official hotel of the NFL
the courtyard marriott we're staying in is hosting a "tailgate party" in the lobby tonight for the falcons-saints game and steve bartkowski is going to be there. steve bartkowski was the quarterback for the atlanta falcons when i was a child, and his name is one of dozens (hundreds?) from my pre-fully-conscious days that swim around in the inky depths of my memory. one time my old band diskothiQ rode up to santa barbara with the dudes from further to play some shows together and we must've spent a solid hour calling out names of now-obscure '70s football players to each other, the heroes of our youth, or at least faces we knew from long-forgotten topps cards. ray guy! garo yepremium! pat haden! steve bartkowski was one, definitely. i distinctly remember watching a monday night game that pitted his falcons against the philadelphia eagles of ron jaworski, now familiar as a commentator. they dubbed it "the pole bowl," har har.
anyway such are the ironies of touring life that of course we won't be able to meet steve bartkowski because we're playing a show tonight, but if we weren't playing a show here tonight we wouldn't be here to begin with and so wouldn't be meeting steve bartkowski anyway. i'm not sure what i would say to steve bartkowski if i did meet him. hey, how's it going. remember the pole bowl?
anyway such are the ironies of touring life that of course we won't be able to meet steve bartkowski because we're playing a show tonight, but if we weren't playing a show here tonight we wouldn't be here to begin with and so wouldn't be meeting steve bartkowski anyway. i'm not sure what i would say to steve bartkowski if i did meet him. hey, how's it going. remember the pole bowl?