OK. The Eagles unexpectedly suck. After the other night's game, I'm not sure if the Phillies are going to wrap hands firmly around neck again this year in the playoffs. And I don't give a crap about hockey.
So what to do?
Well, it's been good for my son so far, because he's getting a lot more attention than he would if there were sports I wanted to watch. But I can only handle so much Wonderpets and tickle-fighting. OK, I can handle a lot of tickle-fighting. :) But still. My kid goes to bed at 7:30.
There's always work, but after 22 years, it's not all that exciting anymore. Besides, I just had a damn heart attack in June, and what I don't need is taking on more stress. I got lucky and made a good arrangement a couple of years ago, which is one of the reasons I moved back here, so I don't have to go to the office full-time and don't have to carry a full load. And I like it that way.
What I need is my damn basketball!
I don't care if they play for free, they need to just get the hell out there already so I have something to think about outside my own little world that doesn't piss me off completely, or at least pisses me off in a really enjoyable way.
OK. Rant over, I'm feeling a little better now :)
I miss you guys. Even you, LeQuan.