Thoughts from the Archangel

It’s odd what being a sports fan does to a person.  I get all happy when one team loses (because I don’t like them), but all sad when another team loses (because I do like them).  It’s a terrible karmatic position to be in, but it’s what a sports fan’s gotta do.

Yes, I made up “karmatic”, but you totally get what I mean.

The Colts lost in the last few seconds to the Jaguars.  Halle-freaking-lujah!  I thought fo’ sho’ that Jacksonville was going to choke after that last ditch effort by the Dolts – I mean, Clots – no! Colts.  Ah, but the Shaguars pulled out a field goal at the 5 second mark.  Scobee’s attempt looked like it was going to go wide right, but it somehow pulled back in between the uprights and there was nothing that the home team could do.  This morning on my way into work, I think I heard every excuse:  the roof wasn’t open on the stadium, there were missed/bad calls from the refs, and there were missed tackles.  It’s still too expensive to talk about the interceptions thrown by Horseface Manning.

That was the loss I was happy about.  Now, the one I was sad about.  The Packers lost to a better Dallas.  There’s no bones about it, the Cowboys D-line was just too much for the Packers’ offense.  Aaron Rodgers is still my hero – he’s still doing pretty well in the face of all the crap that gets tossed at him, including five sacks yesterday.  I imagine this week will hold a lot of tape review and a lot of repetitious drills to get that nasty taste out of their mouths.

Other football stuffs – both the Pats and the Saints lost.  At least the Saints lost to a decent team (the Broncos) and the score was close, even if the level of play was not.  The Pats, however, should be ashamed for the way the entire team played yesterday.  You just got spanked by almost the worst team in the league at home.  Yikes.  I want to look for pictures of Hottie Tom Brady from yesterday, but I’m sure he’s just shaking his head in anger, disappointment, and disbelief…sorta like the rest of us.

Let’s see: The Cubs clinched their division.  The White Sox have to win over the Twins in Minneapolis to give themselves some breathing room.  A sweep would clinch, I think, but if the sweep doesn’t happen, we’ve got to face the Indians to get that division title.  I heart Joe Mauer, but I hope the Twins fall mightily to my ChiSox.

Sorry, gorgeous, but I want your team to lose.

Non-sports stuff:

The client visit with Really Fucking Annoying Chick wasn’t too bad, really.  We managed to keep her out of the conversation most of the time, so there was very little one-upping and self-righteousness that we had to deal with.  The client was awesome and really accomodating to us, and two of the three of us were very appreciative.  I’ll bet you can guess which two.

Let’s wrap this up:

Good:  The Colts lost.  If I watch the ChiSox games, I get to see Hottie Joe Mauer.  I lost five pounds!

Bad: I’ve moved my desk at work for “flow” purposes, I guess, and my new across-the-aisle neighbor is more than a little odd.  She seems nice enough, but I’m going to have to figure out how to end conversations gracefully with her.  Staring blankly seems sort of rude.

Ugly:  We are still hanging on with one income in my house.  A recent change of luck might be a good sign, but I’m so jaded on this now, I’m unable to think positively without the darkness nagging at me.  That’s ugly.

Funny:  I was reading Michael Silver’s article on Al Davis today, and I could not help but think of the Emperor from Star Wars, and this was before I saw the picture.  After seeing the picture, I heard the theme music for the Empire in my head and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I think I’m beyond twisted, but see for yourself: