Disappointment....

The life of a sports fan is rough. The ups, the downs, the all-around sensations that cause your heart to rise and sink in a matter of seconds. One of the few sensations you can feel without literally being on a roller coaster. One minute, you're high. The next, low. Insanely low, in some cases. It's a mistress that reduces grown men to sobbing, blithering idiots. And like any good mistress, the stress reliever of every situation usually involves alcohol.

I can say these things, because I'm an expert in this field. I've studied countless hours of patrons of alcohol-based establishments. And truth be told, I am a fan of such places. Everything comes from an original idea, so God bless the man that thought it would be a good idea to combine sports, beer, hot wings, and good looking ladies to bring me these things. He should be knighted at the very least.

That was off on a tangent, my bad. But sports can really mess with your emotions.

I get up early today to watch my beloved Arsenal go two goals up at halftime. I'm lovin' it at this point! I'm gettin my git on at 8:02 am on a Saturday because my favorite football team is doing work against f-ing Tottenham, our biggest rivals for the stupid, in our own house, We're supposed to hold the home fort down, but we've been a TERRIBLE home team this year...ironically, much like the number one sports team in my life, my beloved Cornhuskers. Long story short, 3 goals in the second half for the f-ing Spuds. 3 goals. 1 penalty on a dumb ass handball off a free kick from a PHANTOM foul, 1 header that should have been won in the air by Squidward [Squillaci] and 1 goal of a turnover in front of goal, and I go from dancing in my living room to bench pressing in my basement to release some rage. I wanted to cry. We lose 3-2 and look like totally fools. They are dancing in our house. I'm ready to kill someone.

Dangerous mistress, sports can be. But it will all be better when my Huskers kick the Aggies dead in the ding-a-ling. I mean wreck the so-called "wrecking crew." T-Mart, bidges! Huskers bout to get me in a better mood. But no MP for me. I gotta work today. And my Huskers are on, I don't wanna miss it. Because they gotta get me right. Arsenal, get your s%$t together. I'm not feeling this laying down at home thing. That's some mental mistakes, tighten that ish up.

Few things:
-Boise crushed Fresno. It wasn't even close. It made me think, they did that easily to even the so called good team they played. Is beating 7-2 VT really the only worthwhile thing they did this year? I'm starting to think so. Fresno was supposed to compete but it was men versus boys out there. Boise was still on the gas at 38-0, and the second team easily went down the field. That who you play argument is not going away, and I'm starting to think it holds water.

-No way does Jon Kitna put the "We'll win 11 games" curse on us only to lead us to a defeated season, and then come back to BEAT us. Lions gotta win this game. And I believe in Shaun Hill [because I basically have to. Of all my sports teams, my love for the Lions is the most abusive relationship I've ever been in. Every year, I also hold out hope]. But yeah....Shaun Hill vs Jon Kitna, BATTLE OF THE CAREER BACKUPS! We better not lose...

-Go Huskers.

I'm out.

-JK