Category: Chicago and the Midwest

Baseball, the Chicago Cubs, and Egyptian Pharaohs. Seriously?

by Douglas Yeo (June 26, 2026)

I live in the Chicago area and a few weeks ago, I went to Wrigley Field to see a Chicago Cubs game. But this was not an ordinary sporting event for me. I took part in the playing of the National Anthem before the game with the University of Illiniois Trombone Choir, conducted by Dr. Jonathan Whitaker. I was trombone professor at University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign from 2022-2024 while the University was conducting a search for a new trombone professor. I was thrilled when Jon Whitaker was hired to the position and when the Chicago Cubs invited the UIUC trombone choir to play the National Anthem on June 2, — part of the Cubs’ annual University of Illinois night at Wrigley Field — it took me exactly one second to accept Jon’s invitation for me to play with the group.

The University of Illinois Trombone Choir conducted by Dr. Jonathan Whitaker, Wrigley Field, Chicago, June 2, 2026. You can see me fifth from right among the bass trombone players (photo by Matt Dirksen/Chicago Cubs).

The day was very special for me. I’ve played the National Anthem at dozens of professional and collegiate sporting events during my lifetime. It’s always been a thrill to be on the field or at center court in a stadium and this was a chance to enjoy the moment with some of my former students at Illinois who were also playing the Anthem. CLICK HERE to view the official video of the performance (on YouTube) that was provided to the University of Illinois Trombone Studio by the Chicago Cubs.

With my former trombone students Sam Murray, Louis Gray, and Derrick Neal. Wrigley Field, Chicago, June 2, 2026.

Before the game, I stopped in a sports shop in Wrigleyville and picked up a copy of a new book, Chicago Cubs 150 Years: The Official Illustrated History. I flipped through the pages and my eyes popped out when I saw a two page spread with photos of baseball players playing a game at the Pyramids and Sphinx in Egypt. Seriously.

Scott Gummer, Chicago Cubs 150 Years: The Official Illustrated History (Skybox Press, 2026).

Baseball game at the Pyramids of Giza. Chicago White Stockings (Chicago Cubs) vs. All America All-Stars, February 9, 1889.

Members of the Chicago White Stockings (Chicago Cubs) with members of the All American All-Stars at the Sphinx, Giza, Egypt, February 9, 1889.

Given my interest in Egypt (readers of TheLastTrombone can read my articles about Egypt HERE, HERE, and HERE), I started looking for more information about this. I found that the story has been told HERE (“The surreal afternoon a baseball game was played among the great Egyptian pyramids”), and, for detailed accounts with team rosters, the schedule, results of games, and much more, HERE (February 9, 1889: A Wondrous Ball Park: The Pyramid Game in Giza, Egypt”), and HERE (“The Great Base Ball Trip around the World in 1888–’19”).

The Chicago Cubs were founded as the Chicago White Stockings in 1870 and in 1876, the team joined baseball’s National League. In 1890, the team took on the name the Chicago Colts and by 1902, they adopted the name Chicago Cubs.

From October 1888 to April 1889, Chicago White Stockings team owner Albert Spalding took the team on a world tour where the White Stockings played exhibition games against a “All America” team of National League all-star players. The tour, which started in the United States, took the teams to New Zealand, Australia, and Europe, and included a game in Sri Lanka (January 26, 1889) and one in the shadow of the Great Pyramid of Giza (February 9, 1889) before returning to the United States to finish the tour. Three players on the tour were later inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame: Cap Anson, John Montgomery Ward, and Ned Hanlon. In addition, Albert Spalding and Henry Chadwick, who accompanied the teams on the tour, also were also inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Seeing these photos seems almost surreal. As if that wasn’t enough, as I was looking for more information about the games, I came across a page on the website of Because Baseball that implied that a type of baseball may have been invented and played in ancient Egypt. And they included a photograph to support their argument:

Photo courtesy of Because Baseball.

Well, it sure LOOKS like someone with a baseball and bat. Yes? This led me to dig more deeply and learn that there are a number of such representations in Egyptian temples. The photo above is captioned “400 BC relief from the Temple of Philae in southern Egypt: Baseball has deep roots in ancient Egypt.” I visited Philae in January 2026 when my wife and I took a tour of Egypt. We did not see this relief (there was so much to see on Philae. . .) and after doing some research, I learned that it appears in the Temple of Isis at Philae, on the outer east wall of the sanctuary/nous.

