agonized, and with some input from a dear friend, chose Kevin McHale to close the list.

 McHale is a top-five all-time low post player, both offensively and defensively. He was ridiculously efficient, shooting 55% from the field, and 80% from the free-throw line for his career. Despite his penchant for humor and goofiness, McHale was one of the toughest Celtics ever. His famous open-court near-guillotining of Kurt Rambis in the ’84 Finals provided a much needed momentum swing, propelling the Celtics to Championship #2 of the decade. He even played through the ’87 Finals on a broken foot. McHale was never the #1 option on those 1980s Celtics teams, it was, after all, the Bird Era. But Bird probably doesn’t win those championships without McHale (or Parish, or DJ, or Tiny, or Cedric Maxwell, or Walton, and so on). These are team games, and no one on this list did it alone. Kevin McHale was a unique talent, presenting match-up problems for every opponent he faced. He belongs on this list.

So, that’s it. Yes, I could go on. But that’s ten. Rules are rules, and everybody knows we here in New England neither bend, nor break them...

The Top Ten By The Numbers

Athletes by team: Celtics-5 Bruins-2 Red Sox-2 Patriots-1

Championship Teams Represented: 27 (of 35) Celtics-16 (17) Bruins-4 (6) Patriots-4 (4) Red Sox-3 (8)

Total Championship Rings: 42 (Russell-11 Havlicek-8 Cousy-6 Brady-4 Bird-3 McHale-3 Ortiz-3 Orr-2 Shore-2)

Hall Of Famers: 8 (NBA-Russell, Cousy, Havlicek, Bird, McHale. NHL-Shore, Orr. MLB-Williams. Brady is a shoe-in. Ortiz...we'll see)

Retired Uniform Numbers: 8 (Celtics-Russel 6, Cousy 14, Havlicek 17, Bird 33, McHale 32. Bruins-Orr 4, Shore 2. Red Sox-Williams 9. After they retire, Brady's 12 and Ortiz's 34 will never be worn again.

Sets Of Teammates: 4  Cousy-Russell, Cousy-Russell-Havlicek, Russell-Havlicek, Bird-McHale

Sunday, February 8, 2015

The Ten Worst Patriots Losses Of The Brady/Belichick Era

Yes, I know the Patriots just won perhaps the most satisfying championship in Boston sports history, but all of this Greatest Ever talk has me thinking against the grain...and last Sunday’s victory takes some of the sting out of each of these...



1.)February 3, 2008. Super Bowl XLII. New York Giants 17 Patriots 14

18 – I

2.)February 5, 2012. Super Bowl XLVI. New York Giants 21 Patriots 17

I used to bitterly refer to this as The Wes Welker Game, but it’s really The-Manning-To-Manningham Game.

3.)January 21, 2007. AFC Championship. Indianapolis Colts 38 Patriots 34

Up 21-6 at halftime, the Pats were outscored 32-13 in the second half, sending the Colts on to Super Bowl XLI, where they would defeat Rex Grossman (!) and the Chicago Bears 29-17, for Peyton Manning’s only championship. The Patriots had lost to the Colts in Week 9 of the regular season, 27-20 at Gillette Stadium, providing Indy with homefield advantage in the RCA Dome when both teams finished 12-4. The temperature in Foxboro the night of the AFC Championship Game: 20s with winds of 15-20 mph...not what you’d call Manning weather...

4.)January 20, 2013. AFC Championship. Baltimore Ravens 28 Patriots 13

We were all so excited when the Ravens beat #1 seed Denver in the Divisional round giving the Pats homefield advantage in the AFC Championship Game. Again, the Pats would be ahead at halftime (13-7), and again, they’d get stomped (21-0) in the second half. I’m pretty sure I hate the Ravens as much as their fans hate the Patriots.

5.)January 19, 2014. AFC Championship Game. Denver Broncos 26 Patriots 16

This game was never close. It was 20-3 before the Pats finally scored a touchdown with just over 9 minutes left in the 4th quarter. Maybe if they’d had Gronk, Mayo, Wilfork, Aaron Hernandez and Aqib Talib...or if the game had been at home, where temperatures were in the 30s with 15 mph winds...maybe...

