| Once in a while, someone appears who transcends what they represent. These manifestations in sport are rare, but like how the NHL had Gretzky or Lemieux or the NBA had Jordan. The Cryuffs and Maradonas of the world. Where they inversely carry a team instead of the team acting as a unit. The unit serves the individual and the individual motivates people across a multitude of boundaries.
Not quite as transcendent as the aforementioned, but Ovechkin makes me shit bricks whenever I see him. |
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| Watching a fireman drama.
There are two lovebirds on my hockey team, and I find their outward displays of affection to be revolting. Dating for two months and making it out to be some sort of super soulmates shit. I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I get it, jeeeezuz.
And that's just from Facebook.
People who try too hard to be cute ANNOY ME |
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| Feel terribly ill
Today was a miserable day, I won 15 dollars but someone stole a dollar, I gave 7 to Justin because we have a pact where we share our winnings and I bought in for 5, so I really made a profit for $2.
I beat out 11 people to battle Raustin in the final, I eliminated 5 people myself, and fought back from 300 chips to 2000 chips to Raustin's 4000.
Finally getting to heads up, I raised 400, Raustin immediately went all in, and I called with 9 9 vs his Q 9, giving me odds of 77-23.
Raustin hit a straight on the river, the same as myself, so he immediately won 30 dollars.
I was given shit cards all game, but I made the most out of them, and it was such a bitter loss; not really a loss but it felt like one. I skipped my lyryx lab to play too, so that's another 1% gone. I have to study accounting hardcore next week.
Then Raustin ate half my Chinese food, in exchange for some good poker I played. Terrible.
Also my girlfriend thinks I am a freak now because I tried to fight Justin in front of her. Needless to say I got the shit kicked out of me. Kelsey is pretty cool I think we'll last 6 months. Maybe more.
So obviously I am not too cool on the other facts of life but at least I have a pretty good looking girlfriend. =D
I went with Kels to Joey's, $65; sexxxpensive. No regrets though, although I certainly wouldn't do it again for a while. Immaculate food, the pinnacle of the palate, straight out of Hell's Kitchen shit. I got a Beef Tenderloin, it was beyond amazing. We shared some sort of ultraviolet supernova drink shit, very good. And the potatoes were the best I've ever had in my life. We also had a hot waitress and nice restrooms.
Then we went over to watch movies and wrestle. Fun times. Mom was offended.
I think Colette and two less important girls like me, so we will see how much of a honest, real man I am if it proves to be true. |
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