My weekend

For the most part, my weekend played out about as well as Dan Orlovsky's first quarter as a starter. EPIC FAIL!

Michigan suffered a program-worst loss. Yep, I'm calling it as worse than Appalachian State. At least they are the champions of their division most years. You could call it an unprepared start for a talented team. For the 1-4 Toledo Rockets, who won't even finish in the top half of the MAC, a conference we hadn't lost to in, oh, that's right EVER. Sparty is loooooooving this. We can officially no longer make CMU jokes. Beyond hurting my pride, this team is hurting my ability to mock other teams. And that crushes my very soul.

That night, the Wings decided to make it 1-1, hooray! I opted to drink, heavily, while downtown, watching that game and before going to the Old 97s show. After a few (or more), I ended up booting on Congress Street and staying in a friends' hotel room, unbeknownst to the boyfriend I never called because I was KTFO. So, watching the delightful scene pictured above yesterday was darn near a treat compared to the other things going on. Like I said, EPIC FAIL.

All I need now is for Eli Manning to have an amazing night of MNF to hand my FFL team yet another come-from-ahead loss to make the weekend truly complete.

The Bitch is Back... maybe

Things have been so busy that it's been really hard to get here. Plus, I'd run out of compound swear words to cover my thoughts and feelings on the Tigers. Farewell, 2008 Season, I'd put a pox on your house, but I will likely be sitting in it again for 10-12 games next year. So, perhaps a pox on your locker room? Career ending jock itch for Sheffield or permanent face-grimacing disease for Kenny? Sigh...

And the Lions. Oh, sweet Jesus on a stick. I laughed daily at those calling talk radio after our "illustrious" 4-0 pre-season run. Operative word, PRE-SEASON. The level of douchetasticness was something to behold around these parts, and I would be glad to be rid of it if the same moron callers/writers/foolish optimists weren't now turned 180 degrees around into the depths of how much we suck. We were always the Lions. How could you have thought we would be anything other than this? (Witness: anything I wrote last year, where even casual optimism was thunked heavily in the head by week 5 or 6.)

The Wolverines - who? What? UGH. I've been to one goofy loss and one amazing win, and I have zero handle on this team. How the defense could play against Wisconsin they way they did, yet crap the bed so efficiently against Illinois, I have no idea. This week we have what should be a cupcake, and yet could get blown out. It's a rebuilding year, I know, and my expectations weren't super high. But to have any notion of what we actually have and will need in the coming years would be awfully nice, wouldn't it? Blergh.

But tonight... it all becomes moot for a short while. Tonight, I can put aside all of that and be transfixed by my television once again. For tonight, we get to see more get added to this:


Ahhh. Much better.

Awwww, Emo Post

Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings Wings

Slightly excited for tonight, even though I'm exhausted from a second night of staying up too late to watch my hometown team lose in extra play. I give and I give, Tigers, I don't know what else you want of me. But tonight, I will be at the bar with 250 of my closest friends and yelling and clapping or shrieking and hiding my eyes , hoping and hoping for the Cup to be hoisted - and it will be great.

Anyway, to the title of this post...

It makes me a little sad to go back in the archives and look at how much time and energy I used to devote to this little website. Now, I guess I just don't have the passion or the inclination.

This used to be one of a few diversions I had from a crappy life. I would escape a job I hated, a husband I knew deep down was not a good person, being terribly lonely and some character things of my own I didn't want to deal with by coming here. Here, I would vent, crack jokes, play the role of sexy cub reporter in an arena that - while somewhat personal - is really safe territory as a whole region/state/"nation" if you're a Sawx fan is in your boat with you.

But now, I don't need escape I guess. It's rare for me by nature to not feel cynical about things in general, and especially as a "blogger" - I'm supposed to be detached and hip and "meh" about things, right? Yet here I am, and I'm actually (get ready for it) pretty happy. I like my job and the people I work with. I am living just fine on my own (I may need lessons on things like tire changing and weed whacking but show me once and I can do it). I am spending quality time with someone who so far appears to BE quality, and treats me like I am, too. I still love sports, but I like to go enjoy them with the real people that have made me feel this way. And that's why I'm only a *little* sad I no longer have that energy and passion.

