America. Love it or leave it.



GBA. I shouldn't have to tell you, but just in case, that stands for God Bless America. It's a well mentioned phrase among my friends, as well as during any and all family functions. There's no better combination of colors than the glorious red, white, and blue. I love America. So does this lady. I bet Alex and the casting directors for Jeopardy didn't even make her take the test. You can just look at her and know....what...a bad ass.

I happened to miss this episode, but by friend Kristen - who also loves all things America - sent me this glorious picture text. She knows my passion for the stars and stripes because we were team USA during Hennessey Family beach week. As you can see we got a little carried away....or maybe it was just enough.

My brother Billy has even more pride than I do. I own a good bit of American flag apparel but no one reps it like Billy. The kid rocks this shirt like its his favorite pair of jeans. The day Osama Bin Laden was announced dead he rode around our town in Virginia blaring Lee Greenwood's, "God Bless the USA" wearing this classic. That's him at an Orioles game.

One of the radio stations I work for is a News Talk station under the call letters WORD. We had received a shipment of American Flag car flags (you know like the collegiate kind you see during football season) being we focus a lot on politics. I had sent him a few of those along with a magnet and was told he was waving them proudly that day. I'm sure he was a real site. No where to go but a tank of gas later he had received what he had said was, "the most glorious looks" and of course "so many honks". I'm sure he through them the 'go get em' fist pump right back.

We are already starting to train baby Beans the way of the Hennessey clan. America - love it or leave it.

I think she's catching on quite nicely.

Westrian vs. Pedestrian

I know I live in the south but really? I was out in downtown Greenville last night celebrating the annual birthday of my friend Lauren, when her fiance, Mills, pointed out the local cowboy and cowgirl trotting down the road. I hopped up from my bar stool immediately (kinda) to take a picture but to my dismay the slight pause I took before deciding if it was worth getting up and running after them, gave them the slight edge to get away before I could take a picture. So instead I called my friend Scott to tell him what I saw. You see, this is the second odd spotting in the past 2 weeks in downtown Gville. Last weekend we ran into a man carrying a large wooden cross on his back, and no, it wasn't Jesus.

Apparently he is traveling up and down the east coast, "spreading the word of the Lord". So he's got that goin for him, which is nice. At least he has the luxury of a 4 door truck because last time I checked Jesus had to do it the hard way. To each his own. Back to the cowboys.

We thought they were good and gone but 2 bottles of sake later, there they were comin' 'round the bend again. Their pace was even faster than before so my enthusiasm to snap a picture of this spectacle wasn't very high. Luckily we were headed out of the bar and about to head back down Main Street towards home. I thought maybe we'd catch up. Sure enough, the lone rangers were stopped outside Sharky's conversing with some sauced up pedestrians drunk enough to question what kind of large dogs they were riding. I managed to score this sweet ass shot. Discussion continued on whether it was legal for just anyone to ride up and down a public street on an animal - horse specifically. The outcome of that same discussion surprised me. Apparently the law states (maybe not in these exact words) that if you are from the Wild Wild West you can do whatever the hell you want because you (or your cowboy relatives) did it long before Mr. Ford and his family came to town, and if Mr. Ford can drip oil on the streets of Greenville then your horse can also leave a special dropping behind, too. Super. That will look great on my shoes this weekend.

The day I found out I might do well in porn....well, almost

We talk about a lot of things at work. Most of which originate from recent pop culture stories and scandal, but the occasional forwarded email can get thrown into conversation, too. Or I guess just random topics you've discussed since middle school, one being what your porn and/or stripper name would be. Apparently most in the industry use a simple equation to figure out their alias for their incognito (or lack there of) naked bod - - First pets name as your first name and the first street you ever lived on as your new last name. Simple enough. I'm gonna go ahead and take a guess that in most cases this doesn't work out for the best. For example, when discussing this at work here are some of the names that ended up getting tossed around the studio:


* Fredrick Tallulah
* Barney Rockwell - - ok this might be decent for a guy, but not the girl it belonged to
* Blue Harness - - pretty sure he made that one up
* Dot Cunningham - - yea, this was a dudes
* Snoopy Quail - - sketchy................and last but not least, my favorite.......
* Chubacka Redwood


Now I don't want to brag but I certainly took first place in the awesome name category. Drum roll please.....thrhrhrhrhrhhrrhhrhr......I'd like to introduce to you...... Madison Fairway.


Ohhhhh yeaaaaaa. Can't you hear the sultry voice now. There was a little bit of disappointment in how amazing my name turned out to be, so we went onto my second pet and second home. Boom. First place again.


What's that? You don't like Madison? Oh ok, maybe Lucy Kidwell is more your type. Smokin.


I'm extremely interested in hearing yours because they always seem to bring a chuckle along with them. Comments are encouraged.

#NewRadioName

Batting. A growing art form.

So I posted the link for my friend Skylers greatest idea dothebat.com. If you still haven't gone, go. I don't understand why you didn't listen to me the first time. I forgive you though, but go now.


Ok, now you see why this is such a great idea. Planking and Owling are yesterdays jokes. This is here for you to tell your friends about and be "the first to know". You've never set a trend in your entire life. I'm literally giving you the tools to be the hit at the party this weekend. Don't blow it.  You are running out of time though, because it just hit the big time - The Washington Post. I'm a yankee remember.


http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/blogpost/post/batting-putting-owling-and-planking-to-shame/2011/07/26/gIQAdBrsaI_blog.html?fb_ref=NetworkNews&fb_source=profile_oneline


Do you have facebook? Of course you do. Go check them out there too and get really stupid (a.k.a. amazingly awesome) ideas of where to go batting. I'm sure after a few drinks this weekend you will find plenty of places, but this is a great place to start. Cheers and happy batting.

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Batting-dothebatcom/222394734471416

B93.7 Just Show Up Show

Oh. My. God. It's Cody Simpson!!

There were other bands there, too believe it or not. Iyaz definitely made me a fan tonight.

Super friendly guy and pretty funny, too. Major points.

I took a bunch of videos but being on stage next to a speaker
didn't exactly produce the best sound. Oops.

This is the drummer (obvi) for All Time Low and I would like to date him.
That's all I have to say really.

Oh, other than Fenway you are too tall.

I'm exhausted but I'm sure I will have something to say tomorrow. Ciao.