I'm 37 years old, have a wonderful wife, and 3 great, yet trying, children.
In addition, I have a job, a mortgage, 2 car payments, and spend more on diapers per month than some small countries spend in a year.
Our country has soldiers in Iraq, the 2 nut jobs running Iran and North Korea make Billy Bob Thornton's "Sling Blade" character look like a winner of the Nobel Peace prize, and gas is north of $3.00 per gallon.
So why in God's name am I so upset that the Red Sox are getting beaten like a rented mule by the Royals tonight? Seriously, I'm ready to go punch the mailbox, throw one of Rakes shoes at the TV, and contemplating wearing nothing but a bathrobe, ala Heff, for the next 2 days in some strange, yet exhilarating, form of protest.
That's why I posted the picture I did: to give me some sort of perspective. My job on this rock is to make enough money to support those three budding criminal masterminds. If the Red Sox win it all again, that's just gravy on top of my mashed potato's. Now I realize why my wife acts more civil to me in the winter: if I'm this big of a crab in July over a freaking Royals game, no wonder she virtually ignores me for half the year.
Sorry hon: I KNOW I'm an idiot: I just don't know how to stop.
Who's pitching tomorrow?
::looks it up::
GO JULIAN, YOU CRAZY SOB!
Hi, my name is Ted. And I have a problem.
Broken Road Confessionals: July 25, 2014
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