Postcards from the Front-End

I kick the ass.

I’m still alive.

Just did it.

Signed up for my first 10K run today:

I give hope to smokers everywhere.

Hope strangulated


Yet another team has teased me with the promise of immortal, championship glory, only to be replaced by bloodcurdling sounds of strangulation, and the body of my team found face down in a ditch.

First it was the Trojans, who dug deep and found a way to end their 35-game home winning streak to Stanford in October, losing their #1 ranking along the way.

Then in January my beloved ‘Boys pissed away a 13-3 season and home-field advantage in the playoffs by losing to the fucking Giants of all teams (a team they throttled twice in the regular season).

Last night the Lakers decided to make their own bid for Biggest Chokes Ever by blowing a 24-point lead in the first half and losing at home to the Celtics.  They’re now down 3-1 in the NBA Finals and would have to win every single remaining game to win the series.

With the way they played yesterday though, they should simply forfeit Game 5 at Staples.  The Lakers deserve to lose this fucking series.

“We just wet the bed,” Kobe said.  “A nice big one, too.  One of the ones you can’t put a towel over.  It was terrible.”

Hopefully that big wet spot keeps the Lakers from sleeping during the off-season.

A campaign to believe in