Saturday, April 11, 2015

beat down and tired

so like a dumb ass, i decided to give a shit about the Red Sox vs. Yankees last night. 19 innings later, i remember why baseball stopped being my favorite sport in my 20's. needless to say, i'm running on little sleep, my sister is back in town, and i have a farm to go help clean out. these are the days where i wish i drank coffee or was addicted to heroin.

welcome to the 11th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'd like to highlight the lazy bastard i am and just post three random YouTube videos that i happen to enjoy. well, the first two poets i really like and have been published with. the third video got me with the title. anyone that knows my dating history of black women, they will understand. hope you enjoy, go support, etc. etc.

i will give the Yankees credit for at least fighting back last night. but they pissed away chance after chance to win the game in extra innings. they have way too many left handed bats and are too easy to pitch to at the moment. hopefully that changes as the season goes on... though i doubt it will. Yanks lose 6-5 in 19 innings. you can imagine how much i needed a beer after that game. they play again this afternoon. thankfully, i will miss it.

today is the final day of the NHL regular season. so by tonight, i'll know who the Rangers will face in the first round and if i made a miracle comeback in fantasy hockey. the Rangers play in Washington this afternoon.

i believe Saturday Night Live is new tonight. i'll watch that, if i happen to not be completely dead by the end of today. on the DVR will be ROH.

not sure when i will be on here tomorrow as the Manchester derby is happening. i suppose it depends on just how much we get done at the farm today. my back isn't feeling great from moving some shit this morning, so this could get interesting in a few hours.

the weather looks great outside. hopefully i'll actually get to enjoy it.

raise a glass for the weekend and i do hope it never gets empty.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...


Alabama Shakes - Don't Wanna Fight
The National - Sunshine on My Back
Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Algiers - Blood
Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best

"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand

and your pro wrestling video of the day:

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