Cold Beer and Remote Control

Okay sports fans - and away we go!

It was a hell of a weekend. Saturday at my cousins I watched my MSU Spartans kick some Indiana ass. And then gloated as U of M got it stuffed to them in the final 5 by Iowa. As you do. God I hate U of M with a passion. They're going down in a cart wheeling ball of flames.

But moments later in a jaw dropping play at the plate my Giants were robbed - ROBBED I tell ya! By the Marlins!?! The friggin' wildcard team! Giants on top all year and to perform so poorly. I was crushed. But there was no crying because there's no crying in baseball - BUT there was a hell of a lot of foul four letter screaming and much forehead smacking. Unbelievable.

Yesterday I planted my ass in my living room for a full day. The 49ers barely eked one past the Lions in what was probably the worst football I've seen played in quite some time. Fuck Terrell Owens and his big fat mouth. He's such an ass. He didn't even reach for what might have been a touchdown pass. He'd better shut the hell up now or I'm going to have to go up there... But they won. An ugly win is still a win and that's what counts.

I then flipped over to the Red Sox pulling it out to go to game 5. I don't have any fingernails left for tonight damn it! Much rejoicing and dancing. The Twins? Well, sorry Minnesota fans - but ya had to see that one coming didn't ya?

Then there's The Cubs. The mother fucking Cubs... Now there's something to celebrate. Sweet!

Solonor is right. Red Sox vs. Cubs = Armageddon. Prepare for the rapture folks.