stress is trying to break me...

 before i get into how today went, let me rewind to when i was finishing the blog yesterday. that was when i got the news of Pete Rose dying. i have a ton of Pete Rose memorabilia, baseball cards, autographs, etc. needless to say, the news of his death was like a punch to my dick. growing up in this area and loving baseball, i think nearly every father told their kid to play like Charlie Hustle. one thing the death did was make me feel old. it also reminded me of how much my father liked him. and the asshole in me quickly wondered how much that 1964 Kahn's baseball card could now be worth. 

i did take mom to her appointment with her dermatologist today. she was going back to see if the spots they treated before were gone. her lip was fine, she had one spot on her head that she scratched at (as usual). then, the doctor started to look at mom's arms and hands. they froze 7 spots that she called pre-cancerous. as if i needed more fucking stress in my life.

we then went to Kroger. mom wanted to go in and pay for her own pills. she admitted to me that she doesn't have the money to pay me back. fun times.

Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.

The Voice was good last night.

i did watch a little of the NFL games last night.

the New York Rangers lost last night at New Jersey, 3-1. both teams play again tonight at MSG.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be NXT and Deadliest Catch.

the baseball playoffs started today.

a big thank you to everyone that checked out my latest published poems:

https://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-j-j-campbell-114/

i should be on here tomorrow after i get the grocery shopping done. i also need to go to the bank tomorrow.

until tomorrow kids...

fight the power.

fuck racism.

fuck hatred.

fuck war.

fuck the police.

black lives matter.

stay healthy.

wash your fucking hands.

stay off the fucking streets.

get the fucking shot.

El estrés está tratando de destruirme

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:

Stevie Nicks - The Lighthouse

Floor Cry - Happy Together

A Band Called Ma - Walker

Daniel Blake - Dreaming About It

The Kills - The Last Goodbye

"I'd walk through hell in a gasoline suit to play baseball." - Pete Rose

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

just one of those nights...

last night was one of the more bizarre sports nights i can remember. and it certainly didn't include the amount of alcohol i was hoping for...

for National Poetry Month, i give you:

let's start with the afternoon... Manchester United played much, MUCH better than i thought they were going to. in the second half, Marcus Rashford unleashed a beauty of a shot to give them the lead. they eventually went up 2-0 before West Ham woke up. at this point, i knew this game was going to be a nail biter. sure enough... West Ham scored to make it 2-1 but thankfully, United held on from there to get the unlikely win. this puts them in the semis of the FA Cup against Everton.

i had that victory beer right after the game, hoping there would be more. i hate when i am outed as a fucking fool.

the New York Yankees lost last night 7-2. the game was close at one point but the bullpen i raved about finally shit the bed. oh well. they are winning tonight as i'm typing this. if they hold on to win tonight it would be another series win. they play tomorrow night back at home against Seattle.

the New York Rangers dominated the first period but like most of the fucking season, they forgot to score. and then came the moment of the night where i could taste a little vomit in my mouth. Marc Staal somehow got his stick into the mask of The King and just happened to get him in the eye. in another bizarre twist, AV leaves him in the game. so, naturally, Pittsburgh scores like 30 seconds later or something like that. the backup goalie starts the second period. after another period of dominating but not scoring, enter Dan Girardi thinking he's actually still a good at his job. instead of getting the puck deep he tries to get it through 4 people and wouldn't you know it, the dumb fuck forgets Cindy Crosby is behind him. breakaway... 2-0 Penguins. at this point i was so fucking angry i stopped watching the game and put on Lucha Underground. it was a wise decision as the Rangers lost 5-2. thankfully, they don't play again until Saturday. that should give The King time to get better (please god) and for the rest of the team to pull their heads out of their asses.

Lucha Underground was great last night. i love the Trios matches. talk about a wonderful thing to watch.