Anyway. Ahem. Enough LiveJournal bullshit. T - 7 hours till game time. I'm ready.

Holy. Hell.

That, my friends, was a hockey game.

Sad as I am the Pistons got bounced, this - THIS is June at its finest.

I am so tired. So, so tired. And I get to do it all over again tomorrow.

GO WINGS!

Too. Freaking. Much.

If there is no such condition known as spaznoidia deportes (total sports spazzing), I submit myself as the test case for discovering it.

Seriously, how am I supposed to work a 40 (hahaha, let's just go with that) hour work week, travel every other week on average, watch the "world beating" baseball team I love continue to shit the bed, stress about when I will FINALLY close on my house, pack up 5 years worth of stuff from the current house, to move into a new place - also yet to be found, because who has time?, navigate a dating relationship, all the while being glued to TVs showing both the Pistons in the Eastern Conference finals and the Red Wings in the Stanley Cup?

I am pretty much looking like the crypt keeper every day, living on chicken wings and draft beer, never *really* unpacking a suitcase and honestly? Kinda loving it so much more than life just a few short years ago.

GO WINGS!
GO PISTONS!
TIGERS - STOP SUCKING ALREADY!
(Or at least get Curtis to do more shirtless photo shoots)


Oh, and in other local news, Jim Leyland, I love you. But I don't ever - EVER - want to hear about another players' ass issues ever again, 'kay? Super.

Wow...

I'm really bad at this lately. Which is weird, because we're so in the thick of it.

Pistons are playing well, can close it out tonight. Chauncey is still a gametime decision, but hopefully, we can suck it up like last game and it will be a non-issue. I am not sure who I'd prefer to face, as the Boston Three are looking very human, while LBJ is so studly, he can tell off his mama. Wow.

Red Wings are KILLING it, 9 in a row and making teams look silly - I was worried that Franzen being out might be an issue, but we keep on rolling along. I am interested to see if Pittsburgh pulls it out (and it looks like they will) how the marketing of the old-school Wing team vs. the mighty new starts of Crosby and Malkin plays out.

The Tigers, welllllll. Yeah. They are continuing to non-dazzle. I guess it's been too long a suck streak to put on anything other than... we're not a very good baseball team. I don't know HOW we're not, but we're not. Either everyone bats, or no one does. Or our pitching is good enough just with no run support, or we get shelled. I can't understand, and everyone is banning me from attending games for a while (I'm 0-4 in attendance, 0-5 for games I had tickets for!).

Oh, and did I mention my house sold? It's verbally approved from the bank, just need a final inspection and I should be moving by June. Last semblance of being a Mrs., finally complete. I cannot wait to sell that damn ring and buy a new computer with the money. w00t!

UGH

It's not that I don't want to post, I promise. But it's a lot harder when you don't have your own computer. I have a work laptop that allows for SOME shenanigans, but going on image searches, cussing my brains out about the Tigers, talking dirty about Curtis Granderson, making slightly off color jokes, etc., all feels a little funky on my work computer. Particularly in light of the craziness that befell Christmas Ape on KSK, well, I guess I am just leaning on the side of caution.

I am, however, continuing my jinx streak (0-3 at Comerica this year). I continue scratching my head at the Lions and the drafting of two people I'd never heard of in rounds 1 & 2. I am yelling an awful lot at the Pistons - technically, I guess I'm yelling at my TV - for the lackluster play. The Wings are at least churning along at a rate I would expect, now that they've made it out of the first round. And I want Jason Taylor to dance with me. BADLY.

And really, that's all I've got. Still in the house of horrors, hoping the mortgage company sees fit to screw my credit and let me out of this last remnant of being a Mrs. Still keeping company with the same fellow, who is lovely. Considering breaking my mom's heart and moving to Chicago next year. All in all... meh.