Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes- Edison Lighthouse/Burrows
http://youtu.be/33kyqdNhk9k
P.S. - Kids, when your parent make fun of you or your music, just pull up one of these classics and say, "Oh really?" This is as embarrassing as those naked bath pictures your mom used to show your friends and potential fiancées.
Yes Giant fans, love grows where my Buster Posey goes, and nobody knows like me....
I loved him even before he was a Gigante. But you could just tell, couldn't you?
http://slavieboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-nation-mourns-buster-posey-has-been.html
But then you read stories like this one and gosh darn it, how can you not just love this guy?
I'm going to have to keep an eye on this Jack Bowman fellow, I mean, I saw him first, right? And he gets the autographed pictures and junk. Must be the something about that pesky restraining order.
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So I thought she might like to hear a story I learned about Posey this week.
But first, I have to tell you about Jack Bowman. He is an elderly gentleman who is a season-ticket holder and his seat is directly in front of me in the press box. Jack always wears the same sweatpants and pin-covered hat to every game. (I notice he’s traded in his Jason Schmidt jersey, though.) He sends me emails from time to time, in all capital letters, and he even brought me some cookies and quick breads last season. I like Jack a lot.
Jack walked up to the front of the press box the other day, excited to show me a photo of himself with Posey, and to tell me how he came to meet the Giants’ young catcher. He was at the “Play Ball” luncheon just before the season began and Posey, predictably, was being mobbed by fans. But when he saw Jack’s hat, he walked up to him and struck up a conversation.
“You must’ve been a fan for a long time,” Posey said.
(It did not surprise me that Posey would reach out in this way. He respects elders. He likes kids, too. He’s also a stickler for good manners. All things to keep in mind if you hope to get his autograph some day.)
Anyway, I’m not sure how, but the talk turned to Jack’s service with the Marine Corps, and Posey’s face lit up. He asked a bunch of questions. Jack, in his gravelly voice, said he served in World War II and Korea.
“Wow. Wow,” Posey said, giving him a firm handshake. “I want to thank you for your service.”
Then Posey sought out a team photographer, and asked if Jack would take a picture with him. (Obviously, this is the opposite of how it usually works.) Then Posey made sure Jack would get the photo, and pledged to sign it once it arrived in the mail.
Jack brought the photo to the ballpark on Saturday and gave it to a PR official. Soon enough, he was showing Posey’s autograph to everyone in his section. It absolutely made his week.
Yep. Buster Posey is Jack’s favorite player now, too.
So with apologies to Luther Ingram, if "heart"-ing Buster Posey is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Luther Ingram - If lovin you is wrong i don't wanna be right
http://youtu.be/nWAUCVbnDUg
LONG LIVE THE BUSTER POSEY ERA!!!
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