NXT was really good as well last night. i could watch Nakamura do just about anything and be entertained.

i did watch Golden State set the record for NBA wins in the regular season last night. they do look like they know they have to win the title for the record to mean anything.

and i did watch Kobe Bryant's ridiculous final game last night. if you love Kobe, you'll talk about the 60 points he scored. if you hate Kobe (as you should), you'll laugh and remember that it took the fucker 50 shots to get those 60 points. any player worth a shit could do something like that with 50 fucking shots.

if i wasn't a Sacramento fan, i'd say you had a great career. but since i am, thank fucking god you are retiring. good riddance.

enjoy some music kids:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be WWE Smackdown and Lip Sync Battle.

mom and i both had prescriptions we had to pick up this afternoon. so after the trip to the grocery store, we went out to lunch. i decided i was going to be a good boy and got chicken with avocado on whole wheat. wasn't bad, though i probably shouldn't have had the fries. i think i know no matter what i do i'm going to be a diabetic. i lost the genetic lottery on that one.

mom has physical therapy tomorrow afternoon, so i don't know if i will do the blog before or after that. i do know i hope to write some poems while i'm down there. i'd like to get a submission or two out next week.

that's all for me kids. the sun was out again today. two days in a row. the world must be ending.

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:

Jimmy Eat World - The Middle
Andrew Bird - Capsized
Otis Redding - Cigarettes and Coffee
TLC - Red Light Special

"No matter how many times you say you're sorry, someone is not going to hear you." - Pete Rose

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

the summertime blues

i woke up this morning on my stomach. that means i was pretty much tossing and turning all night long. as soon as i sat up, i could feel my back was fucking pissed at all the tossing and turning. so, that pretty much has been my day. walking around like i'm in my 80's. these are the days where i wonder about the 8 year old me and his soothsayer like wisdom. i can still picture that tree in the backyard i grew up in. and right over there is the ladder and quite frankly, we're going to need much more rope for my fat ass these days. who knew one would have to lose weight to at least make a suicide possible. ah, memories.

the sun has been out most of the day and the humidity has been pleasant. so, of course i have spent all day inside searching for new music on NoiseTrade. you'll see the links to the 3 GREAT artists i found below in the music section.

i didn't watch much of the All-Star game last night. i am happy that the AL won. maybe if the Yankees can get hot in the second half, they will have home field advantage for the World Series at least. i was surprised that Pete Rose didn't get a longer ovation. maybe everyone is just fucking tired of it all by now. i know i am.

the shows last night went from pretty good to why the fuck am i watching this. more on all of this after a quick break:

WWE Tough Enough was mostly boring as hell last night. the after show on the WWE Network was much better. i figure who ever wins the show will never make it in the business. there are a few that might, as long as they don't win it all. that's the kiss of death. Deadliest Catch was excellent last night. Total Divas was ok. i'm more interested in the behind the scenes shit about Wrestlemania. Tyrant was great last night. the ending had a nice twist to it, which should really propel the show forward.

there was plenty of funny shit on last night. have a few laughs:

before i get to rambling about the pro wrestling i will be watching tonight, enjoy a little culture:

i pretty much know what is going to happen on Big Brother tonight. so, instead of watching that, i'll be watching NXT on the WWE Network. that has all the makings of being a great show. on the DVR will be ROH and Lucha Underground. all that should keep me pretty busy for most of the evening.

tomorrow i'm hoping to go to the bank and the post office. got some poems i need to mail out. that means i'll spend most of the morning sending poems out via email. hopefully my arthritis isn't too fucking bad tomorrow. i get the feeling there's only a certain number of times in my life i can find the pleasure in the pain. and i'm starting to believe i have less than a handful of times left. good times.

hope everyone is doing good. i'm swimming upstream in a river of loneliness and the water happens to taste like shit at the moment. enjoy that visual and have a great day.

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:

Ben Rogers - The Bloodred Yonder
Angelo Lovato - Angelo Lovato
Noah Smith - Live at The Southgate House Revival

"I wouldn't change a thing - except my bank balance." - Johnny Thunders

and your pro wrestling video of the day: