Carnival Of Joba 2007: #11

The Red Sox game. Too Close For Comfort for Youk

Be wise, be smart, behave, my heart
Don't give up your cart when he's so close
Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don't go off your feet, He's too close for comfort
Too close, too close for comfort, not again
Too close, too close to know just when to say when
Be firm, be fair, be sure, beware
On your guard, take care, while there's such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
He's much too close for comfort now
Be wise, be smart, behave, my heart
Don't give up your cart when he's so close
Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Dont go off your feet, He's so close to comfort
Please not again
Just when do I say when?
Be firm, be fair, be sure, beware
On your guard, take care, while there's such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
He's much too close for comfort now
Oh
Too close, please not again
Too close to know just when to say when
Be firm, be fair, be sure, beware
On your guard, take care, while there's such temptation
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
He's much too close for comfort now
Oh
One thing leads to another
Too late to run for cover
He's much too close for comfort now
Too close for comfort now

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #10

How can anyone forget that errant fastball that Joba threw at a famed Bostonian of the Hebrew persuasion

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #9

One of Joba's easiest strike out victims.

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #8

A highlight compilation featuring Joba's politically incorrect favorite song by Tug McGraw, "Indian Outlaw"

I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby shes a Chippewa
She's one of a kind
All my friends call me bear claw
The village chieftin is my paw-paw
He gets his orders from my maw-maw
She makes him walk the line
You can find me in my wigwam
I'll be beatin on my tom-tom
Pull out the pipe and smoke you some
Hey and pass it around
cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby shes a Chippewa
She's one of a kind
I ain't lookin for trouble
We can ride my pony double
Make your little heart bubble
Lord like a glass of wine
I remember the medicine man
He caught runnin water in my hands
Drug me around by my headband
Said I wasn't her kind
cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby shes a Chippewa
She's one of a kind
I can kill a deer or buffalo
With just my arrow and my hickory bow
From a hundred yards don't you know
I do it all the time
They all gather round my teepee
Late at night tryin to catch a peek at me
In nothin but my buffalo briefs
I got em standin in line
cause I'm an Indian outlaw
Half Cherokee and Choctaw
My baby shes a Chippewa
She's one of a kind
Cherokee people
Cherokee tribe
So proud to live
So proud to die

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #7

The second inning that Joba pitched against the Royals in front of Dad. Music is Buddy Rich's "Whack, Whack"

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #6

More of the night in Kansas City that Joba pitched with his dad in the stands
Lyrics by Waylon Jennings

My father had so much to tell me
Things he said I had to know
Don't make my mistakes
There are rules you can't break.
But I had to find out on my own
Now when I look at my own son
I know what my father went through
There's only so much you can do.
You're proud when they walk
Scared when they run
That's how it always has been
Between fathers and sons.
It's a bridge you can't cross
It's a cross you can't bear
It's the words you can't say
The things you can't change
No matter how much you care.
So you do all you can
but then you gotta let go
You're just part of the flow
Of the river that runs
Between fathers and sons.
Your mother will try to protect you
Hold you as long as she can
But the higher you climb
The more you can see.
That's something I understand
One day you'll look at your own son
There'll be so much that you want to say
He'll have to find his own way.
On the road he must take
The course he must run
That's how it always has been
Between fathers and sons.
It's a bridge you can't cross
It's a cross you can't bear
It's the words you can't say
The things you can't change
No matter how much you care.
So you do all you can
but then you gotta let go
You're just part of the flow
Of the river that runs
Between fathers and sons.

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #5

Look Into My Father's Eyes and It's A Family Affair. This is the game where Joba's father saw his son pitch in the major's for the first time. It was in Kansas City against the Royals
by Eric Clapton

Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.

by Sly and The Family Stone

It's a family affair, it's a family affair
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
One child grows up to be
Somebody that just loves to learn
And another child grows up to be
Somebody you'd just love to burn
Mom loves the both of them
You see it's in the blood
Both kids are good to Mom
'Blood's thicker than mud'
It's a family affair, it's a family affair
Newlywed a year ago
But you're still checking each other out
Nobody wants to blow
Nobody wants to be left out
You can't leave, 'cause your heart is there
But you can't stay, 'cause you been somewhere else!
You can't cry, 'cause you'll look broke down
But you're cryin' anyway 'cause you're all broke down!
It's a family affair
It's a family affair

Carnival Of Joba 2007: #4

As Warner Wolf would say, "Let's go to the source." Eli's Coming by Laura Nyro

Eli's Coming
Eli's coming, Eli's coming
Girl, you'd better hide your heart
Your lovin' heart
Eli's coming and the cards say...
Broken heart, oh broken heart, oh broken heart
Eli's coming, hide your heart girl
Eli's coming, hide your heart girl
Girl, Eli's coming you'd better hide
Girl, Eli's coming you'd better hide
You'd better hide your heart, your heart
Eli's coming, hide your heart
You'd better better hide your heart
Eli's coming, better walk
Walk, but you'll never get away
No you'll never get away from the burn and the heartache
I walk to Apollo by the bay
Everywhere I go
Eli's coming (she walked but she never got away)
Eli's coming (she walked but she never got away)
Eli's coming and he's coming to get you mama
I'm down on my knees

Carnival of Joba 2007: #3

This time Eli's Coming is by Don Ellis

Carnival of Joba 2007: #2

To the tune of Eli's Coming by Maynard Ferguson

Carnival of Joba 2007: #1

I think I'll finish out the year with my highlight videos of the best thing that happened in 2007, Joba Chamberlain. This features Maynard Ferguson's versions of Superman and The Theme From Rocky.

Joba: Game 4

Time for a Joba Break from WW2 obsession.
I did this in IMovie instead of my slide show app so I could make use of the transitions. I was searching for a Joba theme song. Here it's "The Natural." I was trying to push Eli's Coming, but the youtube yahoos weren't big Laura Nyro fans. (I couldn't stand the Three Dog Night version). They wanted heavy metal crap. Turns out Joba himself ultimately picked a Motley Crew song, "Shout at The Devil." Well, nobody's perfect.

Joba's First Game

From the archives of my deleted youtube account