So the super bowl is tonight, but before my pick for the big game, let me tell a story that makes me very happy.

So the time is about 9:30 PM, I've been sitting at home all day, bored out of my skull. My best friend Eric is at Millersville, and my buddy David is sick at home, so I have nobody to hang out with.

Then I get an IM from Megan.

Megan goes to Millersville, and went to CB East. She's dated one of my friends, Jordan for almost two years now. We didn't meet until last year at a party where she started a long standing tradition of "harassing" me at parties. It mainly means when she sees me at a party she will come and sit on my lap and we'll talk pretty much the entire time. Her and two of her friends, Erika and Julia have mastered this art over the year I've been attending parties at Millersville.

Megan and I talk often, but have never actually hung out outside of party situations.

Anyway, she IMs me and it turns out she's in Doylestown! So I suggested that we hang out. So she comes up with the idea of going to a local diner.

Possibly the greatest idea ever.

We actually got to know each other for the first time. I talk to this girl more than most people, but have never really gotten to know her, and I'm not gonna lie, it was fantastic. We sat there for three and a half hours, drinking coffee and talking about anything and everything, from how much math sucks (equations are the devil's sentences), to drunken horror stories, to what we are studying in school.

I was going to go to bed at 10:30 tonight, and I'm so happy I didn't, because this was one of the most satisfying nights I've had in a long time. Just sitting at a diner, drinking coffee, and talking with somebody truely interesting.

And the best part is, as gorgeous and interesting as this girl is, I felt no need to hit on her, because:

A) her boyfriend is one of the coolest guys I know, just very relaxed and laid back and has been one of those acquaintences of mine for so many years that I would actually consider him as one of my friends.

B) It was just so nice that I could actually sit down like that, and get to know somebody. Because let's face it, 80 percent of the people I meet and give a chance to be my friend, it turns out I can't stand them, sorry, I'm an asshole, and I've come to terms with that.

and C) I haven't just sat down with a girl in such a long time and just gotten to know her as a friend. I missed it, and I'm really happy about tonight. Seriously, I can't even understand it. It's ineffable.

Coffee and cigarettes, kids. It brings people together.

Anyway, I made a friend of mine become a good friend tonight and I'm ecstatic about it. And I felt I had to make tribute to it somehow, and HEY I HAVE A BLOG!!!

Okay, stuff about my happiness ends here.

Time to talk football.

Colts vs. Bears.

The Bears beat the Patriots in the '86 Superbowl.
The Colts beat the Patriots to get to this Superbowl.

I don't like either of these teams, but Peyton Manning is the best quarterback in the league, and has earned my respect and love over the years. The guy deserves a ring, and he has the best chance he's gonna get to win it this year.

Colts 31 Bears 17.

Love,
Chris

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Thanks, a-holes.

Whatev, I had fun during my NWF debut.

Anyway, I'm back in Pennsylvania after being in Delaware for what seemed like forever... and I'm right back to being bored.

And it's fucking snowing, I hate winter, I can't wait to abandon the north for warmer lands.

Anyway, fact of the matter is, I got up to Millersville on Saturday. Night full of both good and bad decisions... still trying to figure out which side wins there though.

Looking for a job, still.. Gah nothing around here, gotta go start applying at banks on Monday, should be fun.

But back to the snow. I will not be going outside until this shit stops. I'm sick of it. Why can't winter just shoot it's load in November/December and let my FUCKING BIRTHDAY BE GREEN.

Ice and I don't get along, and snow merely supports ice, so snow and I don't get along. See how it works?

Anyway, that's all I've really got for you today. I'll be back with more stuff tomorrow. I can't guarantee excellence, but I'll try.

But for now... off to read some Hebrew and hope David calls and stops by, the lanky fucker.

Love,
Chris

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HI EVERYBODY!!!

Oh man, I want to get into boxing again. There was a year there where everything I did was associated with boxing. I miss it.

