4.4.17 – More Like Bel-traitor!


Baseball’s back! And we’re back! What a glorious day. But alas, only half of the regular crew is back, as Josh has headed back to school. But he is being ably filled in for by one of our favorite guests, Ben Hebert. Join us as we catch you up on the happenings in the World Baseball Classic, welcome baseball back for a new season, and make predictions that are either stupid or wrong.


It’s Still Hard to Say Goodbye


Try and think of the character death from a TV show that impacted you the most. Was it [spoiler]? Was it [redacted]? We’ve all had that one episode of Game of Thrones or Battlestar that made us watch a character we loved, that we had spent hours and hours of our life with, say goodbye forever. To say it’s like a friend member dying is stretching it; but it’s losing someone we’ve shared the heightened emotions of dramatic storytelling with over several years of our life. Continue reading


Crying In the Juice Box

Empty Astros Game

You saw me crying in the chapel
The tears I shed were tears of joy
I know the meaning of contentment
I am happy with the Lord

Over nearly 10 years of being legal drinking age, when I was trying to think of places to go get drinks, I had a different set of criteria than a lot of other people my age. For most folks in their 20s, they’re looking for the hippest, trendiest bar in town where they have a chance to see and be seen.

I tended to seek out the place with the least amount of people, while still being among the sort of people I felt comfortable with. In Houston, this meant avoiding Midtown at all costs. Big Star had a cool back area and the best jukebox in town. Lola’s was cheap and seldom crowded, but perhaps too dive-y. Once Cecil’s Monday night prices for wells and Lone Stars skyrocketed from $1 to $1.50, enough people stopped coming to make it comfortable. Plus, it being an old haunt of Bill Hicks lent it an extra bit of allure.

There was another place in Houston I could go during that time, that I always knew would offer me a peaceful, quiet evening. No exorbitant door charge, no packs of annoying yuppies elbowing me out of the bartender’s field of vision. Beer prices were a bit high, but at least you got to keep the neat souvenir cup it came in. Continue reading