Your Mom says hi...

So here's a fresh post. Greendogger brought my lack of postage to my attention. I'm not sure what I can write about without violating several confidentiality agreements, so I'll bitch about some random things.

McDonalds sucks. I had a big mac last night as a snack, and I feel really bad. Goddamn you McDonalds.

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and I'm spent.

read that title, and assume what I mean.

friggin school. makes me wish I was unemployed (eh boffo?)

So I'm sitting here at 5:22 PM on a Saturday evening thinking "Man, I really really need to get to the event I booked for 5:30" but there's 2 minutes left in the game, and we're down by 2. Realizing that my bands duties take precedent over my desire to hear the football game, I take off for Grant Hall at a slow banter. Only when I get to Grant do I realize that I have a radio in the basement. I grab it, run upstairs, and set the dial to 101.9.

I tune in to hear the following....

"The Gaels have one last chance to win this one. They're kicking for the field goal from the 32-yard line into the wind, with a kicker who is playing in his first ever CIS game..." Oh Christ... "Here's the snap - and the kick is no good! The York receiver gets the ball, and runs around trying to eat up the clock." So I think the game is over at this point, and I start downstairs to get my drum....

"Wait, there's a fumble!!!!! The Gaels recover, and are going to have another chance to win this one!" WTF? This shit doesn't happen in real life... "It appears that Sheahan is going out there to kick this one. The Gaels set up for the play from about 15 yards out, here's the snap, the kick is up and it's GOOD!!!! The Gaels have won the game 17-16!!!"

So, in a 0-4 season, I decide to stay home for one of the two wins we're likely to get.

Shoot me now, but go Gaels!!

Well, my favorite football team is headed for another season of failure. Not since my first year have I seen a football team as futile as this (excluding pretty much any game against U of T). I'm listening to the broadcast on CFRC, and our kicker even missed the extra point. Who the hell misses the extra point? The guys in the half-time show can make that kick. I wish Sheahan hadn't ridden Denison so much instead of developing the rest of the offensive team (although I can't blame him - Denison is GOD). Oh well.

oh wait, we just got an interception. Apparently York tried the flea flicker and got owned. Oh good. Wait, nevermind. Our offence got stuffed again... I can dream of the good old days.

The real reason I'm writing this is because Steve sent me the link. In all honesty, he's probably the only person that will read this. Steve, you suck. Pearl Jam sucks, the Vikings suck, and the Leafs - oh those goddamned Leafs - well, they suck the most of all. Their sucktitude rivals that of the Varsity Blues for the past 4 years.

Fuck it, I'm done.

Sens in 7 (months or years, take your pick).