you ever get so angry you feel like you could kill...

i will be the first to admit that i take sports way too seriously. i'm a passionate fucker who wears all of his emotions on his sleeves. and considering that my sports career ended basically in high school, i expect the players on the teams i live and die with, to play their best at all times. so you can imagine my fucking frustration watching Manchester United play today.

they needed a win to put themselves in 4th place and give them a leg up on making the Champions League next season. so, of course, they show up late to the stadium once again, apparently playing in London is impossible for this team. they did the same shit at Tottenham. this time, the bus got pelted with bottles and whatnot. there was broken glass everywhere. as soon as i saw they pushed the start of the game back, i figured well, United has their excuse now when they lose. the boys started off timid as hell in the first half as West Ham come out on fire, which any dumb fuck could have seen coming given that this was the last match ever at their home since 1904. United was down 1-0 at halftime. thankfully, United actually showed some heart in the second half. they started out great, quickly drawing even at 1 with a goal from Anthony Martial. Martial struck again to give United the lead. now, with the lead on the road late, you have one fucking job to do. defend, be smart, waste time or be ballsy enough to score again. sadly, United did none of those things. West Ham scored twice to win the game 3-2. considering all 3 of the goals came from Daley Blind's mistakes, you can imagine what i wanted to do to that piece of shit after the game. i'm sure one of these days i'll have a heart attack during one of my tirades. i won't be lucky enough to die, just suffer. United basically has no fucking chance of finishing 4th now. i don't expect Manchester Shitty to give us another gift. i really want to get an email later tonight saying that LVG has been fired and Ryan Giggs will manage the last game of the season. the problem with that scenario is firing him while not having a chance to play in the Champions League next season means either you have to give the job to Giggs or you limit the attraction to the job to a lesser coach, kind of like what was hired in Moyes and LVG. and the shitty thing is, i can see United slipping off into the abyss like Liverpool if they keep fucking up like this.

what could have been a lovely night has now turned to absolute shit.

i did enjoy a few of the performances on The Voice last night. i have no clue who goes home tonight.

Gotham was fucking amazing last night. the last 20 minutes was great television. just 2 more episodes left in the season.

i thought Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. it should get even better when the injured guys start coming back.

the New York Yankees remembered how to hit home runs last night. they hit 5 of them in a 6-3 win over the Royals. Aroldis Chapman made his debut finally. he looked a little rusty but he still got the ball up to 101 mph. hopefully they will get another win tonight.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be The Voice and Deadliest Catch.

i think i will take the trash out later tonight. hopefully it won't be fucking raining. i strained my back over at my uncle's while doing his recyclables. good times.

i did listen to the latest episode of Sam & Cathy today. a very funny episode that helped pass the afternoon along.

give it a listen here: http://notsam.com/srshow/2016/5/9/sam-cathy-010-because-im-allergic

i'll be on here tomorrow after i get back from the post office. i want to get some poems out before my apathy takes over.

i hope everyone had a better day than me. i didn't set the bar too high.

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:

Slayer - Raining Blood
Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell
Metallica - Seek And Destroy (Live)
Pantera - Walk

"I think intelligence is totally subjective; it's like sexiness." - David Fincher

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

misery, continued

here it is, more than 24 hours later and i still can't keep anything in my stomach without racing to the bathroom within minutes. true fucking fun. was hoping this was just a 24 hour bug that i literally needed to shit out of my system. i suppose if it stays like this all weekend i'll be going to the hospital. good times.

the New York Rangers dug down deep last night and played their best game of the playoffs. a 5-1 win that was convincing and gave me hope that they can still win the series. game 6 is Sunday night at MSG. hopefully the power play (that ended an 0-36 skid last night) keeps clicking. if they can force a game 7, i like their chances as the Penguins struggle at home in game 7's.

the Yankees last night got another strong performance from Tanaka (now 5-0) to win 5-3. they play again tonight as CC takes the mound back in Milwaukee for the first time since he left i believe. that should be interesting.

also tonight i'll be watching Saturday Night Live, ROH, some playoff basketball and hockey, as long as i'm not spending the entire night on the toilet.

i did manage to type up 4 poems this afternoon. they are pretty good. that includes the one i wrote before i tried to get some more sleep. got nearly 2 hours. i believe it was more like passing out as it was just as the cold front was moving through and my back was in misery.

that's all for me. i'll be on here sometime tomorrow. probably after i have ruined mother's day with whatever the fuck i have going on inside of me. my sister will be annoyed beyond belief. that should be fun. probably mid-afternoon, after Manchester United's season has ended.

hope everyone is well. hope your weekend has started off MUCH better than mine. now back to your regularly scheduled programming.

peace...

music:

Eminem - The Marshall Mathers LP 2 (Deluxe Edition)
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Push The Sky Away

"I learn the most from making my own mistakes." - David Fincher