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God Hates My Sports Teams

Wednesday, April 19th, 2006

So it’s tuesday night… i’m playing Wonderwall (Oasis) on my guitar, browsing through the channels on the tube, and realizing that perhaps this is a good night for a sports fan (a New York one, anyways).

On the YES network, the yanks are playing the jays, with RJ on the mound.
On MSG, we’ve got the senators taking on my rangers, as they try to avoid falling out of first place in the division.

That’s about all that went right…. the yankees fell behind 6-4 REALLY QUICKLY (no thanks to RJ’s garbage slider and fastball). Opposing him is Chacin (0-4 against the yanks last year). The rangers didn’t fare better, falling behind 2-0 to ottawa. Apparently it didn’t occur to these teams that winning is the primary objective in sports… especially when you’re pushing for the playoffs.

I get up this morning, come to work, and read the news
to find that my hockey team loses the division title to who else… the *ucking devils. To further the damage, we have to play the team with an 11-game winning streak in the first round of the playoffs.

The yankees, on a not-so-brighter note, lose to the jays 10-4. Pretty sad that a team with a $Septillion payroll can’t successfully win a series against anyone but the Royals.

Thanks, God! Next, why don’t you break Jeter’s ankle(s) as he rounds third after a game-winning home run (against the Devil Rays, albeit). While you’re at it, maybe Jagr can get run over on his way to the swamp by some douchebag on the Jersey turnpike.

This whole year has been bad for my sports teams. The knicks have the worst record in HISTORY. The yanks, a few weeks into the season, are looking like the yanks of last year. The rangers are choking their way into the playoffs.

I think i’ll start watching Nascar. Even though it’s a redneck-endorsed “sport,” there are some damn pretty girls. Knowing my luck, Mark Martin, (he drives the Viagra car) probably dies of a hard-on that lasts more than 4 hours, and kills a few of the pretty Nascar chicks along the way (that has Freud written all over it)….