Tecca Nina

I will start off by apologizing for this being so late. I went to a Tech N9ne concert tonight and didn't realize it would be so long. I probably should have done it yesterday but hey, I'm doing it now.

Now, for the good part. My topic of choice for this week is obviously my experience at the Tech N9ne concert. It was an awesome time and definitely worth the 40 dollars I paid for the ticket.

First off, it ended up being about four hours which is a lot more than I expected. The other thing that caught me by surprise was the amount of talent that was there other than Tech N9ne.

It started off with a guy named Big Reeno who was actually from Bismarck. I had never heard of him but he really impressed me. It's crazy how he started from the bottom and now he's here. They did a good job of setting the tone for the rest of the concert.

Then came the big guns. All of the lights and lasers on stage were turned on and the show began. Rappers Ces Cru, Kutt Calhoun, and Brotha Lynch Hung came to stage one at a time. I had heard some of there music before so I was amazed that they were actually in front of me playing it. It made me realize how big of a difference there is between live and recorded music. It was simply amazing. If the show had ended there I would have been pleased. However, it was far from over.

Finally, the grand master arose accompanied by Krizz Kaliko, who was a show all by himself. He was constantly making funny faces and doing crazy dances. They performed some songs unfamiliar to me at first but then got into the "fan faves." The most popular songs included Am I a Psycho, Dysfunctional, and Caribou Lou. They got the crowd jumping.

After a while, they slowed down. They took more time between songs but they did do a great job of making the crowd laugh. Even after they did slow down, they kept going. Finally, after about four hours of madness they finished with a brilliant ending. It is called the Tech N9ne gun salute and it got my adrenaline going as I left the building.

Spring Fever

Every year it late February the wave hits me. I start getting jitters. Sportscenter starts showing highlights of spring training and I can't help it. I jump out of my chair an yell, "I want baseball!" Ok, maybe I don't do that, but I have to try really hard to contain myself.
I see that first special baseball edition Eastbay magazine and I'm off to the basement where I won't be seen for the next two hours. Although I rarely ever buy anything, I still scavenge through the pages and make my list of "things I would buy if I was rich." Then come the first baseball Sports Illustrated's, which I actually read instead of just look at the pictures.
My next assignment is to get my gear ready. I dust off the mitt and make sure it's nice and oiled up. Then, I dump out all of the dirt left in my shoes from the past season. Now the wait begins. I pray that the snow will melt as fast as possible.
Finally, the first day of practice rolls along and I'm more than ready. Too bad it starts indoors. Yes it's still fun, but it's just not baseball if it's not outside. For about the first week the indoor practices quench my thirst, but after that, I need more. I just can't contain myself anymore. I'll go out there with a blow dryer if that's what it takes. I just want to play some baseball.