Twelve Step Sports Addict

Another day in paradise here is Illinois as I spent the day job hunting, working out and watching sports. I found that exercising is a great way to keep my mind off stress and since I think I have a pretty self destructive personality, working out so hard that I hurt, satisfies that need and helps keep me sober. It is actually hard for me to sit in a chair and type today as everything from my neck to my abs to my legs are burning from the two sets of workouts I did today. I think back to about 8 months ago when I couldn’t even walk up a flight of stairs without chest pain, sore legs, and my sweat smelling like baked bread from the yeast leaking out of my pours from the brain deadening amount of booze I had consumed from the night before. I was hill running today, and since I also have an addictive personality, I totally over extend my workouts, but at least that is much healthier than drowning a few billion bane cells….oh yeah, B R A I N. Got it, guess some are a little slower coming back. So far it looks like the Padres are going to win the world series. An NL team winning….poor Cubs, must be hard to fathom, losers. Don’t worry, there is alway next year….But I am happy because as I have stated before, I can’t stand Tampa Bay and their expansion team. Hopefully Joe Maddon will go back to teaching 9th grade chemistry and Evan Longoria will go back in drag and star in Desperate Housewives. Him and Tony Parker make a great looking couple, don’t they. : ). I found myself watching the Bulls season opener and they looked sort of good. Derrick Rose looks like he will be a showstopper once he gets settled in, but I think the Bulls aren’t going to go anywhere other than a first round playoff loss.

That doesn’t stop my disgust with watching basketball these days. I played basketball all through junior high and high school and I swear that was much more exciting than watching the NBA. It is so slow and boring, foul filled and selfish. I used to be a huge Larry Bird fan, and I would love to see basketball like I used to see in highlights of team play and hustle. I mean, some dude runs five feet for a ball, and the announcers give him accolades like he’s Pete Rose sliding headfirst into third. I guess everything is watered down these days, from pansies like Brian Urlacher getting plowed by offensive tackles, to 90% of NBA players not being able to hit a 15 foot jumper, to Alfonso Soriano, well, just being a bitch. That is why I still like boxing and MMA, at least those guys look like they’ve been in a sporting event when it is over. I can’t find myself getting into bball too much, but I will watch the Bulls just hoping Vinnie Del Negro has a good first year. Bears have Detroit this week who they should beat like a red headed step child and then the Titans, which will be a huge test for them. I am looking forward to it. I just hope someone told Brian Urlacher where his last hoodrat girlfriend hit is scrotum, and he comes to play the next two weeks.

