Thursday, August 6, 2009

Young...take it, it's yours...

So I finished that book. It never really got better in my opinion. In one of the last chapters of the book, Chuck has a conversation with his boss about how he wants to turn his adventure into a book. His boss thinks its a bad idea, and tells him that people on the internet are going to criticize it. And I suppose that would be correct, and were I stand.

One chapter did kind hit me hard though. The main character travels to Minneapolis and discusses The Replacements. He talks about how his friend, whom died of cancer loved The Mats, and especially the song "Bastards of Young". Chuck mentions he listened to this song after thinking about his friend and he couldn't stop crying when he would listen to it. It is a damn good song, and it has an especially touching / sad line of:

"The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest / And visit their graves on holidays at best. The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please / If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them."

Those are some rough lines. But anyways, my dad loved that band, and he got me into them, so I definitely know what the author was talking about during that part. But the rest of the story was just uninteresting to me, surprisingly. Books about road trips are usually books that I enjoy. Chuck K's personality and sense of humor just never clicked with me. I like to think I can get along with most people, but I have a feeling I would be annoyed if I were to hangout with this guy.

I have an (almost) exciting story to share with you blog, but right now I need to get going. I am off to the Chicago Bears Training Camp. I am excited to see the great Cutler in action, although I will miss the neckbeard. I predicting right now that he is going to have a great season in Denver. I don't think the man got enough credit around here. He was a solid QB. I am not bringing my camera this time, but I plan on going back in a few days to get some pics. I will put up a good one if I get one.

Love,
Ryan

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