Here is the location of the relief:

The Temple of Isis at Philae, Egypt. Bertha Porter and Rosalind L. B. Moss, Topographical Bibliography of Ancient Egyptian Hieroglyphic Texts, Reliefs, and Paintings: VI. Upper Egypt: Chief Temples (Excluding Thebes), Abydos, Dendera, Esna, Edfu, Kôm Ombo, and Philae (Oxford: Griffith Institute, 1991), 230. The location of the relief is circled in red.

And here is an epigraphic drawing that shows the relief in context:

Georges Bénédite, Le Temple de Philae, Vol. 2 (Paris: Leroux, 1895), plate XXIX.

Carl E. DeVries described the scene (Carl E. DeVries, “A Ritual Ball Game?,” in Studies in Honor of John A Wilson (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1969), 30.):

The second register on the exterior of the east wall of the temple of Isis [at Philae] has nine scenes of offerings made by Augustus. The eighth scene from the left shows the ruler striking a ball before Sekhmet, who is seated on a throne at the right. The king wears the double crown above horns, as in the first Edfu relief described above. Again he holds the ball in his left hand, while in his right he holds a stick which is more accurately described as a club or bat since it is considerably thicker at the striking end than at the handle. The position of the arms and the grasping of the club are more realistic than in the earlier representations.

It sure looks like baseball to our modern eyes. And there are some scholars that think that it’s plausible that some kind of game may be in play at the scene. However, recent scholarship seems to point to an act where the King — in the case of the Philae image, Caeser Augustus dressed as a Pharaoh — engages in a ritualized act of destruction, not a sport. The “ball” is not there to be played with; it is the evil eye Apophis (an ancient Egyptian diety of chaos and darkness). It is a symbolic enemy to be destroyed. The “bat” is not a baseball bat; it is a club or stick whose power derives from royal and divine violence. The setting is the temple wall, before the god Sekhmet (an ancient Egyptian diety of war and healing), within a series of offering scenes. Here, “hitting the ball” is an act of violence and royal protection whereby the King (Augustus) destroys a hostile power. For more on this, see, Panagiotis I. M. Kousoulis, “Some remarks on the ritual of ‘striking the ball’ in the liturgical environment of the Ptolemaic temples,” in ed. Ben Haring and Andrea Klug, Ägyptologische Tempeltagung, Leiden, 4–7 September 2002, Function und Gebrauch altägyptischer Tempelräume (Wiesbaden: Harrossowitz, 2007), 153–166.

And here is something else that’s important. Because Baseball’s article on baseball in Egypt dated this relief to 300 BC. That’s not correct. Rome conquered Egypt in 30 BC, and Augustus’s rule in Egypt was from 30 BC to 14 AD. The temple of Isis at Philae was erected in the third and second centuries BC during the Ptolemaic era of Egypt’s history but the Augustus reliefs were not made until the Roman era, several centuries later.

All of this is an interesting intersection of ancient Egypt and today’s modern sport of baseball. Things are not always as they appear but letting our imagination run wild — even if it flies in the face of historical accuracy — is fun. I will be visiting the Temple of Philae again when we return to Egypt next year and I will be sure to take some photos of the scene and then revise this article. For now, we’ll continue cheering for the Cubs (in baseball) and the Egyptian national team (in soccer/football). Go Cubs! Go Egypt!

Ancient Egypt’s “Mansion of Millions of Years” and the lessons of Ozymandias

by Douglas Yeo (June 4, 2026)

I am at work on several research and writing projects, including an article for the International Trumpet Guild Journal about the trumpet in ancient Egypt. Alongside that work, I continue to reflect on the trip to Egypt that my wife and I took in January of this year, and on our plans for a return trip in 2027.

One of the sites we plan to visit next year is Medinet Habu, the mortuary temple of Pharaoh Ramesses III (reigned 1187–1156 BC). Although he was not directly related to the much more famous Ramesses II (reigned 1279–1213 BC), Ramesses III is often considered the last of the great Pharaohs. Medinet Habu includes many reliefs that depict trumpets, and its decorative scheme is central to my article.