In between sending out another 100 or so applications for employment, I was able to watch SportsCenter for the 10 millionth time and got to see replay after replay of Mike Singletary rip his tight end for being selfish during a game. Again, as before, I applaud Samurai Mike for kicking some primadonna ass, but then the discussion got into how tough Mike is as a former Bear linebacker. The Chicago Bears have always been known for great running backs, retarded talentless quarterbacks, and good defense. As any student of football will tell you, a good defense starts with great linebackers. Mike Singletary was no doubt an amazing linebacker and played on one of the best defenses of all time in 1985. The whole team was amazing from Samurai, Dent, Marshall, Wilson, Fencik, and the newly studdering radio host Dan Hampton. I was too young to enjoy those Bear days, but NFL films does a great job of replaying the Chicago heydays. Then it goes back to 1965 when the Bear of all Bears Dick Butkus played ball. For those who say the game was slower then and people weren’t as big, I give you a big no Sh**. Of course people were slower back then, and smaller, and most players had to work other jobs just to make enough to support their families. If Butkus and Sayers had today’s technology, salaries and training, they would no doubt be the best ever, no question in my mind. That brings me to my most overrated Bear player. Brian Urlacher. Yes people, I said Urlacher. I have been watching him play for years now and I have never been impressed. Yes, I know I am at a computer writing and he plays in the NFL, but I am allowed to have my opinion. Baldy doesn’t hold a candle to Samurai Mike or Butkus and he never will. First of all, I actually met him when he made an appearance at my work, and he was an ass. Yes, I am sure many athletes are, but I have also met very nice ones, Juan Uribe and Brian Anderson from the White Sox being the absolute top of that list. Urlacher not only showed his true colors by being a total jerk to the media last year when sportswriters stopped kissing his ass for once, but he is also a highlight film of how to be trucked by offensive linemen. Sure, Mr. Receding Hairline (I hide it by shaving my head) Urlacher is fast, he played safety in college, but last I checked, a middle linebacker has to fill holes and take on those blocks. He makes offense linemen these days look like Anthony Munoz as he gets pancaked time and time again and if he is lucky, makes the tackle 15 yards down field. He is also the last to jump on a pile. Nice Old Spice commercial Brian, act all tough. Let’s see the last game when that guard made you hit bitch on national TV. Now that Mr. Urlacher has lost a step, he is pretty useless as it seems this year. Sure, he might be injured, but who in the NFL isn’t injured?? For all you women out these who worship the ground he walks on?? Cool, just be prepared to have kids, since baldy doesn’t seem to like to use contraceptives and then denies his seed is his kid. Class act there huh? Also been seen hanging around with Paris Hilton, there is a girl you want to bring home to momma. When you get babymaker Urlacher and Internet movie star Hilton together, if they had a kid, somehow I think that offspring would be related to everyone in the United States if you played the 5 steps of separation game. But Urlacher, watch Briggs play. He got his money, didn’t ask for a new contract after signing one, and is playing his ass off this season. Man, I wish I could rewrite contracts like baldy got to do. I wonder what leverage Urlacher has on the Bears that he got to opt out of his contract after one of his worst years, and then is playing like he has a bad case of siphlis. Oh wait, he actually might. Urlacher, quit being a crybaby, toughen up and instead of sleeping around with any crusty, beat up heiress you can find, watch some films of the 65 Bears. You might learn something.

I never realized how boring a Sunday can be during the football season when the Bears are not playing. I started out watching the Jets play long enough to see Favre throw a pick and then limp off the field. Then I got to watch the Giants beat the Steelers. First of all, whoever picked the Steelers new colors needs to get their head examined. I really hope those are just throw back jerseys because they look like a European football league team with that yellow and black. If that is their new colors, they should disband the team, they are just that ugly. Eli Manning is always fun to watch because I just love rooting against him. How that Manning brother ever won a Super Bowl I will never understand. I really don’t know what to make of him other than being a spoiled brat. For those of you who don’t remember when he came out of college he balked at whatever team drafted him and demanded to be traded. He looks like a nerd that is yet to ever make out with a girl other than his sister, but usually guys like that are smart. Eli always has a look on his face like he doesn’t remember what just happened at any given moment. I wish I could see inside his head and watch the gerbil running around on the wheel in that yokel’s head. But he is an NFL quarterback, so he must have some brain power. He also won today’s game. Looks like Eli will get to go home, pop open a jug of XXXX moonshine and shoot critters to celebrate his win and march to another improbable Super Bowl. I also got to see interim coach Mike Singletary rip his tight end for slapping another player today. He sent this retard to the showers and then blew up in the post game. Way to go Samurai, kick some ass. That is the only way you are going to get respect in the NFL as a coach. He probably sent him to the showers to try and think about how stupid it is to slap someone wearing a football helmet, but that never stops anyone.