6.)January 16, 2011. AFC Divisional Playoff. New York Jets 28 Patriots 21

This one hurts mostly because it was the most meaningful head-to-head match up with the Jets during the Rex Ryan Era. It also hurts because the Patriots were the #1 seed, going 14-2 during the season, and because the game wasn’t as close as the final score would indicate.

7.)January 10, 2010. AFC Divisional Playoff. Baltimore Ravens 33 Patriots 14

The Patriots won the coin toss, and that’s it. Electing to defer, they kicked off to the Ravens, then watched (literally) as Ray Rice ran 83 yards on first down for the game’s first score. Baltimore would build a 24-0 lead before the Patriots scored their first points. Did I mention how much I hate the Ravens?

8.)January 14, 2006. AFC Divisional Playoff. Denver Broncos 27 Patriots 13

The Champ Bailey Game. The two-time defending champs were looking to become the first team in NFL history to win three straight Super Bowls. The dream died in Denver at the hands of a Broncos team lead by Jake Plummer.

9.)September 7, 2008. Week One. Patriots 17 Kansas City Chiefs 10

The Bernard Pollard Game. No, they didn’t lose the game, but they did lose Tom Brady after a first quarter knee injury sent him to the IR for the rest of the season. Some say 2008 was Bill Belichick’s finest season as a head coach. The team went 11-5 behind second-string QB Matt Cassel. The problem was they needed 12 wins to make the playoffs...

10.)October 31, 2004. Week Eight. Pittsburgh Steelers 34 Patriots 20

The Steelers crushed the defending champs to put an end to the Pats’ NFL record 21-game winning streak. The Patriots would have their revenge in the AFC Championship game, throttling the 15-1 Steelers 41-27, on their way to repeating as Super Bowl champions.

Treasured Island

This article appeared in The Island Magazine in 2014. There are no Internet links, so here are the page scans as they appeared in the magazine.


Monday, June 16, 2014

Dropping the Ball at the Trophy Ceremony

What The NBA Could Learn From The Oscars


Am I the only one who had a problem with last night’s NBA Finals post-game trophy ceremony? Don’t get me wrong, I loved that the Spurs got the Larry O’Brien Trophy almost as much as I loved that the Heat did not. But from the guys with the microphones to the sequencing of awards, to the disrespect paid to the league’s greatest winner, the NBA’s little Finals after-party could use a bit of an overhaul. I believe that rookie NBA Commissioner, Adam Silver, should watch next year’s Academy Awards for a little guidance. Okay, he probably doesn’t have to watch the entire program, nor am I suggesting that the trophy ceremony be extended to three hours; just three little tweaks is all it would take.

1.)    Choose Your Master Of Ceremonies Wisely.

Yeah, I know, the Oscars don’t always get this one right. Think: Chevy Chase and James Franco and Anne Hathaway. But they often do get it right. Think: Billy Crystal, Bob Hope and Johnny Carson. I’m not sure if Stuart Scott was the league’s choice or the network’s choice to host last night’s post-game show, but could they have chosen a more self-important guy? Did he really grab Peter Holt’s sleeve when it appeared he might not get his interview as the Spurs owner tried to step away from center stage so the team could pass around the championship trophy without anyone standing in front of them?

2.)    Hand Out The Individual Awards First.

This one’s rather easy, isn’t it? There’s a reason the Oscar for Best Picture is given out last; it’s THE MOST IMPORTANT AWARD. It’s a collaborative award. Basketball’s a team sport. So, why does the NBA give out the Finals MVP award after the Larry O’Brien Trophy? Aren’t they the only major league sport that does this? People don’t stay up all hours on Oscar Night to see who won Best Actor or Actress.

3.)    Honor Your Past.

