This past weekend I was put in charge of my uncle’s 3 year old St. Bernard. And the lesson that I learned is that I am less mature at 27 then I was at 12. Growing up I had my own chocolate lab, Cammy. She passed away around two years ago, but for 13 years she was my dog. I walked her, fed her, clipped her paws and all the other things that go along with having a dog. It never really seemed like a hassle, and I like to think that I helped that dog have a good life. Last year, I was dating this girl who used to take dog/house sitting jobs and I used to tag along and have a great time. But evidently my enjoyment was not derived from the responsibility of caring for animals.
Besides refusing to sleep on the floor and constantly jumping on my bed, this dog was pretty cool and low maintenance. But I am currently incapable of putting the needs of anyone/anything ahead of my own even for the smallest amount of time. The dog needed to get walked. If I had just loaded a new cd on my ipod (i.e. Hag: The best of Merle Haggard), and wanted to listen to it anyway I would grab the leash and take it for a walk. But if I was preoccupied with something (i.e. Mitch Williams and Dan Pleasac talking about relief pitching on MLB network) that Dog was going to have to wait as I ignored its whines.
I used to pride myself on being a selfless, considerate person. I am a little bit concerned that I am devolving as a human being, but am not concerned enough to change. Once Thursday gets here I can stop attempting to be self aware, and just concentrate on football. Self improvement is reserved for February through August.
1) I might have a multi million dollar idea, if I can get broadcasting rights from the NFL. I can put Viagra and Cialis out of business in Chicagoland with a low cost, highly effective and non invasive alternative. If I would be allowed to produce DVDs of Jay Cutler’s 98 yard drive at the end of the first half yesterday, I could guarantee wood for all Bears fans afflicted with E.D. It has been over 24hrs and all the blood in my body is still located in my pants. I am going to be impossible to deal with this year and for however long this gift from God is under center. Jay Cutler is going to get me to church on a regular basis. I may even become a Eucharistic minister to thank Jesus for giving me Cutler. Josh McDaniels must remember that vanity is one of the seven deadly sins.
2) I really liked Inglorious Basterds. Hans Landa is tremendous.
3) I might need to go to a methadone clinic for my Friday Night Lights withdrawal. Cold Turkey didn’t work, throwing on my Riggins Rigs Tshirt and watching old episodes isn’t working. I keep finding myself waking up in a puddle of puke, shaking, and muttering “god damn Joe McCoy.” The end of season 3 ruined the repeats of season 1 and 2, I have to turn off the DVD player because I get so mad screaming “Benedict Arnold” and “Traitor” whenever Buddy Garrity is on screen. I STILL CAN NOT BELIEVE ERIC IS NOT THE HBC FOR THE PANTHERS. I am resigned to sitting with my head in my hands listening to “Devil Town” by Tony Lucca (song at the end of the pilot episode) on repeat and trying to figure out how Eric is going to configure his staff at East Dillon. NBC can not make me wait until next summer for the The Riggins Brothers, Coach and Tammy, Matt’s Grandmother, Matt, Landry, and Jules. It is getting to the point that I will not be able to commit to a new friendship unless this person is an avid FNL fan. If I ever consider getting into another relationship, after the fifth date I will hand the girl over the three seasons on DVD and tell her “I am going to Orlando/Raleigh/Charlotte for a long weekend to see my brothers, get through these in a week.” If she doesn’t do it, she is Kenny Powers F’ing Out. If she does, the sixth date will be spent drinking cold beer, eating Texas BBQ and talking about how great Eric, Billy, and Matt’s grandmother are. The seventh date may result in a marriage proposal. Is it weird that my only real spousal qualifications for me are 1)look good with a ponytail 2) enjoy day drinking 3) be willing to convert to the Chicago Bears 4) love Friday Night Lights?
4) Watch Psych on USA Friday nights (10est). It is on demand as well. I am going to keep throwing this show down everyone’s throat until I can talk to someone besides Big Steve about it.
5) Last night I saw Devin Hester catch a punt and sprint right, make a cut and take it 54 yards without thinking. I was starting to think he forgot how to do that, like how pitchers sometimes become allergic to the strike zone. I am super giddy, we are going to be a nightmare for opposing teams this year. Buy your ticket for the bandwagon early.
