so i got up this morning begrudgingly. i was so damn warm in my bed and i believe i was having a dream about an old girlfriend cheating on her husband with me. i went downstairs and got settled in for the Manchester United game. no Rooney today because of a suspension but much to my surprise, RVP made his return.
yet another game where United hit the goal post and had a goal called back for being offside (correct call). and yet another game where Manchester United has ruined my fucking day. a 1-0 loss at HOME to Newcastle United for the first time in 41 years. fuck me. it appears now that Moyes is simply grasping at straws trying to find the right lineup. i wouldn't be surprised if they are 15 points out of first by the end of the weekend. i'm not sure if the 99 team could have come back from that deficit. and yes, it may seem like i have given up hope, but i haven't. i learned a long time ago that sometimes sports gives you a giant shit sandwich. if you love the good times you have no choice but to take a fucking bite and swallow it.
i was pretty happy last night when i saw that the Yankees signed Carlos Beltran. as long as he can stay healthy i think he will definitely help make up for some of the production that has left. now, sign some fucking pitchers already.
after i get done with this post i'm going to type up the 10 poems i wrote yesterday. i figure it would be better to do that than just fucking be miserable for the rest of the day.
my evening will be pretty tricky. roughly around the same time, the New York Rangers will be at home against the Devils. the #25 Dayton Flyers will be on the road against Illinois St., hopefully avenging the loss last year to them. and Ohio State will be playing Michigan St. for the BIG 10 Championship and the right to go to the National Championship. there will be plenty of channel flipping and i might have to have the radio on in the background. mom's tablet will be getting a workout this evening.
so, hopefully full of victory beers, i'll be watching a new episode of Saturday Night Live. it should be a good one. and a new episode of ROH if i am somehow still awake.
my afternoon will be plenty of college sports, mostly football i imagine. i was able to get the walks cleaned off this morning so i don't have to worry about those for the rest of the day. we really only got about 4 inches of snow. we have a few drifts over 6 inches. and of course, i have to go through those to get to the cats. i am a bit worried as i haven't seen my cat A Boy Named Sue in the last few days. it's not a shock when she goes missing but it is a shock when she doesn't show up before or after we have a storm. we've got another one coming tomorrow so hopefully she'll show up then.
mom was able to make it out to get to the post office and whatnot. hopefully the roads aren't too bad around here. and hopefully her new sunglasses work correctly as it is one bright ass day so far out here.
i'll be back on here in the morning tomorrow unless something i just need to fucking babble about happens this evening. then it might be one of my infamous 3 in the morning drunk posts. those are always fun.
hope your weekend started off better than mine. be safe, be warm, and be on the lookout for mail from me.
music:
Metallica - Ride The Lightning
Korn - Issues
Slayer - Seasons In The Abyss
"I'd rather have a free bottle in front of me than a prefrontal lobotomy." - Tom Waits
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