Unemployment Is A Pain In The Ass

Being unemployed is pretty terrible. Especially when you have no real leisure time activities. You run out of money real quick and with the amount of debt I have accrued over the years that rate is substantially multiplied. With a person like me though it gives me ample time to deal with the finer things in my life, sports. When everything else around me is falling apart like John Cusack told me the world will in 2012, I can always turn to sports to grant me some emotional outpouring.



The good:

The Colts are 10-0 and they have dodged some serious shrapnel to get there. Every week I have to turn on a television or a radio and hear a group of "experts" predict the Colts demise. This isn't the 2007 Patriots where every week it was one rimjob after another predicting another thrashing for the Belicheats and the Backup Bradys of the National Fixed League. But as a fan I enjoy having a team play so well under such adverse conditions and still be underestimated. Well, let me go back to adverse conditions. The Colts have had a rash of injuries, like any team in the NFL does, but have plugged the gaps admirably and behind the arm of Peyton Manning and timely plays from offense, defense, and special teams they have maintained their spotless record. But I swear on my unexisting soul if one more analyst mentions Bob Sanders as the key injury one more time...Sagat-esque Tiger Uppercuts for everyone. I'm over it. The guy is less reliable than a crackhead. And I bet you that crackhead more than likely has less physical ailments than the aforementioned Mr. Sanders (aside from well you know, being addicted to crack). Onward and upward Indy, because 19-0 needs to happen someday.



The bad:

Well, I root for the Knicks. It is similar to battered wife syndrome in my eyes and 2010 is supposed to be that one day when hubby buries his alcoholic demons and doesn't treat me like a Tyson opponent from the mid-80's. With each passing day though and watching this team one day show a ton of heart (I think I just threw up a little writing that) and the next day playing as if they are the reincarnation of the Washington Generals. LeBron isn't coming, neither is D-Wade or CB4 or any other gangsta rap movie from 1993 with Charlie Murphy in it. Liverpool FC, which for American people is a football...whoops soccer team from England, can't stay healthy or seem to get out of their own way. Why is it that any team I choose to support regardless of any prior knowledge of their history, etc. etc. immediately becomes a bungling bunch of ragtag underachievers. I could rant longer but I'll stop because I need to talk about the World Series of Hate aka Phillies v. Yankees. Two teams I couldn't wish more to get mass amounts of STDs (Sorry Colorado maybe next year) playing for a prize while the team who garners my support, the LA Dodgers, golfs. The consistency of these events lead me to truly believe that there is without a shadow of a doubt no God. Theological argument ending...now.



The ugly:

This picture of Gheorghe Muresan. And all of my Yahoo! fantasy teams currently. Never once have I been so horrendous over a string of several leagues. After winning my baseball league I have gone into a tailspin and no not the cartoon because in my world bears cannot fly planes. Losses have built up at an astounding pace and in my first venture into fantasy hockey you guessed it, I'm bringing up the rear like Billy Mays in a marathon (It's because he's dead not because he was fat.)











Well, hope this makes me some money. Or at least gets the Gitz to want to beat the shit out of me. Either way I'm down.