Friday, November 14, 2008
at 10:03 AM Posted by GHABB,Y~!
*The Patriots lost to the Jets last night in OT, 34-31. HZMLS, our Patriots correspondent, will have more on the game later this morning, but I at least was encouraged by the Pats' second-half friskiness and ability to come back from a deficit, even if they did lose in the end. Though I'll also admit that I missed most of the first half watching the Office (which sucked eleven dicks), 30 Rock (best show on network TV) and Always Sunny (best show since Arrested Development). It is for this reason that I am morally against Thursday night NFL television, because THATS MY FUNNY TV SHOW NIGHT GODDAMNIT. If you're going to make me choose between football and Night Man or Day Man, I'm going to choose motherfucking Night Man and Day Man, because they make me pee myself with laughter. BUT DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE. Football is for the weekend goddamnit, not Thursday.
*The Bruins beat the Canadiens last night, 6-1. Again, I'm sure we'll have further analysis of this later, but let me just be the first to say ha ha Canada, our overly friendly yet socially naive brother to the north. I'm also getting over the fact that the Bruins have a Stephanie on their team, and I wonder how Manon Rheaume feels about all of this.
*HZMLS wanted me to remind you that Your Boston College Eagles will be playing Florida State Penitentiary this Saturday night, from the soulless IQ black hole that is Doak Campbell Stadium. Luckily, we've got B.J. Rajii on our side, as shown in this Zapruder-esque video:
*In a totally unrelated story, I've spent the last three days walking like an 80-year-old man after attempting to play basketball Monday night for the first time in roughly a year. My lower back feels like someone is operating a weedwhacker from within my spinal column that extends out to the lower back muscles. The time may have unfortunately come where I am no longer physically able to handle the rigors of pickup basketball. Now, I spent roughly 73% of my childhood and teenage years on basketball courts (I was the Hakeem Olajuwon of Plains Park, son), so this realization, in my mid-twenties, that I can no longer play the game I once loved, is saddening, both because I really love basketball and because it makes me feel really fucking old. Furthermore, my birthday is less than a week away, and rather than be excited for it as I have for the past 25, my only feelings are of dread and "oh Christ, not again, just one more year closer to death." So our question of the day, dear readers, is at what exact moment did you realize that your physical prime has abandoned you, rendering you helpless in the throes of the aging process?