Maybe it's me watching Rocky I-V at least 3 times each in the past 4 days.

Maybe it's watching a couple of fights on demand.

All I know is, I miss it, and I wish I lived in a shitty city where there were slummy boxing gyms I could go to constantly.

Instead, I live in rich-ass Doylestown where your best bet is a kickboxing gym where middle-women go to still feel sexy.

That's no good. I need a place like where Apollo Creed started out. The kind of place where you walk in as a jewish white guy, and everybody in the gym freezes and looks at you like you're a fucking giraffe. And then you have to prove yourself with your talent.

I watch too many movies.

Anyway, point is, I miss boxing. And I require seeing and doing a whole lot more of it, and maybe even finding a grungy-nuff Boxing Gym in Bucks County.

Or I could look for a needle in a haystack.

Wonder which one I'd find first.

Love,
Chris


PS: I'm involved in an NWF thingy, haha.. a little vote action for me would be nice. Thanks folks.

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oh my God.

First off, I'm just gonna mention this once then it's gone...

Nobody likes to read the long posts?

Fuck it, I'm not doing this for you all.

Anyway, I am freakin' so bored right now. Beyond bored... getting to the point of wanting to annihilate myself or commit a crime for the sake of a change in scenery.

I'm trying to schmooze my way up to Millersville for a night this weekend. That's probably not gonna work out, but the effort is definitely there. There's even a fund on facebook to get me out there, haha. 18 dollars is all it takes.

And I'd have a lot more to say... but my hands seem to think the community sees a long post from me and just clicks that old back arrow.

They're pissed.. do you see what you did, people?

Love,
Chris

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Crap.

So yesterday the Patriots blew an 18 point lead and lost to the friggen Colts in the AFC championship game.

Three minutes into the game Peyton Manning looked like he was screwed. His team was down, and it appeared they were out. However, they found a way to come back, and 11 minutes into the second half, they had tied the game at 21 a piece.

Eventually, they'd go on to take a four point lead with exactly one minute left, setting Tom Brady up for another fourth quarter post season miracle.

But it wasn't to be. Not this time. The Colts picked Brady off and were on their way to the Super Bowl. To play the Bears...

When the Patriots started winning Super Bowls, I made it abundantly clear that I wanted them to play the Packers and the Bears. The two teams that had beaten the Patriots in Super Bowls past. And when the Bears made it through the NFC title game yesterday, the stars were aligning. And when that last pass was intercepted, my brother and I looked at each other and realized we were waiting for it to happen. We were waiting for the other foot to drop.

And that's when I realized something beyond awful.

I forgot what it was like to be a Boston Sports fan.

The past 5 years had spoiled me. Ever since 2001, the Patriots were the most dominant post season team in sports. They could come from any deficit to win a game in the playoffs. Behind Tom Brady (the best big game quarterback in 20 years) and Bill Bellichick (one of the top 7 head coaches in NFL history) the Patriots seemed invincible as soon as they got to the playoffs.

Not to mention, in 2004 the Red Sox won the World Series. Are you fucking serious? THE RED SOX? It's been over two years and I still can't believe that happened. I've watched those games at least 100 times, and I am still in denial of it. My business was being a Boston Fan, and since 2001 business was good.

But here's my point. Any Boston fan or Philadelphia fan knows the feeling. Watching your team in an important game, it's close, your team is staying competitive, but you KNOW that something is going to happen, you're waiting for that other foot to drop, and you know when it does it's going to be devastating.

1997, The Patriots lose to the Packers in the Super Bowl because of Desmond Howard returning kicks.

1999, The Red Sox lose in the ALCS to the Yankees after defeating the Indians in an amazing AL Divisional Series. During the Indians series, Pedro Martinez had what many still consider the performance of his life, giving all of us hope that it might be the year they did it. Alas, the Yankees shut that door again.

