Grateful Dead

Marye, When are your memoirs coming out. No, I am not kidding. Let us know. peace and thanks,pk

CC has been Gone too long!

So stuman, do we post our answers here directly, or should we send them to you via PM a la the late, great False Alarm game so more people can play? Speaking of which, when is ccJoe gonna bring that back? Hell, when is he gonna bring him back? Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

would be Harry Belafonte sometime in the '50s, but I'm guessing. He certainly did an early version. Tune's canonical name is "Man Smart, Woman Smarter."

Hey folks , I got a question I think i know the answer for but I want to see if anyone knows diferent , I`ll post my answer later .. Now , the song "women are smarter" ,, When was the first television debut and who sang this song ?

You know, as the mists of time clear away, I realize that I neglected to mention that I'm pretty sure Bobby and Mickey presented the actual check, though no, I did not hang out with them. Warriors vs. Sacramento Kings. Only King I remember was the great Spud Webb, who was a real treat to watch. On the Warriors at the time, Chris Mullin, Chris Gatling (if I'm remembering right), Rooney as he was known, and various other cool folks. As I recall, Warriors won, barely and in OT, I think. It was pretty great. It was also a long time ago!

Free Idea for the kind inside info and Marye for the great story. Feels like a breath of fresh air after all the intensity elsewhere here! Makes me feel suddenly cheerful! I shall provide a report on the big match in Skopje!

...great story, but you left out a couple of details: Who was playing (Warriors vs ???)? Who won? Just curious.

What a great story! Thanks for sharing! Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.

Now let me preface this by saying that the last time I followed sports in any serious fashion, Sandy Koufax was pitching. However, many years ago when I was working for the computer magazine that was the spinoff of BAM, I was on AOL (then a fairly new service) one day in the pets forum when I came across a guy looking for a dogsitter in Oakland. Ideally a live-in dogsitter, as he had a big place and traveled a lot. So I sent him an email referring him to my dogsitter, who had distinguished herself by her conscientiousness during the Oakland firestorm and who I thought might know just the person. So we chatted back and forth in email a bit, and finally the guy says, hey, if you're a Warriors fan and want to see a game, lemme know and I'll comp you some tix. Whereupon the lightbulb went off and I put two and two together and realized I was talking to one of our great local sports poobahs, who had been a Warriors owner at one point and was still connected in some fashion. So I was tickled by this, but since my interest was as above (see Sandy Koufax), I thanked him politely and thought little more of it. Until some time later when I was walking down the hall and heard the boss bemoaning the fact that due to bad planning on his part his KIDS were using his season tickets for the upcoming game and he himself was shut out because the game was sold out. So, grinning to myself, I barged in and said, um, perhaps I can help, and explained the situation. As the boss is picking himself up from the floor (all else aside, I had never evinced the slightest interest in basketball), I explained that there was one catch, which was that I probably had to use one of the tickets just so if the guy came looking for me I'd actually be there. The boss decided he could live with this, so I made the phone call. No sooner was I back in the boss's office explaining that the deed was done than the phone rang and the receptionist came in giggling to announce that someone named Franklin the Dog Lover was on the phone demanding to talk to me. So I got on the phone and the sports guy says "My secretary says you asked for tickets for this game. But she had a feeling you were going to give them to somebody else and not use them yourself!" So, thanking my lucky stars that I had anticipated this situation, I said no no, I was coming, and I hoped we could meet. So the big day comes, and the boss and I get the tix and find ourselves in quite decent seats (in the risers at the Coliseum, if you'll remember from the shows). This was pretty swell. Then a woman in a Warriors business suit comes up and asks if I'm Mary Eisenhart. When I admit that I am and thank her for the seats, she says, come with me. So the boss and I follow along with her, and the next thing we know we are ensconced in the COURTSIDE SEATS next to Franklin Mieuli his badself, who proceeds to tell us the fine points of the game and the inside scoop on the large athletic young men who nearly crash into us several times in the course of the evening and generally be an awesome host. But that's not the best part. The best part is that unbeknownst to me, this was the night on which the Grateful Dead, or the Rex Foundation, I think, were presenting Sarunas Marciulonis with a big check for the Lithuanian basketball team (which, as we all knew, went on to win bronze in tie-dye uniforms funded by you-know-who). So it was flippin' old home week, and at halftime there we all were, McNally and various Dead dignitaries and many of my pals whooping it up with us in the VIP lounge. It was, shall we say, an unforgettable experience, my first basketball game, even if it did fail to turn me into a real sports fan.