Sunday, September 16, 2007

A Losing Proposition

I am now deep into the second season of a Boston Red Sox versus New York Yankees mutual humiliation bet with the lovely Bill Norris. William is a displaced Yankees fan; I support the Sox (I am therefore support hose, if you prefer). Whenever one team inflicts a series defeat on the other, a horrible fate awaits the supporter of the losing side.

A couple of weeks ago the Yankees beat the Red Sox, and so I was challenged by Bill to:

"Choose one of the vocal numbers from No, No Nanette....and record an a capella version of the song, with the mp3 file to be posted your blog forthwith.....For those of you who don't know, baseball lore holds that Babe Ruth's move from Boston to New York was partly a result of then Boston owner Harry Frazee's desire to finance the original production of the musical."

Whatever. Fine. With help from technical wizard Canada Dry Mike and the contents of his well-stocked bier keller I was able to sing my heart out while terrifying his pets (thanks Mike: I know you are clutch if I ever need humiliating: John, I could not have stood to have this on video...):

No No Nanette, performed by me



As I type, game three of the last regular season Sox/Yanks meeting is about to begin in Boston (so apologies for any typos, I'm flying through this in order to get downstairs to settle in with a dark and stormy and the flicker). The series is balanced at one a piece- fingers crossed!

10 comments:

Bill Norris said...

I got in from a dreadful Bob Dylan performance in time to see Big Papi pop up to end the game.

Much more satisfying that Dylan sounding like the comedy sketch version of himself.

Weasel's little bruva said...

Your singing voice reminds me of someone..do you by chance play the penny whistle as well?

John said...

I was one click away from downloading that musical nectar of the Broadway gods to my iPod, but I'm afraid Steve Jobs might come to Maine and smack me about thoroughly if I did so.

Still, blasting that performance while sitting in Camden traffic would be worth the pummeling.

>>Downloaded<<

PS: I thought Dan Bern was the skit equivalent of Dylan.

weasel said...

If I hear myself warbling while I walk through Camden I think I'll go jump in the harbor.

mainelife said...

Heh. This explains what happened on Saturday as we walked through Camden. We believed it to be a choir of the heavenly host, serenading us from on high.....I guess it was just John making good on his promise....

But Seriously: The magic number is 9, we've only 12 to play and the Yanks are only three back. OUCH. Ouch. ouch.

Joe said...

(speechless)

Bill Norris said...

Dan Bern is the comedy sketch of classic Dylan. Sunday, Dylan sounded like he'd half-swallowed a goat. Much like Weasel in fact.

mike said...

This, right here, is the reason the internet was invented.

Listmaker said...

oh my god. i love it.

rps said...

True genius! (A devil put aside for thee indeed.) All hail our new Mrs. Miller...

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