shema

So I guess it's high time to write another one of these blog contraptions.

I'm not gonna bore anyone, with one of my painfully long, mini-biographies, today. That, and I really don't feel like pouring my soul out, in text form, today. So I'll just give you the gist of my life, thus far.

I have learned three irrefutable, universal truths about life, over the past couple of months. Fact #1: Getting old sucks. Fact #2 It's better to be dead, than be really sick. And Fact #3: If there is a life, after death, only a handful of people really deserve to go to the good part.

In other news...
It's fucking football time! After 217 days of there being practically nothing worth saying, doing or feeling, football has come back into, my life. God I love this sport. And it's okay, if no one else shares my passion, for the game. Just means you're an unpatriotic, soul less, domestic terrorist. Which is totally okay and acceptable, in today's world. I guess it's mostly because I always wanted to play football. Growing up I would beg my grandmother, to let me try out, for the football teams. In middle and high school. But, being the overprotective soul that she was, I could never get anything other than a "boy if you don't get out of my kitchen with that nonsense!", response out of her, whenever I asked. If she could have seen past the broken bones, bloody noses and profanity laced trash talk, she would see that main concept behind the game, is teamwork. Working as a single-minded unit. And the vicious hits. I would have totally been a defensive player, on a team. I love seeing the lifeless carcass of a man, lying spread eagle on the field, after you've driven him nose first, into the ground. I'd live for that shit. And, as is clear from that last statement, football would have been the ideal outlet, for all my years, of pinned up frustration and rage. Now what am I forced to use as a substitute? Facebook. smh The god's have blessed me with a nice consolation prize, though. Fantasy football. Which is awesome. I'm on three teams, this year. And will crush all who stand in the way of me, and victory. I'm looking at you, Franie, elfrockstar, criticalmax, Jim and most of all, Jim's better-at-math half, Hemi_. Competing against me, will prove to be the biggest mistake, of your virtual lives. Just as not going to college, has proven to be the biggest mistake, of my real life. So it is written, and so I shall whoop that ass.

I'm also really excited for a new college football season. Mostly because I'm scouting for the next potential draftee, to my fantasy leagues. But they play even harder, than NFL players, in those games. And most are blowouts, by halftime. So I can watch 6 or more games, in one day. Which is like porn, for me. I'm still trying to bring myself to watch high school football. But it still bring back bad memories, of what I could have been apart of. But my nephew plays on a junior varsity team now. So maybe I'll be able to live vicariously, through him. I can dream, can't I?

Alright, I can see that this run-on sentence is starting to spill over, into the sidelines. And I'm missing football, by writing it. So I leave you with random weekend hilarity.

Be easy.