Dave fianlly posted his thoughts on the football season over in the football thread's comments sections. 

I have been fighting off a flu for a week. It has got my number.  It hits me for only a few hours each day, then leaves me alone long enough for me to think that I’m over it. So I go workout, and then it comes back twice as strong.  Never more than one symptom at a time, and usually symptoms I have never had before, which also makes me want to deny the Flu’s existence: “If this was a fever, I would have a headache!”  I would say, as I fiddle with the electric space heater while hiding under three comforters  , “Therefore, I don’t have a fever”.   Must be something less than a fever, a Dever maybe. You can pass with a D some places.  (That shit's funny when your freezing cold, fetal ,  and sweating)

I was listening to Coldplay’s Rush of Blood album on the Bus. I think thiis album is much better than Parachutes.   One thing though, he mentions ‘Drawing a  Line!”  In pre-parachute-explosion days I told Lauren to check these guys out. She said “Oh, I know them, everything’s always about  a Line with them”.        There you go.   Its  like Andy’s (?)  complaint about Dave Mathews: “They always use the word ‘These’.  Well, I’m not going to post examples, cause I have a lot to write today, and I have another point to make about both bands.      I was thinking about their fan bases and how they overlap. The Venn Diagram ends up a bit like the Phish-Pot Venn Diagram, which is that “Its possible to Smoke Pot and Not Like Phish, But its Not Possible to Like Phish and Not Smoke Pot”.     In  this case I think Dave Mathews is the fish.

My Olympic rings showed up on Thursday.  So Friday I crawled out from the feverish cocoon I had made, turned off the space heater and went to the park to test them out.  I bought them to do  Muscle Ups, and was pretty sure I was going to look foolish. I figured I would be able to sacrifice form, cheat a bit with momentum, and maybe pull off one.       Boy was  I wrong. I didn’t look foolish at all.  In fact, I was so far away from being able to do one,  you couldn’t even tell how miserably I was failing.  It pretty much looked like I was just hanging out half way through a pull-up.   You know, like I was hanging from a vine over a pool of crocodiles.     Not foolish at all.

So I did about three sets of zero muscle-ups.  I thought I might squeeze out one more set but then I remembered that zero times any other number still equals fag.  So  I did some dips, and pullups and then tried to dunk a basketball.  Fairly close in that venture at least.

I stopped by the gym on my way home  long enough to hear a trainer tell her pupil to “put more head on the ball”,  which isn’t a slip of donut proportions, but is notable still. I gave them both a nice slow applause.   Wait, I was there a little longer than that—long enough to get a call from Masha inviting me to see Tom Petty later that evening.  Sweet! 

So I rushed home and took a shower.   We were going to meet some friends at Roy’s for dinner beforehand. Its summer in San Francisco, you are fighting off a Flu, you are going to Roy’s and then Tom Petty, what do you wear?     I don’t know, I’m asking.   I was the guy in the corduroy jacket. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Suck it! .     I once wore a  corduroy Lands-end overcoat to MJQ and got called out for it.  That was a legendary piece of clothing.   If I could have retired it, I would of.  Instead I gave it to Kate on the condition that she stop smoking. She did, for a year or so I think, then started again. People nodded sagely and said to me with their eyes, “what could you expect. Its Kate”.  Yeah,  but they were shocked at shit when she joined the ATF.

Roy’s was great.  Ken asked Masha who the opening act was and she said “”Black Something”.     “Black Crows”, I told Ken, “Which is why I was surprised you guys wanted to eat at Roy’s instead of catching the opening act”.    

Well Ken hadn’t known that little fact, and we plowed through dinner with singular purpose in order to catch a bit of the Crows  (Remedy and two other songs).  That’s cool though, since they have never done it for me live.     

Petty came on wearing a velvet sports coat, so I didn’t feel out of place.  This was the best Large Venue show I had ever seen, we was genuinly overwhelmed by the crowd's enthusiasm.   The musical highlight was Breakdown.   I got the impression he doesn’t play that one a lot.   He played most all of the classics:  Mary Jane, Great Wide Open, Don’t Come Around Here, closing with American Girl.      Alex, you need to go see  this show.

I ran into Heather later that night who was working the Beer Garden  at the show. She was excited that she ran into, and chatted it up, with the lead singer of the Counting Crows [sic] and his wife Kate Hudson. 

“What’s his name?” she asked me. 

“Adam Duritz” I said, “Is he still overweight”? 

Duritz  once  hit on my girlfriend. Long time ago, before he got fat, but still.   Hudson is a babe, and I think It would have been appropriate to put my mac on her had it been me who ran into the two of them.   My mind playing with all the karmic ramifications of such an action…

Later that weekend I was hanging out with Heather and some of her friends. She was telling them this story, how she met the  lead singer of the Black Crows [sic].   And this point I realized what was going to happen, but could see any way to avoid the impending catastrophy.     “Yeah, Adam Duritz!”, she says…..

 And her friend jumped all over her. She in turn jumped all over me:

 “You told me the lead singer’s name was Adam Duritz!?”.

“You told me you ran into the lead singer of the Counting Crows!”.

“Why would he have been there!?”

              “Same reason 10 thousand other people where there!”

“That guy wouldn’t date Kate Hudson!”