I think we all need a break from the Land of "Hopefully", i.e., the Royals' Spring Break. They call that place Surprise, but alas, I doubt there will be many surprises coming from Surprise. They should rename the place Groundhog Day instead, directed by Dayton Moore and starring the SS Podsednik.
With that said, I offer this review of the Elton John/Billy Joel concert here in KC this past Saturday night.
First, to state the obvious: EJ looks and is shaped like everybody's Aunt Florence, and sort of dresses like her too. Because I believe in only the best for my fair bride, our seats were a mere two hopper by Saint Willie from EJ's piano. During most of the concert, I half expected my Aunt Florence lookalike to stand up and yell at me for walking on his lawn. Nevertheless, I have to give Ole Elton his propers--he can still belt most of it out, and his play-list is second to none, especially if you had to endure the 70's in something other than your diapers. Never mind that EJ looks about ready to endure the rest of his tour in his diapers: the man/Auntie doppleganger gets an A in my book.
BJ couldn't (ahem) hold a candle in the wind to EJ. Of course, I cannot say with certainty that I am able to give BJ a fair shake, not since Joe Queenan pole-slapped him without mercy in this fine tome. I think Mother Teresa would have trouble withstanding an assault from Mr. Queenan, so it's no surprise that BJ couldn't either. Nevertheless, BJ's humor seemed too pat, and his music, well, it reminded me of the 70's, but not in a good way. If EJ looks like Aunt Florence, BJ looks like the high priced gardener spending too much time hanging around ole' Aunt Florence, if you catch my drift. I'll go ahead and give him a B-, however, mainly because of the Piano Man Grande finale.
The Sprint Center gets an A-. Clean as a whistle and easy access to beer. Parking around the Sprint Center gets an F, for all of the obvious reasons.
[Please excuse the lack of sabermetric analysis in this post].