That was it for my Sunday, and I am spending it also fighting a cold that caught in the arctic cold of Joliet watching a D2 football game yesterday. I also got to watch one of my new favorite shows on HBO, True Blood. For anyone that hasn’t seen it, it is worth trying out. Pretty interesting story. Although I will never get into Vampires as much as some of those people that role play it and try to be them, I always like the original book and find the mythology sort of interesting. If all else fails, I can always watch old ER reruns. ML

Today was a great day as I got to spend it with my brother and we got to travel to Joliet to watch a good division 2 football game. My brother played for that college couple years back and he got to see some of his old friends. It was fun for me, especially spending some time with my brother who I don’t get to see all that often anymore, but it also let me do a lot of thinking. Seeing my bro with all his friends kind of made me sad that I didn’t stay in college and have that experience. I basically pissed my college time away because I was not mature enough to understand what a great opportunity that I had. It’s funny as I get older, I start feeling a lot of regret. I also regretted not seeing more of my brother’s games when he was in college. He is physical specimen and was even more when he played. Watching a bunch of guys I never met, and cheering for a school I didn’t even go to was alright, but I am regretting a lot of that time I wasted while he was in school taking care of things and people that ended up not really being in my best interests in the end. It’s hard as a recoverying alcoholic not to be overwhelmed with tons of regret. Everyday i think about things and how I could have done it differently. But at least now, I am having the opportunity to start my life over again. I need to be careful not to live in regret, but use those experiences to avoid certain situations and pitfalls. I have experienced a lot in my short time on this earth and a lot of it, I am not proud of. In order not to scare any family that may or may not know that much about me, I am not going to disclose some of the experiences, but it has made me so much stronger as a person. The funny thing about addiction is the expectation of perfection. An addict is far from perfect. I have relasped since I quit drinking. Thankfully, nothing was too bad or damaging and always limited to a day and not a binge like I used to go on. I used to always feel bad thinking about it, but then i remembered how hard addiction is to handle. If beating an addiction was easy and wasn’t full of struggles, then everyone would be able to do it and the world would have a lot less prisoners, homeless, and poor. For any of you out there having trouble quiting anything, don’t stop trying. There will be bumps in the road, all you can do is keep going forward. Don’t live in regret, take that time and energy and plan your future. ML

I’m watching Penn St. and Ohio St play today. I am rooting for old man Joe Paterno to have a great season. Go Nittany Lions!!!

Well, another year, another MMA promotion receiving it’s pink slip. EliteXC has decided to close it’s doors and cancel it’s remaining card on November 7th. I am pretty upset by this mostly because I think competition among promotions is a good thing. Now the UFC is pretty much the only large game in town and we are stuck watching $50 PPVs with fight cards that include mostly The Ultimate Fighter show contestants. I guess that is Ok for now. The next big fight I am looking forward to is Captain America Randy Coutre fighting freak of nature Brock Lesner. I have no respect for those overinflated, egotistical testosterone excreting former pro-wrestlers, so I am hoping Coutre finds some more old man magic and kicks Brock’s ass. Coutre has made a career out of upsets and if he wins, it will set up hopefully a match with MMA immortal Fedor. That I would pay big bucks to watch. Although I hope I get employed by the time that match happens so I can afford it.

The Phillies beat the Rays in game one of the world series, so I am happy those pansies from Tampa are down one. I am not sure what to do with myself this weekend since the Bears have a bye week, but I am lucky this Saturday to spend the day with my brother watching his old college team Quincy play. There is nothing like watching a good ol’ college game, where the players play out of pure love of the game. Most of them are too young and poor to be torturing dogs, killing their wives, or beating up stippers, so there is an innocence to the game that only division 2 college brings. That brings me to another point I didn’t mention in my earlier blogs. My brother lost a friend a week or so again. Dan. He was very young when he passed and although I had never met the man, from what I hear, he was a stand up guy with a big heart. RIP Dan. It’s too bad the good die young sometimes. I’m going to leave today on that note. Never underestimate the blessing of life, because in one instant, it can be over. ML