2003, ALCS. Game Seven. THE SOX PUSHED A GAME SEVEN against the Yankees. Hell, game 7 went to extra innings. And after blowing a 5 run lead in the earlier part of the game, the Sox lost the Championship Series again, this time off of the bat of Aaron Boone. Who sent a walk-off series ending home run over the left field wall in Yankee Stadium.

Now allbeit, by this time, Football was secured for me. The Patriots had defeated the Rams in the Super Bowl in 2001. And two years later took the Panthers in the Superbowl.

But what is really terrible about the above examples of tough times, is that it is just in my life time. And that's only a few of them. We left the Celtics out of it, and the years of my Bruins fandom before abandoning to go to the Flyers (who are ATROCIOUS THIS YEAR).

The Patriots and the Red Sox had both broken my heart for so long. But 2004 came along. That magical year. It started with the Patriots beating the Eagles in Super Bowl XXXIX. Which was sweet because during the game I was surrounded with obnoxious freakin' Eagles fans. So that felt good, especially since I was in a wheelchair at the time, I needed that.

And when that feel good feeling was about to wear off. October of 2004 rolled around. The ALCS. Red Sox vs. Yankees.

The Yankees went up 3 games to 0. One more, and another tragic collapse of Boston is complete.

But Boston won game 4 in amazing walk off fashion.
Then they won game 5.
And game 6. Holy SHIT they forced game 7 again.

And this time they would not be denied. They blew the Yankees out in game 7, and would play the Cardinals in the World Series, and on October 27th, 2004 they completed the four game sweep.

Anyway. Point is, I've been spoiled. And it's especially clear that you've been spoiled when you live around Philadelphia fans, who have been tortured since 1983.

But that feeling came back yesterday. And that is a terrible feeling to have. With the exception of the Gotwols family, every Philadelphia fan I know goes diving face first into any possible good sports scenario, and don't even imagine what it would be like to lose.

There's the difference.

Boston fans always expect the absolute worst. They expect to snatch defeat from the clutches of victory.

But that feeling had gone away. And with one minute left in the game yesterday, my brother, father and I were all waiting for that other foot to drop.

And we all knew it when we felt it, and we all knew that as soon as you start to feel it, there's not stopping it from happening.

It's over now, though. I have to root for the COLTS in the friggen Super Bowl. I enjoy Peyton Manning, I like Tony Dungy, Gary Brackett is a great defensive player. Other than that, I pretty much can't stand the Colts.

But that being said...

I hate those Bears.

Love,
Chris

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I didn't even do anything tonight.

And yet here I sit at 3:26 AM.

But, good news on the music front! I'm in talks right now with a guitarist who lays some grooooovy shit down. I'm very excited about this.

Also, cigarettes accomplished because I'm surrounded by enablers

Anyway, I'm stable again, there was a lapse of sanity there, but it's all good.

Also, working on a screenplay outline, that makes me happy. Plus I've got Dave collaborating... maybe soon I will enlist the help of C.J. and we'll be on our way with this thing.

Ummmm what else. Meh, not much of anything, watched Silent Hill.. fell asleep during Silent Hill.. that's when you know a movie just isn't freakin' scary. I've heard it described as "walking through somebody else's nightmare" and frankly, the nightmare was that the movie is over 2 hours long. And I only got 15 minutes of sleep during it... and I was suddenly refreshed... hooray narcolepsy?

Other than that... boredom ensues... and will increase tomorrow when I go to Delaware for 10 days... because at damn near the age of 20, I still cannot be trusted to be alone in this house.

Love,
Chris

UPDATE: 3:40 AM

Okay, I was just reading some of my past entries, and I read the one about why I'm in Doylestown and not Millersville... and frankly, I can do better than this shitty entry.

Here's my solemn pledge, readers:

I will do my best to get these shit ass little blurbs out of my head, and actually get down to the nitty-gritty. Things that actually mean something to me. And if the Patriots can manage to pull off a win today... well hey, you're guarunteed one.

Love again,
Chris

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