Twelve Step Sports Addict

Well, it looks like the Bears have something to play for tomorrow, which is good because they seem to not understand the significance and the rivalry between them and the Packers. Minnesota lost to the Falcons today, so the Bears need to win tomorrow and again against Houston, and the Vikings need to lose against the Giants. Seems unlikely, but you never know. I wanted to thank everyone who commented and read this blog for your support either with my recovery or anything else that I have written about. I never thought typing about myself would have been entertaining, but if it helps one person get help, then it is way worth it. Like I had mentioned before, I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy. Living every day with a thirst for something that kills you is the worst feeling in the world. But fighting it, and the won battle every day, gives me a sense of accomplishment. I think back to all the times I woke up, not knowing where the night or day went, seriously, mentally forgetting an entire day. I know I will be laying on my death bed one day, praying for one more day of life, and I have no one to blame but myself for wasting days. The fight against oneself is so hard. I would much rather be in the ring with a young, coke free, pre-rape Mike Tyson than have to battle this, and find ways to keep myself sane. But that is the Lord chose for me. Some people are way worse off. At least I appreciate every hour of every day. There is nothing like staring death in the face, when you’re yellow from jaundice, sick from withdrawl, forgetting your own name from the dementia tremors, to realize how precious life is. All those beer or Vodka commercials love to show a good time and people getting laid all day long, I have a commercial, show the drunk on the floor blacked out, with a bathtub full of vomit and blood in the toilet from kidney failure. The 160 bpm resting heart rate, the shakes from low magnesium and sugar, the failing liver, yellow eyes, cotton mouth, uncontrollable sweats, and the pending DUI court case. Not to mention that person is alone, having lost all they ever loved. That person will get up again and stumble to the store to buy more, that is the disease and that is what happens without help. That would not be a good Super Bowl halftime commercial. One in 10 people are alcoholics, that’s sad. Never be ashamed to admit you need help, you’re body will admit it when your dead, so use your head. (that rhymes ML

I was thinking today about how many Christmas’s I have spent completely hammered and then I was suddenly proud of myself that this will be the first Christmas I won’t look as fat as Santa Claus, white as snow, and sober. Usually the trend would go that I would go to my parents’ house, open presents, then go home and grab the 5th of Vodka that I had bought the day before and hidden,  the get sloshed. I have to say that I would not wish alcoholism or addiction for that matter, on my worst enemy, but the neat thing is although I am upset that I am getting older,  I get to act like a kid in  a way nowadays. My life is filled with many firsts. Not necessarily firsts like an infant, but firsts that haven’t happened in a long long time. It gives me stuff to look forward for. I have been framing my coins for sobriety and as I hung this past one on the wall, I thought that a year ago I was so ashamed of my life that I was always a little upset when I woke up every morning that I was still breathing, and here I am now, just like I was in high school again, making a trophy out of something special. This beats out all the football and basketball trophies by far. Tackling and draining a jump shot is easy. Controlling that raging asshole that wants to get drunk and die inside of me is a fight that I will always have, and every day I get to beat it, I have another first time, because this time last year, that asshole was killing me, now I’m killing him, with no weapon other than my own heart, and that is enough. ML

I was watching the news today and on it was the report of the construction of a hockey rink at Wrigley Field. I know I said before that I was going to try and watch more Hawks games, but now I am just going to loath them. What was wrong with U.S. Cellular Field?? If the Hawks want to be cursed, go ahead, play at Wrigley and hear about the goddamed goat, and ivy, and Bartman and all the BS Cub fans talk about instead of watching the game. They said that all the tickets were sold already, and if figures, it gives Cub fans another reason to drink, not watch a game, and be retarded. I hope the Hawks players don’t expect any real hockey fans to be at that game, it will just be a bunch of over earning yuppies, drinking that piss called Old Style, eating cold brats and wondering what inning the hockey game is in. I swear to God, if Ronnie Santo stumbles out there, I’m going to pray that somehow his lips freeze to his metal legs and he shuts the %^$&# up forever. Do you think they are going to bronze those things in the Hall of Fame someday….based on the HOF voting these days, nope. Sorry Ronnie, this old Cub sucked too bad to be voted in, voters care more about how you played rather than how you can’t walk. (yes, it will be very hot where I end up when I die, but I still hate everything Cubs)