As you have read in my earlier post, I have some time on my hands between the hundreds of applications I am filling out, and watching Sports Center. While watching the American flagship sports show, I realized that the Phillies are playing the Rays in the fall classic. Although I am sad that my White Sox couldn’t get it done, I am even more glad not to see those transgender ass clowns called the Chicago Cubs in the world series either. Just think Cub fans, the Rays have been in the league for a whole 10 years. Just a decade, and the Cubs have not won a series in 100 years.  Wow. What a tradition of losers. I must admit, I hate the Rays, and not only because they beat my beloved White Sox, but for many reasons. First off is that stupid looking Joe Maddon, their manager, that looks likes like a cross between Clark Kent and the Hanson brothers (from Slapshot, not the boy band). Joe looks like he should be wearing a pocket protector and getting a wedgy from Ozzie Guillen as Lou Pinella dumps his head into a toliet. Well, maybe Lou has his head in the toliet looking to see where his season went.  Keep looking Lou, you flushed that down two months earlier. Although Joe Maddon looks like one of those nerds that will finally lose it one day and shoot up the ballpark with an uzi after a bad loss. Then there is the phenom Evan Longoria. Yes, this man has talent, but I guess you have to when you have the same name as Desperate Housewife star. Not to mention that no fan in Tampa Bay deserves to have a world series. I will give the retard Cub fans this, at least they pile off the short bus to watch the games and drink their piss flavored beer and cold hotdogs. Tampa Bay was only averaging 16,000 people in attendance at home games. That’s pathetic, now they get to sell out. For one, I am cheering for the Phillies, one because I hate Tampa Bay, and I want to see a NL team win, just again to prove how pathetic the Cubs are.  Cub fans, yes, your team had the biggest collapse ever, (Tampa Bay avoided that by manning up and beat the Red Sox), and yes, you will never see a world series, this was the year, and it was blown. Somewhere at the Cubbie Bear, there is some guy making up that cyanide laced Koolaid, don’t drink it folks, I will enjoy watching you cry next year.

Back from a week hiatus, it is time to get writing again. The title of this blog is from the movie “Fight Club” one of my personal favorites. It means a lot today, as one of the reasons I have been a hermit and not blogging, is because last week I lost my job. Some people might  react like I did at first, wondering how in the Hell I am going to survive in this Bush crappy economy, but for some reason, I am feeling at peace for the first time in a long time. First off, I had lost my great job due to in part to my past. The old alcoholic me had many bad habits. It isn’t long when you spend time in an booze induced coma, that your boss doesn’t find out. Especially when you are in charge of people. But I had cleaned up my act, but as any recovering alcoholic will tell you, people never forget the past. I always had that stigma attached to me. I always had people shaking my hand close to see if I smelled like cheap Vodka, I always had people checking my eyes to see if they could see their reflection because they were so glassy. So for starters, I am glad to be out of that prison of regret. For the first time in 10 years, I can start a new job with a clean slate. Looking back, since I started drinking, I have never gone to a drug screen NOT hung over. Can you believe that??

Second, if I am just a little lucky, I will get a job that has nothing to do with the retail industry. I am very good at that, but there is one problem. No one ever got into Heaven by selling TVs or cellphones. Part of what I hated about myself was the emptiness that I felt doing a job that helped no one but stock holders and myself. I applied to some off the wall places, like a 911 dispatch operator, and also the United States Secret Service. Believe it or not, I am qualified for both, but what a chance to help people. This all might have been a blessing in disguise after-all. Now if thanks to the Bush administration, there is nothing for me but retail, I will take it, since living out of a box asking for change won’t exactly pay for my car. But, the most important thing to me is two fold. One, I didn’t drink when I heard I lost my job. That was a HUGE trigger for me and 90% of me wanted to grab the biggest bottle I could, and go brain dead for a few days. Second, and mostly because of that sobriety, I am able to handle this situation with a clear head. God has funny ways of working and I believe that this may be one of them. I can truly get a new start and make some new relationships without the stigma of being someone’s drinking buddy, or that drunk that may or may not show up for work. In the past year and a half, I have lost everything. But now, I am at peace, because I am free to do anything. Not many people can say that, and I say it with a smile. The world doesn’t know anything yet about Mike. Like in another movie fav of mine  “Wait until they get a load of me…..ha ha ha….”

