Partaking in grueling athletic activity isn’t the time to have Bob Carlisle’s "Butterfly Kisses" floating through your head, but that’s the song I couldn’t shake from my skull Saturday night during my bike ride home from work.
The Kevin Gorg lookalike’s 1996 hit single about a father’s love for his daughter in no way makes the dark ride home into a headwind any easier.
But still, it’s nowhere near as bad as Friday night, when I had Mariah Carey’s "Touch My Body" stuck in my head the entire 90 minutes of a soccer game I played in.
That was par for the course after being on the losing end of a 1-0 score on May 17 in my Duluth Amateur Soccer League team’s match with this little number tucked inside my gourd.
Why can’t I run around to Linkin Park’s "Given Up" more often?