Sometimes…
Sometimes…I love talking about going to Panic.
Sometimes…I think a hangover is a bad day.
Sometimes…I feel like blogging.
Sometimes…I realize that a phone call can change your day.
Sometimes…I know I am selfish, unlikable, and only have 5 friends.
Sometimes…I know at least I don’t doubt the strength of my five friendships at least.
Sometimes…I laugh at myself because I have to watch a game live and don’t even know how TIVO works…I would never have seen the Rob Lowe commercials if I did that.
Sometimes…some of you know that this blog is more than sports…it is an extension of myself and I would do it if I had thousands of followers or 2 (I have more than 2 so you know).
Which brings me to this. I give shout outs, I talk shit, and I just write what I feel. I never use last names, and I never give info that is non public. Well, I have a full list, but I feel the farthest from a blogging state of mind. To the person this is written to, I am so sorry for what happened this weekend. I can name three people of the top of my head who GET me. You know that I might be a dick at a bar, but I also give a dollar to bums, never stolen anything, and would help an old woman across the street. He also knows I cry like a baby when a dog dies in a movie. He knows I also take credit for his marriage, as I was drunk and went up to a girl and said he liked her and had for a long time. I don’t feel bad now about that night…because they are happily married. This is a dude who came to my “wedding” in San Diego and listened to me air out a few days later how she was sleeping with her best friend’s brother. I got a call today that changed everything for me today. My life seems silly compared to this person’s loss. Actually, I don’t even know if I will post this. I am sickened by his loss. This is to you, my friend. There is nothing I can write that would make you feel better. There is nothing I can write to change anything. There is nothing I can write to make my day better because of what you are feeling. All I can say is…thank you for being my friend, thanks for always getting my back, I would stop life like Lucy if I could to change this weekend, and I would literally take a bullet for you. You are one of the most fantastic people I have ever met or heard of. I am signing off. Because either this teared me up, or a dog died in a movie somewhere in the world. That is all for today. Traveling tomorrow. Short flight. Maybe I will blog then. Not sure. Blogging seems so silly compared to the phone call I got two hours ago. And my tribute to you…well, we will keep that between you and me. Most amazing thing I have ever heard in my LIFE. 41 years. Much love. You are adorable.