Today, while reading Aidan Dodson’s Rameses III: King of Egypt, His Life and Afterlife (Cairo: American University in Cairo, 2019), I came across this paragraph on page 83:

Since the beginning of Egyptian history, the ideal Egyptian tomb had comprised two distinct elements: an accessible offering place where the worlds of the living and the dead met, and where sustenance and prayers could be delivered as part of mortuary cult; and the actual burial place, usually subterranean, and intended to be sealed for eternity. By the time of Rameses III, the kingly implementation of this scheme comprised a memorial temple (or “mansion of millions of years”) close to the edge of the desert at Thebes West, and a subterranean tomb in a desert wadi—now known as the Valley of the Kings—beyond the curtain of cliffs that rose behind the royal memorial temples.

A “mansion of millions of years.” A million years is a long time. Millions of years is a span of time that is impossible for a human being to grasp. Still, after visiting Egypt and gaining some understanding of what made ancient Egypt and Egyptians tick—their complex religious beliefs, their art, and their system of government—I have become increasingly intrigued by the bold phrase “mansion of millions of years.”

Dodson’s book does not provide a citation for the phrase, but it is not a modern invention. It is rooted in ancient Egyptian usage.

When we were in Egypt earlier this year, I visited Chicago House, the home of the Epigraphic Survey of University of Chicago in Luxor. There, we met with Brett McClain, field director of the Survey, who has been immensely helpful to me in my research. The University of Chicago has had a presence in Egypt for over 100 years, and its work photographing and drawing the reliefs and inscriptions in dozens of Egyptian temples and monuments has been, and continues to be, vitally important to our understanding of ancient Egypt.

The cover of The Epigraphic Survey, Medinet Habu—Volume VIII, Plates 591–660. The Eastern High Gate with Translations of Texts (Chicago: University of Chicago, 1970). The University of Chicago has made its volumes of work by the Epigraphic Survey available for free online. This volume may be viewed and downloaded HERE.

In preparation for our visit to Medinet Habu in 2027, I have been reading the Epigraphic Survey’s many volumes about the temple. Dodson’s comment about the “mansion of millions of years” finds a secure ancient source in one of them (cover and link above): The Epigraphic Survey, Medinet Habu—Volume VIII, Plates 591–660. The Eastern High Gate with Translations of Texts (Chicago: University of Chicago, 1970). Plate 608 shows an epigraphic drawing of reliefs that depict “Rameses III Offering Ma’at to Ptah of Medinet Habu and Sekhmet.” The transcription of the hieroglyphic text is found on page seven. The first part of the translation reads:

Words spoken by Ptah the Great, South of (His) Wall, Lord of Ankhtowi, the great god who hears prayer, who resides in the Mansion of Millions of Years “United with Eternity” in the estate of Amon: “I have given you the lifetime of Re and the years of Atum. I have given you all health and all joy forever and eternally.”

There it is: a securely cited ancient Egyptian instance in which the Pharaoh’s temple was called “the Mansion of Millions of Years.” It was a bold claim. The ancient Egyptian Pharaohs truly thought they were gods and they would live forever. That’s why they constructed such elaborate tombs and mortuary temples—so they would have everything they needed to be transported to the afterlife and be remembered forever. Tomb robbers had something to say about that, as did the march of time and the drifting of sand.

My interest in Egypt runs deep and wide. I have written about this on TheLastTrombone—you can read about it HERE—and at this season of my life, I think, read, research, learn, and write about ancient Egypt every day. That ancient civilization is remembered for its pyramids, tombs, temples, and stunning artifacts, many of which are still present today. I am fascinated by all of this. But ancient Egypt itself—the culture, the civilization— is no longer with us. Today, Isis and Osiris, Ptah, and Sobek (and the rest of the pantheon of ancient Egyptian deities) are not worshipped as they were in ancient Egypt. World religions today generally do not include funerary traditions involving mummification. There has not been a Pharaoh for over 2000 years. But, like the Pharaohs of old, many of us also want to “live forever” in the minds and hearts of others, a sentiment born more of pride than humility.

The pyramids of the Giza Plateau, Egypt. Left to right: The “Great Pyramid” of Khufu, the pyramid of Khafre, the pyramid of Menkaure. Photo by Douglas Yeo, January 17, 2026.