This one the Oscars always get right, sometimes nauseatingly so, seeming to pay as much attention to their past as their present. Video montages. Lifetime achievement awards. In memoriam tributes. The Academy Awards show is routinely bloated with movie history. The 2014 NBA Finals ceremony neglected to even acknowledge their history’s most decorated player. The Bill Russell Award is the name given the trophy for Finals MVP. As Scott handed the microphone over to Silver so he could announce the winner, I was scanning the stage, wondering, Is Bill Russell even there? I was left to wonder because neither Scott, nor Silver, thought to introduce the 11-time NBA champion as he anonymously handed the trophy to Kawhi Leonard, then stood awkwardly to the side like some guy who was there just to deliver a trophy. Not one camera even focused in on him (check out the ceremony on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1zBfI3Zb74). Picture Sidney Poitier presenting the Best Actor Award without introduction. It would never happen. That weird tuxedoed guy with the white gloves and dust cloth who guards the Stanley Cup gets more respect from the NHL than Bill Russell got last night from the NBA. Inexcusable.

Am I the only one who feels this way?
















Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Roy Orbison And A Rock And Roll Regret



     On December 3, 1988, Roy Orbison played a show at The Channel night club in Boston. Dispite having become a huge fan, living only 15 minutes away, and working at the post office just across the river from the club, I decided not to attend. A regular on the summer schedule at the Club Casino at Hampton Beach, Orbison was touring constantly as he enjoyed unprecedented success during a much celebrated comeback.
     “There’ll be plenty of chances to see him,” I said.
     Had I known of Roy Orbison when I first started listening to music, I would not have embraced him, at least not publicly. When you’re young, you tend to gravitate toward bands that reflect how you want your peers to view you. So I went for the masculine sounds of artists like Led Zeppelin, The Stones, The Clash and Bruce Springsteen.
     All of these acts had what Springsteen would later refer to as “hidden love songs” – ballads disguised as rockers – and the occasional slow song, things you’d listen to in private, but not in front of your friends. At a party, if someone shouted, “Hey, how ‘bout some Zeppelin!” You didn’t play “Going To California”; you put the needle on “Communication Breakdown”, turned it up to 11, and got the hell out of the way. The quieter songs were for after everybody went home.
     Prior to 1986, Roy Orbison was, to me, little more than a lyric in one of those hidden love songs by Springsteen.

