the i'm really pissed off for no reason blog post

i tried to watch some boxing tonight, mostly because Gus Johnson was calling it. Gus is one of my favorite broadcasters of all time. he could make reading the phone book interesting. though, he couldn't keep me from falling asleep. but, i did see something i don't i had ever seen before. a boxer with a farmer's tan. and he wasn't even white. man, how far that sport has fallen. so sad.

saw the Yankees lost tonight. not that i actually saw the game. thanks to FOX/MLB's bullshit blackout rules. way to make sure the sport continues to grow in this country. stupid fucks. as for the post game highlights i saw, same shit different day. can't get big hits. can't hit with runners in scoring position. can't win when they don't hit home runs. fuck, i'm stuck watching the Yankees of my youth all over again. fuck me runnin'.

was nice to see Fatso and the Devils lost in overtime again to the Kings. half way to watching that fucker cry again. i'm so happy my dick is almost hard. would be nice to see Quick and Richards win it all though. they've brought me some fantasy hockey championships over the years.

a little NASCAR tomorrow, flip to see if the Yankees can slap Verlander around again (i'm not holding my breath) and then the big decision. Sunday night programming on Showtime and HBO or the Heat vs. Celtics. thank god only the last 5 minutes of a NBA game is must see.

and now a quote to bid all of you a fond farewell

"Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret." - Ambrose Bierce

the aftermath and then some random bullshit

so after a night of shit sleep if you can call it sleep at all (more like what if Cally wouldn't of hit the post, what if Fatso wouldn't have stopped Richards, what if we had a power play that could score, etc, etc.) and then some bizarre dream of me in high school but being cool and confident, there really was only one thing to listen to this morning.

John Lee Hooker - The Best of Friends
Son House - The Original Delta Blues

the playoff beard is now some funky goatee. my hair is back to permanent bed head. somehow the sun did come up. and man, it's fucking hot. if anyone has any rain to send my way, please do so. crops were planted 2 weeks ago or more and it hasn't rained a drop. if this keeps up... well, you can imagine the bitching and whining coming.

is it a coincidence that i took all my Yankees out of my fantasy baseball lineups and they now have won 4 games in a row. i think not. they won't be coming back on my teams anytime soon.

congrats to the University of Dayton baseball team on their first A10 championship and their first trip to the NCAA tournament.

nice win by team USA tonight over Scotland. didn't know the team had 5 goals in them. very nice.

looking forward to watching Kevin Steen and Davey Richards tonight on ROH. oh yes, i've been a fan of pro wrestling for over 30 years. so don't be shocked when i write about it. i've earned the sophisticated white trash label, it's not a gimmick for me.

so, i guess, all in all, while the loss still burns me and makes me feel numb and wish to die, it's not the end of the world. there's always next year, as i've said each year since 1994. one day, hopefully.

and to end this post out, a quote from one of my favorites

"After the first blush of sin comes its indifference." - Henry David Thoreau

50 shades of what the fuck was that

this wasn't how it was supposed to end. of course, sports is a mother fucker that way. with disgust i tip my hat to my NJ friends, now go lose to the Kings so i can watch old Fatso cry like a bitch again.

this is a big plate of fucking suck. once again the cock tease Rangers fall behind to only tie the game at 2. then, as the hockey gods smirk in the corner, lose in overtime. talk about a shit way to end the season.

goodbye to my playoff beard. goodbye to whomever Slats is going to ship out in desperation to win next year. goodbye to the assistant coach who is more than 90% likely to be the next coach in Calgary. goodbye to me wearing a Ranger t-shirt every game day for the last 2 months.

and hello to baseball.

this is a loss that will stick with me for years. but as long as the Devils don't win the cup, so be it. plus, watching Carter and Richards win it would make all the fuckers in Philly cringe beyond belief. i might have to watch the finals after all.

hopefully the Yankees will put some life back in me, but, honestly, my memorial day weekend has officially gone to shit.

no fancy quote to end this post, just only what i mumble to myself whenever something doesn't go my way

fuck me runnin'