Sunday's in September, I love them.  Crisp mornings that allow for a little extra sleep, the implied laziness of the 7th day and BEARS!

Today is another big day for our local sports heroes (Da Bears) and I,  along with my musical comrades, really enjoy the NFL.  I remember coming back from a Minneapolis trip on the first Sunday of the season and we couldn't push that piece of tin faster than 145 mph (really more like 70).  But back then, we had a TV in the van.  The TV almost worked (better than the van did) but it was something to see how much football bonds us together.  Spirited discussions (heated arguments), lively banter (Smack talking) and creative language (@$%@#$) filled the van all the way home. (So did last night's smell of booze, burritos and smoke)

So why do I keep blogging about football on a reggae blog?  BECAUSE I need to blog something dammit!

Anyways, Sunday also means Sunday nights at the Hare and that is home.  There is no better place to see Gizzae than Sunday nights at the Wild Hare.  Like the aforementioned van story, The Hare is home on Sundays.  So - as we look forward to another lazy, food filled, NFL Sunday we keep an eye towards the night with our friends and family at the musical dinner table of the Wild Hare.


 
Ruph Getting Down