a good day to drink yourself blind

i nearly got everything i wanted last night at the First Four. both games were very competitive and came down to the closing minutes. what i didn't get was a Michigan loss. that would have made the night perfect considering the first 3 rows in the section next to me were the parents of the Michigan players. we had seats in the front row of our section. i don't mind them, especially since my eyes are right at ass level of most people walking by. that gives my imagination plenty to do. what fucking sucks is most people don't watch or give a shit that you might be sitting there. a lady, or better yet, a cunt that was a Michigan fan put her high heels right into my big toe. not a fucking i'm sorry or excuse me or anything. mom could tell i was still pissed after the game. she asked why didn't i say anything. i told her because i was going to kill the bitch. i for once would like to be rewarded for my restraint for not killing everyone on this fucking planet. thankfully, the toe wasn't broken. it will probably bruise nicely.

congrats to Holy Cross for their first win in the tournament since 1953. as for Michigan, please remember you are a football school and nothing more.

after Waffle House, i got home in time to watch the New York Rangers win at Anaheim, 2-1. thank you Kevin Klein for that victory beer. they play at Los Angeles tonight.

Lucha Underground was great last night. for me, it is the perfect alternative to WWE.

NXT was really good as well. i watched that this morning. i can't wait to see Sami Zayn take on Shinsuke Nakamura on WrestleMania weekend. that should be fucking amazing.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be WWE Smackdown and Baskets.

when Manchester United scored first today, i had hopes that they could pull off the miracle. when Liverpool got a goal right before halftime, i knew that this was going to become shit from my nightmares. i'm not sure if LVG truly understands the embarrassment he should feel for getting knocked out of the Europa League by Liverpool. you know, just your biggest fucking rival, that's all. what killed me even more, when the asshole knew we needed goals, that clueless dipshit was bringing on defenders. if he had a decent bone in his body, he'd resign tonight. or better, kill himself. of course, his ego will keep him above it all, fucking asshole. to put the final nail in the coffin for this season, Manchester United next plays at Manchester City. fuck me.

so, as you might imagine, this isn't one of my favorite St. Patrick's Days. everything tends to taste like shit at the moment.

as for my brackets, i've already lost one sweet sixteen team, so it's basically like every year around this time.

i typed up the 6 poems i wrote the other day this afternoon. i think a couple of them are really good.

the Dayton Flyers play tomorrow against Syracuse. i'll probably get to watch most of the first half before i have to take mom to another physical therapy appointment. god willing, they will be winning while i'm not watching. it won't be an easy game, i know that for sure.

i'll be on here sometime in the afternoon, hopefully happier than i can believe. i really don't care how Dayton wins, it's March, survive and advance.

that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a better day than i did.

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...

music:

The Pogues - The Very Best Of The Pogues

"I do get cynical, but what can you do? It doesn't make any difference." - Kurt Russell

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day: