I’d like to say I watched the entire Red Sox game last night, from first pitch to last, but that would be a big, fat, giant, stinking lie. I was fortunate enough that Monday Night Football went to a commercial just in time to catch the bottom of the ninth inning last night when the Red Sox finished off the Angels. Call me a bad Bostonian but most of what I did catch was only during commercial breaks from the Minnesota-New Orleans game on ESPN.

And that’s where I stand, a football-freak lost in a baseball city. I need the bruising hits, the intricate strategy of an offense, the intensity of a defense, the non-stop, heart-pounding, make me say, “Holy Crap!” moments that football gives me over and over and over.

Case in point… Sunday night, during a commercial break in the Pittsburgh-Jacksonville game, I turned over to TBS to see how the Red Sox were doing. David Ortiz was at bat, I don’t remember the inning. I watched a couple pitches and switched back. I watched a possession change, a few intense first downs and then a punt. Switched it back to the Red Sox game and, low and behold, David Ortiz was still at bat.

And I think it’s clearly apparent that Boston is still, and always will be, a baseball city. The majority can feign interest (and celebrate Super Bowls) in the Patriots during the winter, but the way the crowd is at Gillette (silent), the way they’ll turn on the Pats at even the most remote indication of trouble… there’s just not the ardent support that the Red Sox enjoy. I’m not complaining about it, I’m just making note. It’s all about personal preference, I guess.

My preference just happens to be football. This time of year, I soak in each game because there are so few of them. And this season seems to be more exciting than any I can remember. What was that whole “parity” thing again? Every single game I have watched has been exciting (except for *cough cough* Miami-New England *cough cough*). Washington vs. Dallas, Dallas vs. Philly, Philly vs. Pittsburgh, Pittsburgh vs. Jacksonville, Jacksonville vs. Indy.

At least the ALCS, for the most part, won’t conflict with football.

It’s official… I hate everybody at school. Well, not everybody. I’m not that miserable. Just certain people.

For example, I will never understand why one thinks it’s funny/cool/totally awesome to brag about not buying the course textbook when it’s already three weeks into the semester. Never fail, in ten years of college, there is always at least one jamoke in my class who brags about either a) not having bought the book deep into the semester or b) having bought the book but not even taken the plastic wrap off it yet – thus declaring to all that he (‘cuz it’s always a he) does not study.

I’ve been out of high school too long to remember if this actually attracted girls then but I can’t see how it is even remotely funny in college. In fact, I’ll even say it is sad. It’s sad that someone would waste his time going to a class he clearly (pretends?) doesn’t give a rat’s ass about. It’s sad that this sack of shit is taking up a spot in class when someone who genuinely wanted OR NEEDED to be there couldn’t get in. It’s sad that mommy and daddy, OR WORSE, the taxpayer (if he gets financial aid) is paying for tuition when said jamoke thinks it’s all one big fucking joke. And if tuition is coming out of his own pocket, then that’s really fucking sad.

Sometimes, it’s no surprise to me that our country is turning into a shithole. The amount of shitheads here is staggering.