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I should just lock some sites out of my browser, or block them at the router level, or something. And also stop listening to sports radio. Or reading the newspaper.
Turned on the radio, heard a sports columnist exult: "I'm on Cloud Nine; any day that the Yankees get shafted is a good day" - followed by someone thanking the radio station for playing a Red Sox rally song just so he could turn it up and torture Yankee fans - and I came thisclose to putting my fist through the dashboard.
I know that there have been a lot of Series banners flown in the Bronx. I know it's been a while for the Sox.
But come on, isn't there supposed to be such a thing as winning gracefully?
*sigh* Residue of a bad week, I suppose. Hell, a bad year. Not knowing if I'll have a job in the new year. Passed the bar, which is good, but until the job market improves, that's just another piece of paper.
The Chicago trip was good. No bad there except for the whole SUV fiasco, which was just a niggling detail. But that was only ... one, two, three, four days.
Out of three hundred sixty-five.
A comment from a Bosox fan - which I probably shouldn't have read - that they must have been a saint to reap the rewards of the Series victory.
By that measure, I must have done something pretty hideous to deserve what I've reaped in that regard, even if only for my baseball fandom. Oddly enough, I can't remember torturing any innocent people to death. You'd think that there'd be an arrest warrant out for me if I did anything like that.
Oh, right. This is America in the year 2004. They give you medals for that.
Torture 'em, kick 'em while they're down. Doesn't matter, they deserve it, the (enemy/Yankee fans).
Anger isn't healthy, I know. But when you absorb enough abuse, the anger has to go somewhere, either inward or outward.
Turned on the radio, heard a sports columnist exult: "I'm on Cloud Nine; any day that the Yankees get shafted is a good day" - followed by someone thanking the radio station for playing a Red Sox rally song just so he could turn it up and torture Yankee fans - and I came thisclose to putting my fist through the dashboard.
I know that there have been a lot of Series banners flown in the Bronx. I know it's been a while for the Sox.
But come on, isn't there supposed to be such a thing as winning gracefully?
*sigh* Residue of a bad week, I suppose. Hell, a bad year. Not knowing if I'll have a job in the new year. Passed the bar, which is good, but until the job market improves, that's just another piece of paper.
The Chicago trip was good. No bad there except for the whole SUV fiasco, which was just a niggling detail. But that was only ... one, two, three, four days.
Out of three hundred sixty-five.
A comment from a Bosox fan - which I probably shouldn't have read - that they must have been a saint to reap the rewards of the Series victory.
By that measure, I must have done something pretty hideous to deserve what I've reaped in that regard, even if only for my baseball fandom. Oddly enough, I can't remember torturing any innocent people to death. You'd think that there'd be an arrest warrant out for me if I did anything like that.
Oh, right. This is America in the year 2004. They give you medals for that.
Torture 'em, kick 'em while they're down. Doesn't matter, they deserve it, the (enemy/Yankee fans).
Anger isn't healthy, I know. But when you absorb enough abuse, the anger has to go somewhere, either inward or outward.
