yesterday was one of those days where i'm truly happy i'm a poet. i'm well adjusted enough that when shit goes sideways, i know how to swallow my anger and vent it in a somewhat productive way.
when mom and i got to the basketball game yesterday, we got a program and went to find our seats. mom believed the seats were in the back row two sections over from where we normally sit. well, it was in the back row all right. the row that was nothing but chairs meant to be moved for wheelchairs. just fucking lovely. about two minutes into sitting there mom looked over at me and said this is going to kill your back isn't it? i said yeah, but i'm sure i'll be able to channel that pain somewhere. it was at that time i had learned Manchester United had got knocked out of the Champions League by Sevilla. to say i was seething would be an understatement.
mom said next time she'll let me handle the tickets. i agreed, considering this is two straight years she has managed to fuck something up. i guess it's getting to that point where i have to be the asshole son.
the First Four games were pretty good last night. Radford defeated LIU Brooklyn 71-61.that was their first win in tournament history. our seats were behind the Radford section. that had a good number of fans rooting for them. they had a player from Cincinnati on their roster, so i think that helped. in the second game, the Dayton fans kept their word and made Saint Bonaventure feel at home. and it worked. Saint Bonaventure defeated UCLA 65-58. that was their first win in the tournament since 1970. we got out of the parking lot right around midnight. joy.
we went to Waffle House after the game. that's basically the only thing that is open in Brookville at that hour. unless we wanted to eat gas station food. our waitress at Waffle House was in a pissy mood and the cook was new. these are the nights the world should he happy i don't carry a fucking gun with me.
once we got home, i started watching everything that recorded. thankfully, all of it did record, even though the snow fucked with the recording of Vice News Tonight.
oh, to top off everything, about 3 minutes after i got home i found out that Stephen Hawking died. to the man that actually got me interested in science after all the teachers in my life had failed, thank you.
The Voice was pretty good last night. the blind auditions are now over. now the fun truly begins.
Smackdown was much better last night. i did enjoy the Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn brutal beatdown of Shane McMahon.
205 Live was excellent last night. Cedric Alexander vs. Roderick Strong was very good.
Baskets was pretty funny last night.
Hate Thy Neighbor was all about feminism last night. a very interesting show to watch bleary eyed at 5 in the morning.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight and The X-Files. i'll watch NXT sometime tonight on WWE Network.
the New York Rangers play tonight at home against Pittsburgh. the Rangers are starting their backup goalie again. this makes me pretty happy. they might as well see what the kids can do before they have to start making decisions in the summer.
the First Four games tonight are:
NC Central vs. Texas Southern
Arizona State vs. Syracuse
mom will be happy as at least we know there will be good bands at the game. my penis did enjoy the fact that UCLA brought their cheerleaders and dance team last night.
i figure i'll be on here sometime in the afternoon tomorrow. i'm going to go stretch out and hopefully take a giant shit.
hope you enjoy the visual.
cuando veo las estrellas, entiendo lo insignificante que realmente somos
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:
Bishop Briggs - River
Cowboy Junkies - Powderfinger
The Rolling Stones - Happy
R.E.M. - Nightswimming
"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination." - Albert Einstein
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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