And yet we are still talking about the Pharaohs today. The names of Ramesses II (“the Great”) and Tutankhamun, as well as Akhenaten, the female Pharaoh Hatshepsut, and Khufu, builder of the Great Pyramid (the last standing wonder of the ancient world), remain on the lips of schoolchildren and scholars alike. The ruins of ancient Egypt continue to be discovered and restored, although my Egyptian friend Ashraf Masoud recently told me that many Egyptologists believe 90 percent of ancient Egypt’s past has not yet been excavated. What has been found captures our imagination.

Part of this, I think, is our fascination with the rise and fall of civilizations. They grow, they thrive, they fall—as ancient Egypt did, and as the Greeks and Romans did after them. They disappear, and sometimes bits and pieces of them are rediscovered. This is the cycle of all civilizations. It will happen to our civilization, too.

In late 1817 or early 1818, the English poet Percy Bysshe Shelley—his wife, Mary, was the author of Frankenstein—wrote a poem that spoke directly to this. Shelley knew of the work of the Greek historian Diodorus Siculus, who was born in the first century BC. In his Bibliotheca historica (Library of History), Diodorus endeavored to narrate the history of civilization, both mythical and real, in regions around the known world. Book I is devoted to Egypt.

In Book 1 (chapters 47 and 49), Diodorus described a massive monument in Thebes, near modern Luxor, with pylons, columns, and a huge seated statue of Osymandyas. The name Osymandyas is a Greek/Hellenized form of the throne name of Pharaoh Ramesses II, Usermaatre Setepenre. Diodorus does not give the statue’s height, but he says its foot measured over seven cubits. A Greek cubit in his time was about 18 inches. Extrapolating from that measurement, scholars today conclude that the seated statue Diodorus described would have been between 56 and 62 feet high—about the height of a six-story building—and, had the figure been standing upright, it would have been over 100 feet tall.

Diodorus described the statue’s impact:

And it is not merely for its size that this work merits approbation, but it is also marvelous by reason of its artistic quality, and excellent because of the nature of the stone, since in a block of so great a size there is not a single crack or blemish to be seen.

Then he gave the statue’s famous inscription:

The inscription upon it runs: “King of Kings am I, Osymandyas. If anyone would know how great I am and where I lie, let him surpass one of my works.”

This is a stunning statement of hubris, but we have heard words like these from many leaders over the millennia, from ancient times to today. The irony is that the massive colossus of Ramesses II in his temple, the Ramesseum—scholars believe this is the statue Diodorus described—is now a toppled ruin.

The fallen statue of Ramesses II at the Ramesseum, Thebes, Egypt. Photo by Francis Frith (1857).

Now, fast-forward eighteen centuries to get back to Percy Shelley. Born in 1792, Shelley died in 1822, a month before his thirtieth birthday. During his lifetime, England was busy building empire. Impressed by Diodorus’ account of the colossal statue of a Pharaoh, Shelley wrote a poem about the fall of the powerful that is now considered one of the greatest works of literature in the English language:

Ozymandias
by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1817)

I met a Traveller from an antique land,
Who said, “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is OZYMANDIAS, King of Kings.”
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that Colossal Wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Here is the poem as it first appeared in print (below), from the January 11, 1818 issue of the London newspaper, The Examiner. Shelley submitted it under a pseudonym, Glirastes.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias. As it first appeared in The Examiner (London), Vol. 524, January 11, 1818, page 24.

And so it goes, year after year, century after century, millennium after millennium. Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall. Some, like ancient Egypt, have left us extraordinary ruins that cause us to pause and wonder. Others have vanished without a trace. The “mansions of millions of years” all eventually disappear. I am reminded of the words of John Ellerton who, in his great hymn written at the height of the Victorian-era British Empire, “The Day Thou Gavest, Lord, Is Ended,” stated:

So be it, Lord; Thy Throne shall never,
Like earth’s proud empires, pass away.

We all pass away. All empires pass away. Like ancient Egypt, we may remember them, study them, and learn from them, but only God remains eternal—for more than “millions of years.”

The fallen statue of Ramesses II at the Ramesseum, Thebes, Egypt. Photo by Tim Adams (2019). A cropped version of this photo appears at the top of this article.

It’s Super Bowl Sunday!

by Douglas Yeo (February 9, 2025)

It’s that time of year again. The National Football League’s Super Bowl will kick off in a few hours. Millions of people around the world will be watching, whether on television, through a streaming service, or the internet. Even people who are not football fans will be watching. The game is just that big, such a big part of life for so many people. Whether your team is playing (mine isn’t. . .) or not, whether you tune in just to watch the commercials or the halftime show, my guess is most readers of these words will be watching or have watched Super Bowl LIX – Super Bowl 59.

The Super Bowl is one of those unique events—like a World Cup soccer final, or a college football championship final—that is bigger than life. When I was young and living in Valley Stream, New York (just a few miles across the border of Queens, New York City, where I spent the first few years of my life), I remember watching Super Bowl III in January 1969. I was in eighth grade, but I remember the thrill of watching the game (on our family’s black and white television) and seeing our team, the New York Jets win. It was thrilling. I wish I still had my Joe Namath rookie football card. Yup, I had one. But after the Super Bowl III, I took that card and did what all of my friends and I did with all of our football and baseball cards: We got a clothespin and attached them to the back frame of our bicycles to make a fluttering sound. Seriously. I just looked: a Joe Namath rookie football card in near mint/mint condition is selling on eBay right now. For $48,500. I’ll pass. (No pun intended.)

Over the years, I’ve attended three Super Bowls. Each one of them are indelibly imprinted in my memory, historical events in my life that I’ll never forget.

Panoramic photos of Super Bowls XXXVI (New England Patriots vs. St. Louis Rams), XLIX (New England Patriots vs. Seattle Seahawks), and LIV (Kansas City Chiefs vs. San Francisco 49ers).

SUPER BOWL XXXVI – February 3, 20020

I was a member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra from 1985-2012. In December 2001, we began to hear rumors that the Boston Pops Orchestra—which IS the Boston Symphony Orchestra minus most of the principal players in the BSO—would be playing in the pregame show at Super Bowl XXXVI in New Orleans on February 3, 2002. The September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks turned the world upside down, and the next Super Bowl after the attacks was scheduled to be played in New Orleans, with a typical Mardi Gras type theme. 9/11 changed that and the theme of the game was switched to a patriotic theme.

Robert Kraft, owner of the New England Patriots, was on the NFL’s Super Bowl entertainment committee and he suggested that the Boston Pops—”America’s Orchestra”—be involved in the game. That got set many weeks before any of us in Boston knew that the New England Patriots would actually be playing in the game.

I told the story of how that all happened in a long article on my website: The New England Patriots and the Boston Pops: A Super Bowl XXXVI Diary, January/February 2002. You can read that article HERE.

Tom Rolfs, Douglas Yeo, and Ronald Barron at Super Bowl XXXVI

New England Patriots owner Robert Kraft gave each member of the orchestra a ticket for the game. Amazing. I sat between two great friends, BSO trumpet player Tom Rolfs (he is now principal trumpet in the orchestra) and Principal trombonist Ronald Barron.

My view from the end zone at Super Bowl XXXVI.

We were seated in an end zone; little did we know that we would watch the winning field goal come off Patriots’ kicker Adam Vinatieri’s foot and come right to us. Unforgettable.

A framed box of Super Bowl XXXVI highlights.

SUPER BOWL XLIX – February 1, 2015

I retired from the Boston Symphony Orchestra in 2012 and when we moved to Arizona, my wife and I became season ticket holders for Arizona Cardinals (and Arizona State University—where I was trombone professor) football. That said, we still followed the Patriots; after all, one does not give up a nearly 30 year fandom overnight. In 2015, the Patriots were in the Super Bowl again, and Super Bowl XLIX was held at University of Phoenix Stadium in Glendale, Arizona, the home of the Arizona Cardinals. Just a 30 minute drive from our home.

Naturally we wanted to go to the game but ticket prices were out of this world. But then, the most unexpected thing happened. A friend in Boston, whose family had many season ticket seats to Patriots football, called and said that their family had two extra tickets. Would I like them? WOULD I LIKE THEM?!?!? YES! This was a remarkable gift, one I could not wholly accept without paying something. My friend didn’t want money for the tickets, but she said her family had supported an Christian ministry in Haiti for many years and if we wanted to make a donation to that group of selfless workers who served the poor, that would be great. So I sent a donation to the ministry and my wife and I went to the game.

Douglas and Patricia Yeo outside University of Phoenix Stadium before Super Bowl XLIX

Our seats were five rows from the field, right on a goal line. It was WILD to be in the stadium—where we had seen so many Arizona Cardinals football games—and don our old Patriots gear for another game for the first time in several years.

