You don't know how it feels...

To go to Tom Petty, unless you went. The show was fantastic, the girl passing out on my legs however, was not. About 95% of Ilion goes to Tom Petty shows, according to my exhaustive census research. Woody/Jenn, Chad/Ho, Sven/Smash, Boner, Peter, Monie/Stacy, B Wallace, Nikki D and that Sam girl were all in our pre-concert platoon. And all of them took turns asking me why I had a long sleeved shirt on, so the communal spirit was alive and well. Much drinking was done, some folks even played a little beer pong, I met a guy named Pete who looked nothing like the Pete I knew. The Pete I know kind of looked like what Ray Charles would have looked like if he were white, so I gave him some glasses, ask him about it when you get a chance, it's funny.

When you go to a concert like that one can't help but be extremely grateful for being single, hot chicks dig Tom Petty, big time. But when you watch the show, you kinda want to have a girl, so you can lean on them when your legs get tired, and they are short, so as to not obstruct your view. And yes he did all the big ones, American Girl, Don't come around here, Freefalling, etc. So be jealous, I would. I was disappointed though, in the Black Crowes, they kind of sucked a little bit when I expected them not to. But these things happen, hell I saw Matchbox 20 once, talk about going into something with very low expectations and being disappointed further still.

And poor frank zogby, (our resident mets fan) .268 oddly enough is about spot on for his career average, and he has always been an inferior defender to Mike Cameron, hell Cameron knew it, thats why he's always pissed. And when you list the number of pieces you are away from having a good team, if it's actually a list, you're kind of screwed.

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