Sunday, October 17, 2004
baseball and football....
Suprisingly enough, this is a time of hope. I know the Red Sox are down 3-0 to the MFY's, but summer has turned to fall, and the men of New England now seem to be wearing a flying elvis logo over shoulder pads. I didn't see it until this morning, but hope springs eternal. In New England, the mighty Patriots play second fiddle to the Red Sox. (This might also explain the lack of pressure in Foxboro these days...) But as the Red Sox swoon, we change our tune. The Patriots play a lot of big games, just like the Red Sox. Unlike the Red Sox, they seem to rise to the occasion each time. They are an amazing team, something that cannot be said for the Red Sox. The list of standout plays by this team since week 3 of the 2001 season is too long to list. First and goal, on the road, with the games best offense with four plays to win the game? We stopped them cold. WIllie Mcginest, your moment to shine. A blizzard right through a divisional homegame with first place in the conference on the line? Bruschi slides into the endzone and the Patriots win again. Who remember David Patten getting knocked out on the sideline with a live ball barely grazing his foot, saving a possesion and the game? How about Vrabel in SB XXXVI, flying towards Warner the Alien, forcing the throw Ty Law would bring to the house. I won't even go into to detail about Adam Vinatieri, or Troy Brown, or departed friend Antowain Smith, or Asante Samuel cracking recievers again and again. No, the New England Patriots are built to win, regardless of excuses, injuries, or anything else. Today, they will play Seattle, in a game I really want badly. As anyone who reads this knows, I have a few problems with that town, and some of its residents. At any rate, fuck Seattle, fuck Washington State, and FUCK THE SEAHAWKS. They are coming to our house, and they think they are gonna win....
What else is there to say? Oh yeah...I FINISHED MY FIRST SHORT STORY!!!!! It was awesome, and there were celebratory bingers. Can't ask for anything more... And eat at Gumby's, my new place of bid'ness. That's right, I am now in the food service industry, making dough and sauce. So now, come by and enjoy a fine pizza. (It's so nice to have a diversionary purpose again. One might be tempted to think I rule again, after some times of being ruled. So, to recap, hooray for writing, hooray for school, hooray for working and free pizza for me, and hooray for drugs to celebrate with. Things are settling down again at the old ranch after what might be properly interpreted as a temporary period of transition. While the erotic dance of the five knuckle shuffle continues, I think I can deal better with that than by chasing tail right now. Besides, that's an expensive hobby, both in terms of finances and energy and emotions. Besides, there is ALWAYS Ellen Cherry Charles to dream about. I happen to know she gave up on Boomer and is living free and easy somewhere. She's probobly got a little studio apartment and view of the sea. Someday she'll be mine.
Well, time to prepare for work. You know what that means. I won't be making your pizza without a little help from my friends. (That's another post for later today...) Hope y'all feel as good as I do, and no matter what happens tonight, MFY's suck. Let's go Pats, this day is OURS!!
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What else is there to say? Oh yeah...I FINISHED MY FIRST SHORT STORY!!!!! It was awesome, and there were celebratory bingers. Can't ask for anything more... And eat at Gumby's, my new place of bid'ness. That's right, I am now in the food service industry, making dough and sauce. So now, come by and enjoy a fine pizza. (It's so nice to have a diversionary purpose again. One might be tempted to think I rule again, after some times of being ruled. So, to recap, hooray for writing, hooray for school, hooray for working and free pizza for me, and hooray for drugs to celebrate with. Things are settling down again at the old ranch after what might be properly interpreted as a temporary period of transition. While the erotic dance of the five knuckle shuffle continues, I think I can deal better with that than by chasing tail right now. Besides, that's an expensive hobby, both in terms of finances and energy and emotions. Besides, there is ALWAYS Ellen Cherry Charles to dream about. I happen to know she gave up on Boomer and is living free and easy somewhere. She's probobly got a little studio apartment and view of the sea. Someday she'll be mine.
Well, time to prepare for work. You know what that means. I won't be making your pizza without a little help from my friends. (That's another post for later today...) Hope y'all feel as good as I do, and no matter what happens tonight, MFY's suck. Let's go Pats, this day is OURS!!
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