I hate sports

Date: 6/4/2010
Listening to: Reds vs. Nationals

Budweiser just ran a commercial making the point that "there are 24 happy hours in the world." This is sick! You shouldn't be making commercials encouraging people to drink beer at 9:00 in the morning! For fuck's sake!

Fandom is a disease, isn't it? I'm sitting here listening to this game (Reds down 4-2 going into the bottom of 8 in Washington, poised to lose their lead in the division), and I can't stop caring, and I can't stop listening and go off and do something productive. And it's not even that I think that I'm being naive to think they can win. For one thing, they can. And for another thing, it's that I shouldn't not be able to stop listening REGARDLESS of the situation! Because it doesn't mean anything. And I know it doesn't mean anything. In fact, the fact that it doesn't mean anything is a crucial part of it. We never like hearing about money, or business, or anything. It's SUPPOSED to be purely abstract and meaningless. So why can't I go wash some dishes, or go on Facebook or whatever (blogging to nobody hardly counts), or just do something real, until this game is over? It's a disease.

Sounds like the Nats have their own Cordero. I don't know how we didn't pull a double-switch and bring in Nix for Gomes, and thus be able to keep Rhodes in case they tie it up in the top of the ninth. If they don't it doesn't matter, and it's more likely they'll score 2 then 3. But hey, what do I know. Really. That might be a really dumb idea for some reason I don't know about.

If you told me that Jeff Brantley was drunk right now, I would believe you.

And the Reds lose. Meaning this activity I just devoted the last 3.5 hours of my life to has made me LESS happy. Fuck me.