At our seats for Super Bowl XLIX

I had never sat so close to the field for the game and I confess I never thought such a view right next to the end zone would be that interesting. But it was! At one point in the game, Patriots tight end Rob Gronkowski caught a touchdown at the other side of the end zone. A week later, a photo of that touchdown that showed Pat and me across the end zone appeared in Sports Illustrated.

Rob Gronkowski catching a touchdown at Super Bowl XLIX. Douglas and Patricia Yeo are circled in red, across the end zone. I’m wearing a white baseball hat and Pat is next to me, on my left.

This was a wild, back and forth game. And at the end, the Patriots won in a stunning way, when Malcolm Butler intercepted Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson at the goal line. I wrote about my experience at Super Bowl XLIX and how I apply a very important lesson that was in evidence at the end of that game to my trombone playing and teaching in an article on TheLastTrombone. The article is titled: Stay disciplined: a lesson from Super Bowl XLIX. You can read that article HERE.

Patricia and Douglas Yeo celebrating the end of Super Bowl XLIX.

SUPER BOWL LIV – February 2, 2020

After Super Bowl XLIX in Arizona, the thought of attending another Super Bowl never entered my mind. I had been to two. Another one? I never really thought about it. But I DID go to another Super Bowl. And that is quite a story in itself.

Pat and I moved from Arizona to the Chicago area in 2018 in order to live closer to our grandchildren. One of the first things we did was get Chicago Bears season tickets. New town, new team.

Douglas and Patricia Yeo at Soldier Field, Chicago, September 8, 2024.

In 2019, the Chicago Bears ran a contest. The winner would receive an all-expenses paid trip to Super Bowl LIV in Miami, Florida. The contest was this: Write an essay of 100 words or less on the subject, “Who would you take to the Super Bowl and why?” I wrote an essay about my son-in-law, Chad, who is a hospice chaplain. My essay was exactly 100 words. And I won the contest. Unbelievable.

Douglas Yeo and Chad Leonard on the field at Super Bowl LIV.

Two fans from each of the NFL’s32 teams were given this remarkable experience. Each team decided how to award the two tickets allowed to them. The Bears had a contest. Some teams sent their “fan of the year.” Others had a random drawing. Going to Miami, staying at the Biltmore Hotel, going to the NFL Experience, NFL Honors, and Super Bols LIV was a truly remarkable experience, made all the better because we were with super fans from all teams.

Fans from all 32 NFL teams at the 2020 Super Bowl LIV fan experience. (AP Photo/Steve Luciano)

Once again, I found myself seated in the end zone at a Super Bowl, just like I had been at Super Bowl XXXVI. Chicago Bears Chairman George McCaskey came up to say hello to Chad and me and we watched a memorable game as the Kansas City Chiefs defeated the San Francisco 49ers. We witnessed the beginning of the Kansas City Chief’s NFL dynasty as they won their first Super Bowl since they won Super Bowl IV in 1970.

Douglas Yeo, Chicago Bears Chairman George McCaskey, and Chad Leonard at Super Bowl LIV.

I wrote several posts on TheLastTrombone about this remarkable experience. You can read my article, 100 Words – Super Bowl LIV which tells the story of the contest and has my winning essay HERE. And you can read my long article about the whole experience at Super Bowl LIV, Super Bowl LIV – an exceptional fan experience thanks to the Chicago Bears and the NFL, HERE.

Today, when I’m watching Super Bowl LIV with Pat and our oldest daughter, Linda, her husband, Chad, and our two grandchildren, all of these live-in-person memories of past Super Bowls will be in my mind. The Super Bowl. It’s a special experience every year. Here’s hoping we’ll see a great game later today.

UPDATE: The Philadelphia Eagles defeated the Kansas City Chiefs 40-22 in Super Bowl LIV. Congratulations to the Eagles. And now we’re on to next season. But first, baseball! Go Cubs, Go!

Christmas 2024

by Douglas Yeo (December 24, 2024)

Tomorrow is Christmas, and like millions of people around the world, our family will be celebrating tonight at a Christmas Eve church service. We’ll be at our church, New Covenant Church of Naperville, Illinois. Tomorrow brings together family, food, and the sharing of gifts. For our family and other Christians, the most important thing about Christmas is the celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ who is truly “the reason for the season.” In 2018, I wrote an article on The Last Trombone about Bethlehem, where Jesus was born. Click on this sentence and have a look at that post that tells the Christmas story through photographs of Bethlehem that I took when my wife and I visited there in 2016.