As I am getting pretty excited to watch my first full Bears game in a while, as I have the day off, I missed Vitali Klitschko’s return last night to world of heavyweight boxing. I have always been an avid boxing fan, and I also enjoy MMA very much. It is fun watching the two sports jab at each other about who is the best. As much as I love boxing, it is in decline, mostly because of a lack of competitive fights, the 3 different sanctioning bodies, and I hate to say it, constant suspicion of corruption. But, boxing has been around for centuries and I don’t see MMA totally taking it over any time soon. Especially with the “mega” CBS fight with Kimbo and that no-name pink haired “horseshoe up my ass” guy fighting which had Kimbo get put to sleep in 14 seconds, and now an investigation around the event. Just what MMA needed, a Don Kinglike controversy to make everyone question whether MMA is above pro wrestling. Back to  Klitschko, Vitali is the older of two brothers, and made a comeback after retiring. He was plagued with injuries and never could commit to any of the big fights that was on his schedule. The Klitschko brothers remind me of Rocky 4, and Ivan Drago. They are big, genetic monsters with superior reach, speed, but also glass chins. They both will dominate the division for a long time as no one can get inside on them quick enough to do any real damage. Maybe we need to get Stallone out one more time to make Rocky 7 and have a real fight, and maybe he can knock out one of those giants. But overall, that is what is making boxing not very fun to watch anymore. Even though he was a total thug, Tyson was fun to watch because not only was he tough as nails, he was smaller than just about everyone. He won on tenacity and attitude. Anyone who has ever boxed before knows how hard and frustrating it to fight someone that is just plain bigger and faster than you. It’s a painful lesson. The only fight I would pay to watch in the heavyweight division again would be in the two brothers decided to act like real brothers and fight each other. They both swore they never would do that. Hey, if they want inspiration, they should come to Illinois and watch my brother and I kick the crap out of each other for a few hours. Really guys…it’s not that hard.ML

I was having a talk with one of the many people that I talk to since I started recovery, and I had a very good conversation about how people react to me now differently than a few months ago. The biggest difference is that I actually am aware how people react to me and treat me since I am not in an alcohol induced haze anymore. There is nothing more embarrassing for me than talking to someone and not realizing that they had told me something very important, that didn’t register in my head at the time, since a few billions brain cells were waving goodbye to the rest of my head. What it basically comes down to, and I am paraphrasing another person, that life is a big movie. We all have our scripts that we pick up, and that is how we play. Dropped into any random situation, we will continue to play our script the only way we know how. For the longest time, I was typecast. Like Al Pacino playing a mobster, I was the social screw up. People relied on me to basically be unreliable, and that is how I always viewed myself, and when push came to shove, I even went out of my way to play that, since it was easiest. Nowadays, I have my stuff together and many people are not knowing how to treat me. I have my bills paid, I have lost an enormous amount of weight, and I am much happier than I have ever been. Some people take me being happy as automatic sarcasm, and they can’t understand why I am happy, and sometimes even go to the length of trying to complain about things to get me to complain and be miserable, just like I used to. To all you folks out there struggling to get out of addiction, the challenge, and fun of watching people adapt to you after you have cleaned your life up, is incredible. I spent the last week buying clothes that I would have never bought a few months ago. I fit into a size pants that I haven’t fit into since high school, and I was so stoked, that I went out and spent a few hundred on expensive designer clothes. What I spent this last week, trumps the total monetary value of my waredrobe up until now. But you know what, that is money I would have spent on booze. Quiting the sauce not only helped me drop over 65lbs in a very short time, but it saved me a ton of money. I can also walk around the mall shopping for hours without sweating like I just got done jogging in a sauna. Just like actors, it is fun to play new parts. I don’t know how this will all end, but for the first time in years, I’m sharp, motivated, and love proving people wrong. Like my very wise brother once told me, I want to be “that guy” who kicked a terrible disease, and although I had every excuse in the world to drink, from family sickeness, to losing the love of my life and my puppy in the same day, I was able to rise up with a full heart…..and spend $120 on a pair of jeans……It is possible, and there is a major difference from the high feeling of forgetting your problems through drugs and alcohol, and the amazing feeling of eliminating your problems and facing adversity one on one, eye to eye, and rather than using booze to cover the pain of a shot…..throw the first punch and knock bad luck on it’s ass for once…..ML

