Why wasn’t there a FReedy FRiday update last week, you ask? It’s because Friday was my favorite day of the year, the one during which my longtime rotisserie baseball league assembled in a Westchester basement to draft players for the upcoming campaign. I have a life, you know. Sort of.
Most of the day was devoted to chewing with our mouths open, commenting glibly on each other’s insecurities, and engaging in impassioned debate about whether Matt Gamel can play third base without hurting himself or others. But we also pondered the imponderable: namely, whether at that same moment, famous-type people were drafting teams of their own.
Based on what I learned last summer, the answer was probably yes. That said, I doubt our pal Freedy participates in such endeavors. Given his Kansas upbringing, I figure him more as a college-hoops fan, or maybe as a sit-around-in-front-of-junk-TV-and-comment-snidely sort. Not that there’s anything wrong with that (Larry says, having recently weaned himself off VH1’s generous efforts to get Bret Michaels laid).
Rotisserie sports kick ass. They’re My Favorite Waste Of Time - a Marshall Crenshaw ditty that Freedy just happens to have covered on his eponymous and disappointing covers CD, and today’s FReedy MonFRday selection. I don’t think you can buy individual tracks here, so if you want it shoot me a note. I’ll send ‘er over if you promise to buy another Freedy track from iTunes or elsewhere, because cosmic copyright karma must be maintained. Music pirates are almost as intimidating as Somali ones.