6) Really like reading Joe Posanski on SI.com. Preordered his book about the Big Red Machine.
7) Right now reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn. It is alright so far, decided to give it a shot before trying to choke down The Gulag Archipelago. That might be an offseason book.
8) The Football picks posts are going to be really, really long
Besides refusing to sleep on the floor and constantly jumping on my bed, this dog was pretty cool and low maintenance. But I am currently incapable of putting the needs of anyone/anything ahead of my own even for the smallest amount of time. The dog needed to get walked. If I had just loaded a new cd on my ipod (i.e. Hag: The best of Merle Haggard), and wanted to listen to it anyway I would grab the leash and take it for a walk. But if I was preoccupied with something (i.e. Mitch Williams and Dan Pleasac talking about relief pitching on MLB network) that Dog was going to have to wait as I ignored its whines.
I used to pride myself on being a selfless, considerate person. I am a little bit concerned that I am devolving as a human being, but am not concerned enough to change. Once Thursday gets here I can stop attempting to be self aware, and just concentrate on football. Self improvement is reserved for February through August.
1) I might have a multi million dollar idea, if I can get broadcasting rights from the NFL. I can put Viagra and Cialis out of business in Chicagoland with a low cost, highly effective and non invasive alternative. If I would be allowed to produce DVDs of Jay Cutler’s 98 yard drive at the end of the first half yesterday, I could guarantee wood for all Bears fans afflicted with E.D. It has been over 24hrs and all the blood in my body is still located in my pants. I am going to be impossible to deal with this year and for however long this gift from God is under center. Jay Cutler is going to get me to church on a regular basis. I may even become a Eucharistic minister to thank Jesus for giving me Cutler. Josh McDaniels must remember that vanity is one of the seven deadly sins.
2) I really liked Inglorious Basterds. Hans Landa is tremendous.
3) I might need to go to a methadone clinic for my Friday Night Lights withdrawal. Cold Turkey didn’t work, throwing on my Riggins Rigs Tshirt and watching old episodes isn’t working. I keep finding myself waking up in a puddle of puke, shaking, and muttering “god damn Joe McCoy.” The end of season 3 ruined the repeats of season 1 and 2, I have to turn off the DVD player because I get so mad screaming “Benedict Arnold” and “Traitor” whenever Buddy Garrity is on screen. I STILL CAN NOT BELIEVE ERIC IS NOT THE HBC FOR THE PANTHERS. I am resigned to sitting with my head in my hands listening to “Devil Town” by Tony Lucca (song at the end of the pilot episode) on repeat and trying to figure out how Eric is going to configure his staff at East Dillon. NBC can not make me wait until next summer for the The Riggins Brothers, Coach and Tammy, Matt’s Grandmother, Matt, Landry, and Jules. It is getting to the point that I will not be able to commit to a new friendship unless this person is an avid FNL fan. If I ever consider getting into another relationship, after the fifth date I will hand the girl over the three seasons on DVD and tell her “I am going to Orlando/Raleigh/Charlotte for a long weekend to see my brothers, get through these in a week.” If she doesn’t do it, she is Kenny Powers F’ing Out. If she does, the sixth date will be spent drinking cold beer, eating Texas BBQ and talking about how great Eric, Billy, and Matt’s grandmother are. The seventh date may result in a marriage proposal. Is it weird that my only real spousal qualifications for me are 1)look good with a ponytail 2) enjoy day drinking 3) be willing to convert to the Chicago Bears 4) love Friday Night Lights?
4) Watch Psych on USA Friday nights (10est). It is on demand as well. I am going to keep throwing this show down everyone’s throat until I can talk to someone besides Big Steve about it.
5) Last night I saw Devin Hester catch a punt and sprint right, make a cut and take it 54 yards without thinking. I was starting to think he forgot how to do that, like how pitchers sometimes become allergic to the strike zone. I am super giddy, we are going to be a nightmare for opposing teams this year. Buy your ticket for the bandwagon early.
6) Really like reading Joe Posanski on SI.com. Preordered his book about the Big Red Machine.
7) Right now reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich by Alexander Solzhenitsyn. It is alright so far, decided to give it a shot before trying to choke down The Gulag Archipelago. That might be an offseason book.
8) The Football picks posts are going to be really, really long
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