Another day, another professional athlete getting hit with the stupid stick. The newest member of professional ranks that somehow graduated high school to make millions, is Adam “Pacman” Jones. Pacman was in the news earlier this year for having multiple issues with the NFL and the law because of his habit of hanging out at strip clubs, getting into fights, and somehow people got very hurt. Pacman finally got Roger Goodell to let him back into the league after a year long suspension while he was playing for the Dallas Cowboys. Truly America’s Team, as only in America can a felon still be able to make millions and stay out of jail. Adam Jones was recently in a report that he got into a physical confrontation with one of his “bodyguards.” For a minute I was secretly praying that the bodyguard he beat the snot out of was Kevin Costner, but when I realized that I wasn’t that lucky, (or smart), it was brought to my attention that it wasn’t even really a bodyguard. It was a security detail member that is hired by Jerry Jones and the Cowboys to keep an eye on Mr. Pacman. So when Pacman wakes up at 4am and decides that he wants to load up his glock 9mm, and pay a visit to the local skin bar, they are there to either tell him that something like that might not improve his zone pass coverage, or to stop him from going all together. What a great job to have. What on earth are you supposed to do with a guy like that?? If he doesn’t listen to you, are you supposed to subdue him? “Hi, Jerry…..it’s Carl from the security detail……yeah, Pacman wanted to hit up the strip club and shoot some people tonight…..yeah, again……so I told him that good little Cowboys on America’s Team shouldn’t do that……he said no and tried to leave……and I know you pay me to keep him safe…..but he wouldn’t stop……so I had to stab him in the spine…..sorry…..” That has to be a very thankless job, trying to keep someone safe, who has no intention of playing by the rules. I wonder how much these people make? Do all teams have this?? If that is the case the Cincinnati Bengals must spend 50 million a year keeping their team out of the joint. It kind of always makes me wonder about God’s overall plan. Why is it that people starve to death every second, yet a thug, with nothing but pure talent, can make it big, never have to worry about money again, and spend all day stuffing one dollar bills down a person’s clothes? Some things I will never understand. I hope Pacman either gets smart real quick, stops beating up the people paid to protect him, or ends on up in the same cell block as Mike Vick.

On a lighter note, the Phillies are now up 2-0 against the Dodgers…..Yes, Cub fans, that could have been your team in the second round. Yes, the team that humiliated your bunch of babies is now losing 0-2. What a total waste of a season. I hope by now, all Cub fans actually know their team is out and not on one knee staring at the rolling banner on the bottom of ESPN wondering where the Cubbies went. I truly hope, that whoever buys the Cubs next year decides to demolish that 1000 year old rat infested toilet called Wrigley Field. That place will never see another World Series game, so you might as well put it out of it’s misery. I, for one, would love to walk up to the rubble while all those crazed Cub fans try to pick up bricks and seats, and give my contribution to the field in the form of warm urine. I doubt anyone would notice anyway, I would just be adding to that strong smell of piss already there. ML

Since I had fallen a little behind on current events lately, covering the downfall of my favorite team the White Sox, and those gutless, excuse making losers, the Cubs, I wanted to catch up a bit and pay tribute to one of my favorite celebrities who recently ascended to the silver screen up in Heaven, Paul Newman. First off, from what I know, Paul Newman was a pretty class act. I can’t remember any troubling story of him either second guessing his sexuality, driving with his kid on the dashboard, or committing armed robbery in a Las Vegas hotel. He gave a ton of money to charity, loved racing, and made some damn good salad dressing. But above all, he was the star of one of my favorite hockey movies, Slapshot. I will have to say that Slapshot is probably tied with Miracle, as my favorite, but for pure fun, adult humor, and overall hilarity, Slapshot takes the cake. Anyone who has not seen the movie, you need to get to Blockbuster or Netflix and rent it. Just make sure that any child under 21 is not present, because the language is pretty intense and dirty. Newman played Reggie Dunlop, an aging coach for the Charlestown Cheifs, and he has many memorable lines that to this day, my brother and I seem to find perfect situations for. For all you people out there who make athletic teams for fun or whatever, whether it be baseball, hockey, football, etc, and you get some outstanding prospects, just make sure that they didn’t bring their friggin toys with them, and always remember, you can’t put a bounty on a man’s head…….Paul Newman, you were a man’s man, Rest in Peace, I will miss Reggie Dunlop.