Also at this time of year, music fills the air and family traditions are celebrated yet again. When our family lived in the Boston area during the years I was a member of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, one of our traditions was for all of us to attend a Christmas Pops concert played by the Boston Pops. We held that tradition every year I played in the orchestra (the Boston Pops Orchestra IS the Boston Symphony Orchestra), and we started a new tradition over our last few years in Boston: the annual Christmas Revels. I also conducted the New England Brass Band from 1998-2008, and we performed an annual series of three or four concerts of Christmas music, a tradition that we still remember at this time of year. These musical traditions were fun and inspiring.

Since we moved to Illinois in 2018, I’ve enjoyed a new tradition: playing Christmas concerts with the great brass quintet, Boston Brass, and the Brass All-Stars Big Band they put together for their concerts each December. This year was the third year I was asked to play Boston Brass’ show, Christmas Bells are Swingin’! With family members in attendance, it was a real joy to bring this music—including a lot of the classic Christmas carol arrangements written by Stan Kenton and Ralph Carmichael—to appreciative audiences.

Boston Brass and the Brass All-Stars Big Band, Palos Hills, Illinois, December 19, 2024. Left to right: Domingo Pagliuca (trombone, Boston Brass), Megan Boutin, Douglas Yeo, William Russell (tuba, Boston Brass), Dan Hostetler (drums), Eric Morong (percussion), David Cutler (piano), Rick DeJonge (conductor), Joey Tartell (trumpet), José Sibaja (trumpet, Boston Brass), Rex Richardson (trumpet), Jeff Conner (trumpet, Boston Brass), Rick Castellanos (horn, Boston Brass), Sandra Donatello (horn), Alex Love (horn). Moraine Valley Community College, Palos Hills, Illinois, December 19, 2024.

Program for the concert with Boston Brass and Brass All-Stars Big Band, Christmas Bells are Swingin’! Moraine Valley Community College, Palos Hills, Illinois, December 19, 2024.

Our trombone section was terrific. Domingo Pagliuca and I have been friends for many years—like brothers. Spending time with Domingo is always a joy. And this was the first time I played in a section with Megan Boutin, assistant professor of trombone at East Texas A&M University. She’s a superb player and our section gelled just right. What fun it is to play with such fine players like Domingo and Megan!

Douglas Yeo, Megan Boutin, Domingo Pagliuca, and David Cutler. December 19, 2024.

Every year since 2012, I’ve posted a poem at this time of year, A Visit from Santa Claus to a College Trombone Player. I wrote this for my students at Arizona State University, during the first year I taught there (from 2012-2016). If you’re new to The Last Trombone, you’re a trombone player, or you know a trombone player, I hope this makes you smile. Yes, Santa plays trombone. There’s even a song about that.

Merry Christmas, friends.

A Visit From Santa Claus to a College Trombone Player

T’was the night before Christmas and all through my home,
All the horns were in cases, including trombones.
For after the finals and juries and tests,
It was time for some shut-eye; I needed some rest.

I was dreaming of straight mutes and pBones and more,
When I woke to a sound that I’d not heard before.
And what should I see on my roof up on high?
A Moravian choir, with trombones playing fine.

Alessi and Lindberg, Kleinhammer and Yeo,
Were all playing their horns, their heads covered with snow.
And who should be leading this heavenly band?
But old Santa himself, a trombone in his hand!

“On JJ! On Jörgen! On Tommy, and George!”
This band was so sweet, I sure did thank the Lord!
“On Norman and Pryor, Jen, Melba, and Frank!”
Some others played, too, but my mind drew a blank.

I grabbed my trombone and I lubed up the slide,
With no time for a warm-up, I hurried outside.
The gang was all playing some mighty nice tunes,
And we jammed some cool charts by light of the moon.

I invited them in just to warm up their chops,
But they just kept on playing, man, this sure was tops!
Saint Nick put his horn down to fill up my stocking,
With valve oil, and slide cream, CDs – so inspiring!

In time, things wound down and they packed up their horns,
And the sleigh got revved up and was heavenly borne.
But Santa looked back, and he said with a smile,

“Merry Christmas to all, and don’t forget to keep practicing even though you’re on vacation!”

— Douglas Yeo (with apologies to Clement Clarke Moore)