 I was taking my puppy for a walk and he was sliding on the ice and then he squat to piss and crap on the ice and I thought of what a wonderful idea for Wrigley’s ice rink. I can’t wait to hear about some crazy blue wearing, Harry Carey worshipping, brain dead Cub fan’s girlfriend to ask if Patrick Kane just hit a homerun. Are they going to bring out those old guys to play the instruments I wonder?? See the Hawks are kinda good this year and have no business playing in that older than dirt, crap shack called Wrigley Field. Another reason I hate the Cubs, Moises Alou, the dude who pisses on his hands (literally yes, there was a story in SI about it) who yelled at Bartman when he didn’t catch that foul ball, came out and said that he wouldn’t have caught it anyway. That poor kid, a hero in my book, went through hell, and numb nuts Alou comes out now and says he sucked. I hope something with that sale goes terribly wrong and the Cubbies have to fold and all their retard fans go the way of Jim Jones and drink the Koolaid. ML

I wanted to take today to ask for help from the reader’s of this blog. A very good person that I know is very sick. This man is a great, caring, father, who worked 2 jobs to provide for his family and just the other month, found out he has stage 4 cancer. Michael F and I were pretty close as he should have been my father in law providing that his daughter didn’t leave, but in any case, I have never met a funnier and more caring person. I can’t remember how many times he went out of his way to make me laugh or make me feel part of the family. There are many of cancer survivors, but as everyone knows, the treatment can be more painful than the disease. I ask anyone reading this to pray for Michael F for a painless and quick recovery from this terrible disease. Also for his family, that was hit incredibly hard with this news. Mr. F, hang in there, you are in all our prayers. ML

Wow, I have to say that living in Chicago this time of year is pretty tough if you are a sport’s fan. The Bears are one Minnesota win from being eliminated from playoff contention, the Bulls are Ok, but not world beaters (except for Derrick Rose), I never really got into hockey, although I will now, and the White Sox left the winter meetings in Vegas with nothing big to change their team around from mediocrity.

Since there is nothing much to write or be happy about in the world of Chicago sports, I have been spending a lot of time with my new puppy. Reggie is the most loving pug I could ever ask for and he is growing up so fast. Last night he got sick and when I went downstairs to let him out, I noticed that he puked. He was so scared and shaking as I bet that was the first time he had ever puked before. So, being a good daddy, I went and let him sleep with me in the bed all night, and he was out like a light. He seems better today, but there is nothing sadder than a sick pug. That little look with his little underbite and big eyes and he can’t tell me where it hurts. I bought him a bone today since he feels better. : )

I included a video from a recent UFC of a fighter Corey Hill, breaking his leg. Wow, this is sick. Even with this MMA is still one of the safest sports around, but I have never seen anything like this before. Enjoy. ML

Well, it has been a very very busy and tiring couple of weeks for me, even though I have been still out of work. It turns out that I picked the wrong time to lose my job because most companies are not hiring these days until after the holidays. Normally, I guess most people would like to have the holidays off, and I am getting unemployment, but I am getting totally stir crazy and just want to get back to earning a living. I hate mooching off the govenment.

I am almost finished with all of my court issues. Again, in Cook County, I got lucky and avoided any jail time or bad record. Again, there is something to be said about karma and since I have been following the sober and “right” path, things have been going my way. I am glad to see that OJ got up to 33 years, I hope he rots in prison. Everyone and their mother knows he killed his wife, so at least he gets to do a little time. I hope he becomes someone’s punk bitch in the joint and Ron Goldman and Nicole can watch from Heaven and laugh at him curled up like a rat waiting to be loved by his new roomie. Gross I know, but screw him.

Reggie is doing very well, although I wish I could buy a pug butt cork, so that he stops pooping all the time. The cold weather makes it hard to easily potty train a puppy, but he is getting it. We are working on lay down now, as he can sit, stay, go in the crate on command, walk without pulling, come, and so on. He is also great around other dogs. He had his first vet visit and got some booster shots which was great. He was a little zonked, but then he got better and was totally a crazy pug.

Big fight on today and DeLahoya fights Paquiao. I hope Oscar defies the odds and wins, but who knows. I am not going to order it as I am usually dissapointed in boxing PPV, but with HBO, I get to see it next week for free.ML