Here is the original trailer to Slapshot………

Well, today was a very good day for me as I had a very favorable day in court. I am not going to get into the details, but as my brother said, there is something real about Karma. During my past drinking binges, when I would lie to everyone, drink myself stupid, and basically make dumb decisions, luck always seemed to go against me. I always felt sorry for myself, always thinking I was just unlucky or cursed, and usually, would talk myself into getting drunk again. Nowadays, I have been keeping the course, staying sober, taking care of myself, and it seems that my luck has changed. Maybe I am actually making my own luck. Today in court, something that really should not have happened, happened in my favor and I can only say that what I have done since my arrest must have helped. To anyone who gets any kind of alcohol related charge against them…..use that situation as a reason to turn your life around. As much as court has been a hassle, scary, and very very expensive, this whole experience has kept me on the right path. Every-time I go to court, and my officer that arrested me shows up, I get a chill down my spine, followed by an overwhelming sense of embarrassment and regret. I know that I am one of many many people that the officer has arrested and I am nothing more than a name and a mug shot on a report, but to me, that face with haunt me the rest of my life. Thankfully, it is the officer’s face I tremble around, and not the face of somebody that I could have hit or hurt, or killed. No amount of time in court, or no amount of fines could possibly be worse than knowing that I took a life. It took me 28 years to make my first major legal mistake, and I swore to myself, that after this is done, I will never step foot in a courtroom again because of something bad that I did. No craving or high is worth my soul.

I don’t have a whole lot to write about today, since my beloved White Sox were eliminated and my hated Cubs got swept. One piece of news that I didn’t mention in my earlier blogs, was that OJ Simpson got convicted on all charges stemming from his kidnapping and armed robbery trial. He is facing 5 years to life. Man oh man, he is gonna really enjoy prison. I am sure there are a few good inmates in there that weren’t happy with the original acquittal of his murder trial. I hope you have some of that speed and elusivness left in those old legs OJ, because you are going to need it. Good riddance!! The Bears play the Falcons this weekend and for the first time in a while, I have the day off and get to watch the game. As much as I would love to see the Falcons do well without dog murderer Michael Vick, I hope the Bears have another easy win. Since the baseball season ended pretty badly in Chicago, maybe we will get lucky and the Bears can make a good run this year. Alas, I think they are no better than division winners, but hopefully they can make it exciting. Michael Vick is another athlete I hope takes a bath in molten sulfer when he checks out. I don’t even want to repeat what that scumbag did to many, many dogs in his life. How someone can be so mean to animals, dogs especially is beyond me. I am an animal lover, especially dogs, so I cannot fathom some jerk hurting a dog. All dogs want to do is have a job to do and to be loved. Even mean dogs are usually only mean because some wuss of a person beat them or did something terrible. People who feel the need to beat dogs, kids, their wives, or any person or thing weaker than them, just to unleash some anger should just eat a bullet. Why hurt someone or something else just because your messed up? Michael Vick’s supporters said that dog fighting is part of his culture. BS!! What if some redneck’s culture was to hunt down and kill minorities, would that be right, because that is what his culture dictates?? I guess that is an extreme example, but I still think Vick is a punk, and I hope never to see him in the NFL or any TV for that matter. Go Bears!!

