I have seen the future of rock n’ roll and its name is still Bruce Springsteen. Who cares if the crowd was of an undeniable "Born to Earn" ilk. Who cares if most in the crowd ride through their own private mansions of glory on SUV machines. The man on the stage makes it seem plausible that if you strip away the years and the affluence of so many in the crowd you’d find kids wanting things that can only be found in the darkness on the edge of town. You’ll find kids with nothing more than hungry hearts. You realize that no matter what the crowd looks like, no matter how fat their wallets, no matter where they are in life--- they still feel like they were born to run.
How good is Bruce? Well, you buy it when he sings well I got a job and tried to put my money away But I got debts that no honest man can pay
And you believe it when he croons, Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
Well, you don’t really buy that one. You know there’ll always be a job for the boss, the hardest working man in rock ‘n roll.
Springsteen does this evangelical, almost Jimmy Swaggert routine as part of the show and if he ever did it for real it’d be scary. As it was, all my aches and pains were healed and I mailed him twenty bucks.
Nearly as revered as the Bruceman was Clarence Cleamons. I do believe most of the 20,000 in the crowd would’ve fought to perform CPR on the Big Man---had he actually had the heart attack some of us were expecting.
Boyle-ing Points: By the time you read this Marian Dunn will have finished the mile swim she began last Saturday morning. Some said she didn’t finish last, she finished first in next year’s race.
**You might have read about Al Stabile’s huge cell phone bill. It got him the cover on Tuesday’s New York Post. Let’s face it, Al’s just a victim of technology. Once Al was able to make calls outside of a phone booth there was no stopping him.
**Howie Schwach keeps challenging me to come up with the my best baseball players of the century. Ok. You gotta go with Danny Cater at first; Horace Clarke at second; Jerry Kenny at short (nosing out Gene Michael and Jim Mason); third base would be Celerino Sanchez. In the outfield you’d have Steve Whitaker, Andy Kosko, and Bill Robinson; behind the plate you’d write in Jake Gibbs (edging out Barry Foote); the DH would be Ron Blomberg; the lefty pitcher might be the hardest spot to name. Steve Hamilton, Fritz Peterson, and Dooley Womack would be edged out by Steve Trout. The righty would be Fred Talbot who’d earn top honors just over Ed Whitson.
Actually, more interesting than the century’s top players are the names of one-time stars and big names who shamed the Bronx during rather inglorious tours of duty. Do you recall that Sam McDowell and Rocky Colavito were Yankees? And then there’s Doc Ellis and Dave Kingman. Johnny Callison and Bert Campeneris; John Mayberry and George Scott, Lee Mazzilli and Andy Messersmith; John Montefusco; Al Leiter; Matty Alou and Felipe Alou; Paul Blair, Bobby Bonds, Curt Blefary; Ken Brett, Jack Clark, Doug Drabek, Leo Durocher, Ken Griffey and Don Gullet; Toby Harrah, Jim Ray Hart, Ken Holztman, Pete Incaviglia, Jay Johnstone, Alex Johnson, Dione Sanders, Jim Kaat, Steve Kemp. Rick Reuschel, Roy Smalley, and Ron Swoboda. Frank Tanana, Jim Wynn, and No Neck Williams. Now there’s a list!
**Nobody gets more mail at The Wave than the G-Man. Regular readers know he sometimes treads in another dimension. You know, he says cable boxes are actually cameras doing the Big Brother thing. (He says that’s why he’ll never have a cable box in his bedroom). Anyway, Hollywood is interested in some of his off-the-wall musings and he’ll be pitching a studio in the coming days.