Holiday Countdown #25
So this is an overdone and overused literary cliche, however, I was born on Christmas so I think of all people that provides me a bit of latitude in determining what makes or doesn’t make an awesome song for the holiday season. So with that said I unleash the first in a countdown of 25 until we hit that magical day when every kid will O.D. on toxic toys from China and I do the same on the finest scotches from Islay.
A few quick points about this list. Each song can only be entered once and the winner is what I consider to be the more iconic version. So sorry Boss, your Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town is great…but there is one that is just slightly better (more to come there). No restrictions on how many times an artist can have an entry though, so expect some of the classics and some not so classic but under appreciated in my mind. Without further adieu, the countdown!
Ah yes, the Cardiac Kids…1981 in Cleveland. A city on fire and that of course leads to some boozed up Parma trash to record anthems to the Orange and Brown in their basement. Growing up in the 80’s I can’t remember how many times I tried to tape these off of the radio late in the season when the Brownies were headed to their eventual meltdown in the AFC Championship against that buck toothed SOB Elway. Getting fired up any time Bernie, Bernie or Cleveland’s the Champions came on, ready to march through the AFC and into the Super Bowl…never to be. Still I would take that heartbreak over what most of the post 1999 seasons have provided the Cleveland faithful.
Out of all of those songs I always enjoyed this one. A little taste of what 1981 offered Brian Sipe, the 1980 NFL MVP, a passin’, both the Pruitts’ moves…so sexy, Newsome, the greatest TE in NFL history, a catchin’, and most importantly Alzado attackin’. Take a look at that photo, holy steroids Batman! You have to wonder with guns like that how shriveled up his nards have to be. I mean that is better than anything the Ruskies put out there in the 80’s, dude straight up did not give a fuck about the consequences. The only thing that knocks this song down a peg or two is the frequent reference to that scum Art Modell. Otherwise this was always one of my favorite tunes that really brings home the meaning of the season, fuck the Steelers.