Well, it was an interesting weekend in sports, although not very satisfying. First off, I wanted to clear one thing up when it comes to my non stop trash talking when it comes to the Cubs, I am not bragging as a Sox fan as much as I am talking as a plain ol’ Cub hater. I am an avid Sox fan, but I do respect the Cub fans who follow their team, and generally like baseball. One of my earlier posts talks about Cub fans who said they would not vote for Barrack Obama because he liked the Sox, come on….. I went to Cub game a couple years back and truthfully, people weren’t there to watch a game. I had to tell the people in front of me to shut up because they were talking on their cell phones non stop, and one lady asked what quarter it was and did she miss the half time show….. Yes, as a Sox fan, I know US Cellular field is not in the most hospitable of places, and I have seen drunken Sox fans berate a 5 year old for wearing a Twins hat, so we are not above criticism, but still, I hate the Cubs, and the team’s comments from Lou Pinella to Soriano, to Jim Hendry, just further my hatred.

But like I was saying, only the Bears winning was really the only good thing about this weekend. They looked very good and although Detroit would have trouble beating some junior college teams this year, it was good to see the Bears dominate like they should in a game like that. The real disappointment, other than my Sox getting eliminated today by the Rays, was the CBS broadcast of EliteXC fighting. Kimbo Slice was supposed to fight MMA “legend” Ken Shamrock. As usual, Shamrock did not fail to dissapoint as he suffered a cut in training and had to pull out. Kimbo then ended up getting knocked out in 14 seconds by a UFC reject (whose name I don’t remember and I am too lazy to navigate away and look it up, besides, no one would know him anyway). I was actually planning on coughing up the $50 or so I thought so to see the Kimbo/Shamrock fight, but luckily, it was free on CBS, and thank God. I was rooting for Kimbo as I think he was taking the sport seriously, but after his performance, that started with his absurdly huge entourage in the beginning, his quick fall, and then his refusal to interview afterward, I think he needed a butt wuppin’ to bring him back to earth. I mean, come on Kimbo, your 3-0 after you beat 3 EASY opponents with absolutely no creditability in MMA anymore, you have no right to act like a baby, you didn’t earn it yet. I can just hope that Kimbo comes back better, grounded, and brings home the bread all day, baby…..See video below, that’s Kimbo in his “prime”.

Well, my Cub bashing continues in full form as the North siders got swept out of the playoffs by the Dodgers and I could not have been happier. Part of me wanted to start setting off fireworks outside my house after Soriano struck out to end “the year.” Many people are saying, including experts, that this is the worst Cub collaspe of all time. Just think, 100 years without a world series, best record in baseball, one of the best home records in baseball, and a HUGE payroll, including two of the series goats, Fukodome and Soriano. I love it. Then, the icing on the cake, just showed how stupid the Cubs players are. Soriano actually had the balls to come out and ask the fans to be patient!! That they have a good team and they will get better!! What an idiot, when I read that, I thought he must have been joking. I am sure it will take another week before most of those retard Cub fans even realize that their team was eliminated, between hangovers and being peeled off the bathroom floor at the Cubbie Bear, but it is so sweet. What makes this even more euphoric for is the crap that was talked all year about how much better the Cubs were than the Sox. Hey, my Sox won today at home. They got one better than the best team in baseball, and guess what, I got to see a world series win 3 years ago. Just think, some old man could be 90 and a Cubs fan, and me, at 28, has witnessed more joy in baseball than him. The Cubs have no one to blame but their scrotumless selves. They complained about the pressure….pressure??? Yeah, the millions you are making to hit a baseball and not commit 6 errors is pressure. I would love that kind of pressure to come home and never have to worry about paying a bill, or doing my own laundry, or whatever it is those cry babies do when they get home.  So, I have decided that if the White Sox get eliminated, which unfortunately will probably be the case at some point this October, I am rooting for the Dodgers. Go Joe Torre!! Although I think Manny Rameriez is a flaky turd, I would like to see Torre win a world series, so he can call up George Steinbrenner and give him a Bronx cheer….Go Sox, win tomorrow and make Tampa win at home again…..ML