Month: May 2009

Sucky suck suck

Well, last night sucked royally. Three professional sports teams, three spectacular losses and I know exactly what was the cause for such profound failure. All complaints may be addressed to my boyfriend because he did the UNTHINKABLE yesterday. While out picking up a few things at the store, he noticed a very nice sweatshirt in a bargain bin and he just couldn’t resist the ridiculous price ($3). The only problem – it’s not just any sweatshirt, it’s a Super Bowl *gasp* 42 sweatshirt.

He purchased a sweatshirt which is commemorating the worst night of my sports-loving life. AND HE BROUGHT IT INTO MY HOUSE! INTO MY BEDROOM! Do you know how much bad sports karma he unleashed?! (Because we all know my apartment is the epicenter of the universe so what is brought into it must have a drastic effect upon sporting events.) By the way, are there any New York Giants fans out there who would like a brand-new Super Bowl 42 sweatshirt? $50 or best offer. 😉

The Celtics and Red Sox losses are easier to handle but that Bruins loss in overtime sucked the life out of me. Tim Thomas was making acrobatic saves, jumping all over the place and a stupid, little bleepy got past him. That’s how it always happens. I think it’d be easier to handle if he hadn’t played the game of his life and if the goal was an impressive shot from anyone other than that ugly muck Walker.

Nothing to me will ever, EVER feel worse than how I felt on that fateful evening in February of 2008 – but last night was close and I feel for the diehard Bruins fans today. In time, Bruins fans, that pain will go away. It won’t be forgotten though. Not a day goes by when I don’t think to myself, “Gee golly (because that’s how I talk to myself in my head), if only Adalius Thomas would have just grabbed Eli. If only Asante could hold that ONE FUCKING INTERCEPTION!!! If only Rodney Harrison… Oh fuck this, I’m going to sleep.”

How ’bout dem Bruins?

Bruins force a Game 7 with Carolina.

It’s exciting to care about hockey again. It reminds me of how much I missed it. There was a time, you know, when my family was all about hockey. Not so much the Bruins but hockey in general.

My cousin played in college, leading his team to the Div. 3 NCAA Frozen Four in Wisconsin. We were there but I’ll save the story of how the people in Wisconsin were astonishingly rude to us for another day. And you thought Massholes were bad…. as if.

Play ball

It’s springtime which means it’s also time for my boyfriend to nervously pace back and forth as his kid plays first base for his little league team.

little league

I think the boyfriend’s kid really likes his team this year, much more than he did last year, which is actually the most important part. And he gets to play for the Red Sox and as luck would have it (and by requesting a size medium t-shirt) he was awarded the coveted #9.

We finally had a chance to attend a game last Friday night and the evening was not without drama. First, the opposing pitcher got hit in the face with a ball. Fortunately for him, it was a ball thrown from his catcher and not a line drive off a bat but it was a scary moment nonetheless. The kid was a tough little guy, too, because he refused to leave the mound.

Then there were a few in-the-park home runs. Defensive ability isn’t exactly a strong point in little league play.

Finally, with the Red Sox down 16-15 in the bottom of the sixth, boyfriend’s kid hit the game-tying RBI with two on base. A questionable phantom tag later and the game ended with a 16-16 tie, or as we say a 16-16 victory for the little Sox. We know who the “real” winner was.

For his efforts, boyfriend’s kid was awarded a Happy Meal from McDonald’s. Well, technically we were going to get him a Happy Meal until he freaked out about us treating him like a child, gave us a 15-minute rant about how he’s not a baby and is too big for a “gay” Happy Meal and how he wanted a Big ‘N Tasty meal instead. With a chocolate shake, of course.

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