so, i got up this morning really hoping Manchester United was going to play good today. when Mason Greenwood put them up 1-0, i was happy. when Leicester scored because of a Harry Maguire fuck up, i wasn't happy. soon, 1-1 became 2-1 for Leicester and i decided to remain calm. Marcus Rashford scored to make it 2-2. i figured now they can find the winner out there. well, one team certainly did. 15 fucking seconds after Rashford scored, Leicester scored again to make it 3-2. when they scored near the death to make it 4-2, i simply turned the fucking tv off. i went into my bathroom, started to shave and then took a shower. i'm hoping whatever fucking bad mojo that is clinging to me is off now. at least Paul Pogba said it best in the post game interviews, they deserved to lose today. i'm hoping they will play better on Wednesday in the Champions League, but i'm not insane. at least, not yet.
Saturday, October 16, 2021
i believe i have found the definition of insanity...
Saturday, October 9, 2021
a foggy Saturday morning...
i'm running on 3 hours of sleep at the moment. this is when i wish i loved coffee enough that i would drink it by the gallon. of course, this is further proving my belief, life is just a series of naps.
Smackdown and 205 Live were both pretty good last night.
Friday, October 8, 2021
and here comes the rain...
before i get into trying to sleep when it is raining, a little poetry news to pass on...
i sent out 13 poems this morning. 3 to Cajun Mutt Press; 5 each to Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication) and Horror Sleaze Trash (1 published, so far). when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.
so, right as i was trying to fall asleep last night, we had some thunderstorms roll through. i eventually fell asleep at 3. i woke feeling refreshed, like 3 or 4 hours had gone by. it was 4 in the morning. that was basically how my night went until 7 or so this morning. and then of course, i got some ice this afternoon and took a 3 hour nap in my massage chair. good times.
the USMNT defeated Jamaica last night, 2-0. Ricardo Pepi scored both goals in the second half. they are now in first place in Cocacaf for World Cup qualifying. next match is at Panama on Sunday.
Saturday, October 2, 2021
so i woke up early for this?...
i was up a little after 6 this morning. i wanted to get everything done before the Manchester United game started. i was a little surprised when i saw my mother sleeping in the living room. she said there was a spider in her bed. of course, she doesn't know if it was real or imagined. welcome to my life. i got the coffee on, went through my emails and had breakfast. United started off on the front foot and it was clear Everton was simply going to defend and counter attack. United was up 1-0 at halftime. and then of course, United got sloppy in the second half and gave up the tying goal. a 1-1 draw with an Everton side that wasn't at full strength at home is unacceptable. and to think they could have gone top of the league if they had won. i hope Ole knows the clock is ticking on his job at the club. i can't imagine they brought back CR7 to not win shit.
Friday, October 1, 2021
i couldn't start October better than this...
so, i was going through my emails this morning and saw one from John at The Rye Whiskey Review. he emailed me to let me know he has nominated my poem "under a cherry moon" for Best of the Net. i believe this is the third time i have been nominated in my 25 years as a published poet. if you are interested in reading that poem again, you can find it here:
http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2021/06/under-cherry-moon-by-jj-campbell.html
the Yankees came from behind last night and defeated Toronto, 6-2. that cuts the magic number down to 2. they have a 2 game lead over Boston and Seattle. Toronto is one game behind those teams. this should be a crazy fucking final weekend for baseball. the Yankees start a series tonight at home against Tampa. if they win tonight and Boston or Seattle lose, they are in the playoffs.
Saturday, September 25, 2021
hopefully not a sign of things to come...
so, after a quick 3 1/2 hours of sleep, i was up this morning to watch Manchester United play. just one of those fucking days where nothing could go right. and when that happens, i always worry about the old smash and grab victories from the away teams. sure enough, Aston Villa scored late to go up 1-0. it didn't help that United had to use two of their subs on defenders as Luke Shaw and Harry Maquire both got injured in the game. now comes the punch to the dick. United actually gets a penalty after Villa got caught with a handball in the box. and because this just has to be a day of shit, Bruno steps up and misses the pk. fuck me. so yeah, there's a 1-0 loss that could be the start of a shit week for United. good times.
Friday, September 24, 2021
hard to believe
30 years ago i remember buying Nevermind by Nirvana at the Salem Mall. hell, that mall doesn't even exist anymore. it was one of the albums that influenced me more than anything else in this world. and i happened to get it right as poetry was slowly taking over my life. i can remember the lyrics to those songs to this day. and i'm pretty sure Kurt Cobain influenced my writing just as much as Bukowski and Burroughs or Ginsberg did. so, today has been one of those nostalgia mind fucks and a sad reminder that Kurt isn't here to see this.
Saturday, September 18, 2021
here comes the weekend...
i didn't go to bed last night until i exhausted myself. of course, i was up 3 hours later. not good. so i got an ice pack and went to my massage chair. i turned on the Wolves vs. Brentford game and got another 2 hours of sleep. much better.
the Yankees won last night over Cleveland, 8-0. hopefully, there is more of that today.
Friday, September 17, 2021
got my flu shot today...
so, my A1C is up, which i kind of expected. i've been doing some stress eating here lately. now, my weight isn't up, so i have somehow pulled that off. i did get my flu shot today. the assistant that gave it to me stuck the shit out of me. i want to believe she was attracted to me, but that is probably just wishful thinking. now, the woman at the front desk that said i looked like a movie star, i'm pretty sure that was more than just being nice. after all of that, i had to go to Kroger to pick up my pills and my mother's eye drops. thank fucking god i don't do my grocery shopping on Fridays anymore.
i got to the appointment early, so i stopped at the Rite Aid nearby and got a box of baseball cards. there was about $20 worth of cards in it. that made me happy.
Vice News Tonight had another great week of shows.
Saturday, September 11, 2021
how could we ever forget
hard to believe 20 years has gone by already. are we a better country now? in some ways, yes. did we give up too much of our personal freedom? yes. did we ever put a fucking dent in the war on terrorism? no. what pisses me off the most about this anniversary is the chance we had as a nation to truly come together and how it was pissed away by the pure fucking greed of the fucks in this country that get off on murder and war. i truly feel for everyone that lost a loved one on 9/11. no one deserves that pain. but seeing all these bullshit documentaries coming on and fudging the truth to the point where even a fucking imbecile can realize they are watching propaganda, who the fuck needs that bullshit, either? if you are going to be patriotic today, go right ahead. just don't be fucking blind.
Friday, September 10, 2021
the joy of back pain...
remember how i was going to have the blog done before my sister got down here, etc. etc... well, the joy of a bad back is when that happens, your day just turns to shit.
now, i did manage to get the poems out this morning. i sent out 11 poems; 3 each to Terror House Magazine and The Beatnik Cowboy; 5 poems to Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication). when i hear back from the other places, i will pass along the verdicts.
so, the Yankees got swept last night, losing yet again to the Toronto, 6-4. the Yankees now are clinging to a playoff spot by 1/2 game. they are on fucking life support. they start a series tonight at the Mets, and given what tomorrow is, it should an emotional roller coaster.