We the UnderDawgs up in dis, bitch.

I have always and will continue to champion for the underdogs.  Except for Rudy.  I met him in my youth, asked him to sign my Notre Dame tee shirt, and he took it.  I guess someone else needed that tee shirt a little more than I needed his stupid signature.

And I hate Notre Dame now.  It was where I wanted to go to college, a young, bright catholic boy from the cornfields of Southern Ohio.  I ended up in the CUM dumpster.  And that really sucks.

I do have a little bit of pride for my highly discriminatory alma mater, they did make it to the NAIA national title game this year.  They got their asses stomped, but as any Ohio State fan will tell you, getting to the game is a very nice consolation.  Huge amounts of exposure.

My favorite team is the Browns.  The Clowns.  They just fired the Chud.  Maybe they should hire me as a head coach.

Or my boy Jake Orr-Zody.

We used to be the Rams.  Left for the beautiful shores of LA.  Ended up in the gateway to the West St. Louis.  Beautiful arch, World Series contender Cardinals every year, and Super Bowl Champion used to be CLEAVEland Rams.

Have you heard of a man named Art Modell?  He was the owner of the Cleveland Browns franchise that ended up winning multiple Super Bowl Championships for the shitty city of Baltimore.  The same hallowed franchise that owns multiple AFC championships from football's glory days.

The Browns have a lot of draft picks this year.  They will get this ship right, and I guarantee, you will see me laughing in the end.  It will be me laughing at you, for not being a Brown's fan.

There is NO CRYING IN BASEBALL!!

Listening to some G.O.O.D. damn music this morning and typing like it is my motherf*@^ng job.

Its funny how men are conditioned to think that crying is not masculine when the opposite happens to be really the case.  My boi Knowshon Moreno, my favorite football player not on the Browns, is an example of manly men who knowshon that some tears are ok.

Had me a good cry just this morning.  And it wasn't because I was sad about any one particular thing.  In fact, it was more of a melange of all of the hurt I have experienced in my life mixed with all of the joy and happiness I receive from all of the goodwill people have displayed over the years.

The booze and the 'dro and the pills only delay the inevitable.  You clean yourself up and the feelings come rushing right back.  A little time and experience helps one to realize that we experience these feelings for a reason...to evolve our character into something better, faster, stronger.

We are not robots.  We are supposed to have ups and downs, and as human beings we will experience our share of failure from time to time.  But even the dirty old stinkin' coal that I received for Christmas can with time and unimaginable pressure eventually turn into flossy diamonds.

Plus, once you've cried, you actually feel a lot better!  And you move on.

Just a few things I am lookin' forward to....taking a Jeopardy quiz next week to see if I can't get on Trebek's nerves like white on rice and make some cash money.  Publishing my second novel which is really quite close to being ready.  I think it will be something I can look back on some day and be proud of.   I enjoy reading it at the very least, and I think I can be pretty critical from time to time so it will receive my seal of approval.

Anyhow, better get back to it.  Like I always say...deez books don't write dem'selves.  One Love.  Ach.

Its Xmas thyme

So its that time of year again.  I used to love Christmas.  Now I am just happy to get it over with as soon as possible.  It is funny how time changes things.  A big part of why I don't like Christmas is that I am single AF and everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives with their partners.  I fell in love a couple of times.  Each time I ended up with the same results.  A heaping plate of heartache.  Now that I am older and building up barriers, it seems more and more likely that I will remain this way for the long haul. 

And you know what, I am not fine with that.

But, I will learn to manage that much I tell you.

The thing that keeps me going is fellowship.  I would say that I have some pretty good friends, and my friends give my life a little more meaning.

I wish I felt God's presence more this time of year. Afterall, aren't we supposed to be celebrating the birth of his only begotten Son?   That is God's love made human, for all of mankind.  It is weird that as a follower of God I should feel so empty this time of year.

Alas, the days grow longer, and my heart beats stronger.  I look forward to another year of life, so I can complain some more next Christmas.