First I decide to take a little me time today, and watch some Sunday sports. I got three games to watch on t.v. as my three favorite teams are playing. The Seattle Mariners, The Seattle Seahawks, and of course the bane to my existance, the Oakland Raiders.
In the span of about 40 minutes I get to click from channel to channel to channel to watch my Mariners get the crap kicked out of them. (nothing new, they've lost more games than they've played in the last month, which defies mathematics.) Then the Seahawks lose to the freaking Arizona Cardinals on a last second field goal.
Then the cherry on my crap hole sports sundae....
The Raiders snatch a loss from the jaws of victory. Final in overtime Denver..(I HATE the effing Broncos!!!! ) 23....My Raiders...20.
3 games, 3 losses...40 minutes.
I bet if I watched a porn right now the leading lady would have a headache.
ARGH!!!!
Sometimes I envy those guys that don't like sports. You know those guys? They think pigskin is only meant for sandals. They actually go shopping on Sunday in the fall...AND LIKE IT!!!!
Those guys have it made on days like today. No pain, no frustration, no reason to write a blog about how disgusted they are with sports.
But then again...if i had to choose.
I'd choose this path of sports fan.
Sure, when my team(s) lose, I want to puke, then throw that puke at some more puke, then kick that second hand pile of puke onto a bucket of puke that is overflowing with puke from the previous Sunday...
But when my team win(s)...I want to kiss babies, smell flowers, small baby flowers...sign to the mountain tops...MY TEAM IS THE GREATEST TEAM IN ALL THE LAND!!!!
But just not today. Today I am throwing puke. Until next Sunday...when I take that chance, and go for another ride on the sports fan merry-go-round.
I only hope that next Sunday...the merry-go-round doesn't make me puke.
Maybe shopping at the mall isn't that bad?
Nahhhhhh.