Got home from a town planning commission at eight and started to cook a late dinner, turned the boob tube on, and just spent the last three hours watching a really excellent documentary on the Eagles. Not really one of my favorite bands, but damned if I didn’t know every single song. I’ll still take a solo Joe Walsh over them, because it’s music and a personality I can recognize and understand, but still, this was a great documentary.
Another documentary I really liked was Knuckleball, about the pitch and mostly centered on Tim Wakefield and R.A. Dickey and their careers and their relationships with Phil and Joe Niekro (who were born about 30 mins away from me, btw) and Charlie Hough. Really a great show.