It's easy to be cold, pessimistic, and full of malice when you're the fan of a historically bad sports team. It's easy to be bewildered and sick-of-it-all exhausted when said sports team is in an uncertain position both financially and competitively, especially after they've just traded away their star player but remain in playoff contention by the skin of their teeth. As Hamlet once wondered about his favorite hockey team: should we hope? Could hope be false and self-deceiving? The existential questions here can be maddening and ennui-inducing.
But then you're walking along, through the rain perhaps, keeping your own counsel, when all of a sudden you go "Whoa hey Lindsey Vonn in a Vancouver sauna" and all is in accord.
Can't wait for the Olympics. And not just the Hockey.
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Almost joined the "Fire Don Waddell" group on Facebook, but the number of grammatical errors and people going "HEEHAAAAWWWW WHE'RE WE GUNNA DO WIDOUT COALVALCHOOk!? NUTHIN~!" made my brain bleed. It's semantical and grammatical chemical warfare in that bitch.
And Morty I'm the opposite. Olympic hockey's all that matters, unless Lindsey Vonn is competing in that ensemble on the slopes. And poor Andy Roddick...his woman's now officially more successful than he is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KLx-QHYH0Kk
"Let us not forget: There is hope."
For DEE-Dub, I think he should paste this on his mirror at home: "Work without hope draws Nectar in a Sieve."
Whoa, dude. Coleridge and the Crystal Method in one comment...suddenly I feel like smoking opium and crashing a Cadillac, only to get out unscathed and dance, dance, dance.
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