Commentary on the NFL and Warren Zevon
Warren Zevon remains one of my favorite singers, and I have preserved his lengthy obituary which appeared after his death on September 7, 2003. I saw him a handful of times in concert, and he was a unique performer.
He also was a very funny guy, and I remember his comments on a talk TV show following the revelation that he was dying of lung cancer. It was early in 2002, and he stated that the doctors weren’t sure if he would live until the end of the year. He stated that he hoped he would last beyond the Fall movie season, as he didn’t want to leave this Earth without seeing the new James Bond movie scheduled for release that year!
He was also quite irreverent, and his song “Excitable Boy” might as well have been a song used as an anthem for many modern-day NFL players. What follows are the entire lyrics:
Well, he went down to dinner in his Sunday best
Excitable boy, they all said
And he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
He took in the four a.m. show at the Clark
Excitable boy, they all said
And he bit the usherette’s leg in the dark
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
He took little Suzie to the Junior Prom
Excitable boy, they all said
And he raped her and killed her, then he took her home
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
After ten long years they let him out of the home
Excitable boy, they all said
And he dug up her grave and built a cage with her bones
Excitable boy, they all said
Well, he’s just an excitable boy
Additionally, I also think Mr. Zevon’s song, “Lawyers, Guns and Money” could be used as an anthem. While I am reworking some of the lyrics a bit, they read as follows:
Well, I went home with a stripper
The way I always do
How was I to know that she was soon to be pregnant, too.
I was gambling in Miami
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad get me out of this.
I’m an innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I’m down on my luck
And I’m down on my luck
And I’m down on my luck
Now I’m hiding in Southern Texas
I’m a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan
You’ve got to love Mr. Zevon.