Roy Orbison singing for the lonely

Hey, that’s me and I want you only


     Unlike most of Bruce’s references, I didn’t bother looking Roy up. I just took it for granted that his relevance was in the past. Then, late that year, I saw David Lynch’s Blue Velvet.
     In what became the movie’s most iconic scene, Dennis Hopper’s sociopath produces a cassette tape and says to Dean Stockwell’s drug dealer, “A candy colored clown they call the sandman,” then proceeds to tie himself up in psychotic knots as Stockwell performs a mini soirĂ©e, using a shop-light as a microphone while lip-synching Orbison’s “In Dreams”. I remember thinking, What a truly bizarre scene...but what a compelling song!
     Not long after, I saw Orbison on television for the first time. I don’t recall what song he was singing, but I do remember thinking that, behind the black suit and dark glasses, he was mouthing the words. His lips barely moved. He barely moved. His chest didn’t seem to rise or fall with any discernable urgency. But what came out of his mouth was like an elegant breeze blowing high above my standard listening plane causing the hair on my forearms to bristle. He ranged from baritone to the higher registers with equal strength. How could anybody sing like that?
     To possess such a voice was one thing, to master and control it was another. Orbison did not move around while performing, he commanded your attention simply by singing. What seemed boundless about Roy Orbison was the way he made you feel.
     In 1987, Orbison released a collection of up-dated versions of his greatest hits. In Dreams: The Greatest Hits was the first Roy Orbison album I bought (I know, compilation album, but I was playing catch-up). I played it endlessly. His compositions had a sort of creeping dramatic tension – “Running Scared”, “It’s Over”, and “Crying” come to mind – voice steadily rising in pitch as, one by one, another instrument joins the ascent toward the climactic crescendo. And when the songs ended, they really ended; there weren’t a lot of fadeouts in Roy Orbison songs.
     In January 1988, Cinemax broadcast the concert film Roy Orbison and Friends, A Black and White Night. Among the friends, all of whom were admirers and had volunteered to participate, were many of my heroes, including Bruce Springsteen, Elvis Costello, Jackson Browne, and Tom Waits. Next time the show airs – it runs frequently on PBS and cable – check out the expressions on the faces of those backing musicians; the mixture of determination (If somebody screws up, it’s not going to be me), appreciation and awe for their bandleader, earned, not overnight, but over years. Roy Orbison: a true American Idol.
     Next came the formation of the Traveling Wilburys. Another collection of rock and roll giants – Tom Petty, George Harrison, Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne – performers I’d been listening to for years, a band of rock and roll brothers, all of whom considered it an honor to be part of a project that included Orbison. Lynne later said of the recording sessions, “Everybody just sat there going, 'Wow, it's Roy Orbison!’”
     Roy Orbison was everywhere, and with all these musicians pining to accompany him, it was impossiple to have more credibility.
     At 23, I didn’t know a lot, but I’d had my heart stomped a time or two. It felt exactly the way Roy sounded. He sang of love; love hoped for, love unrequited, love lost. That he arranged it so beautifully and accessably seemed to make it hurt less. Orbison appeared confident being vulnerable, his dignity intact.There was healing in his songs, which made me reconsider my definition of masculinity.
     I still listened to the anthems of my waning youth with the volume turned way up, but didn’t turn it down when Roy’s songs came on. I decided it was cool to be a fan of Roy Orbison.
     So what then, did I do in December 1988, when Roy came to Boston? I figured, I’ll just wait until next time to go see him. IDIOT! Like I said, I didn’t know a lot, and by all accounts, The Channel show went off just fine without me.
     The next night, in what would be his final show, Orbison played the Front Row Theater in Highland Heights, Ohio. Two days later, on December 6, Roy Orbison died of a heartattack. He was 52.
     I would never see Roy Orbison perform live. It remains one of my deepest rock and roll regrets. But unlike most bad decisions, the weight of the fallout grew heavier with time.
     In death, Orbison continued to haunt and taunt me. In February 1989, Mystery Girl was released. An amazing collection of original material, the album arrived posthumously like a love letter dropped in the mail before the heart gave out. As with everything Orbison had done over his last few years, the liner notes for Mystery Girl read like a song-by-song, who’s who of past and future Rock and Roll Hall of Famers, including “She’s A Mystery To Me”, written by Bono and The Edge.
     Just as in 1986, when Blue Velvet opened my ears to the extraordinary talents of Roy Orbison, seven years later, another movie underscored how transcendant those talents were.
     For those who don’t remember, Indecent Proposal was the movie where Robert Redford offered Woody Harrelson $1 million to sleep with his wife, Demi Moore. The movie was average at best, manipulative at least, but I stayed to the end. If I hadn’t, I would’ve missed the best part; Roy Orbison’s “A Love So Beautiful” – for my money, the best song on Mystery Girl – playing over the closing credits.
     Roy’s anguished moans above that mournful string arrangement momentarily blinded me to the film’s many flaws and I recommended the movie to friends as if it were a 4-star masterpiece. “Did you stay till the end?” I asked when met with shrugs of indifference. “No, the very end.” That’s when I realized Roy Orbison’s resonance had made me overrate the movie. I remember thinking, if he could do that on a soundtrack, imagine what it would have been like to have seen him in person.
     There’ll be plenty of chances...
     Perhaps Keith Richards best describes what I passed up in his recent autobiography, Life. It was 1965 and the Stones were on tour with Orbison in Dunedin, New Zealand – “almost the southernmost city in the world” – on a wet, dark Sunday Keith remembers as “The longest day of my life.”

But Roy Orbison!...What a beacon in the southernmost gloom....He was one of those Texan guys who could sail through anything...That incredible talent for blowing himself up from five foot six to six foot nine, which he seemed to be able to do onstage. It was amazing to witness.

     No doubt it was.
     Don’t wait until the next time, friends.
     Roy Orbison, my cautionary rock and roll tale.