Alright Sabres.
My beard is way more impressive than previous years I’ve tried growing ones. My enthusiasm is much higher than it’s been in the past, and my throat is still a little hoarse from screaming at the screen Monday night. Its on.
Category: Daily Life
These are my daily rants, stories, and what not.
My new button down work shirt has no pocket on the front.
It’s bugging the shit out of me.
Game 3
Game 3 of the playoff series against the Flyers is tonight. Beard growth is going well (over a week now), beer supply is low (will be replenished on way home from work) and enthusiasm is high.
How I am getting my excitement up? Reviewing WGR’s 55 Reasons to hate the Philadelphia Flyers.
Transcredicble
From The Transcredible Exploits of Zapp Branigan:
Emperor Chop Chop: No one can save you now, Leela.
Leela Actress: Well, what about Zapp Brannigan?
Emperor Chop Chop: Well, obviously, Zapp Brannigan can save you, but— [the door opens and Zapp, walks in] Zapp Brannigan!
Zapp: So, Emperor Chop Chop, once again we meet at last! Drop that space gun or I’ll shoot! Like so! [shoots the villain and unties the actress portraying Leela]
Leela Actress: Oh, Zapp! Tie me back up and ravish me!
Zapp: I’d like to, Leela. So I will.
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And that is why Zapp Branigan rules.
Game Two
Game Two.
To get fired up I’ve been reading sports columns from outside the Buffalo area. They all play up the Flyers while dismissing the Sabres as a team with only one talented player… Miller.
I see it as: the Flyers gave all they could in game one, played the best they can and were shut down by a Buffalo team that is capable of playing way better.
Beard and I are prepared.
Long Term Life Goals Are Overrated
Maybe it’s just me. But it’s how I feel. Part of the reason I moved from Buffalo was that I had little left to achieve.
Stay with me… At 28 I had seniority in my department, tenure, and pretty much job security for the rest of my life. I was the co-chair of my department, had a decent apartment, and was so comfortable in my environment that even when I couldn’t raise a single friend to hang out I still had places I would go just for the he’ll of it. A family wasn’t, and oddly still doesn’t top my list of priorities. Or really make the list.
But hell. It was a moment where I thought ‘either I stay here forever or I get the hell out now.’. When Pat, Dan, and myself talked about all moving away from our current situations together the night of Derek’s wedding it hit home with me. It may have just been drunken ideal talk, but I knew it was exactly what I wanted.
I set in motion plans to move despite being unsure of who would move with me, or even if anyone would. After a move and trials that are known to many I ended up in Cleveland basically living paycheck to paycheck with few to no friends around me. It was new and uncomfortable and horrible unstable. And while I’ve stabilized slightly since the move two and a half years ago, I still have no clue where I am going.
But I don’t want to. The whole point of that trip down memory lane is that the goal started out as moving away with friends in tow. That was the goal since graduating college… just no one moved away from Buffalo (shut up
Pat… You left only after I committed to move there). But it wasn’t the urge. The urge was to move. And the urge is important. Not some fictional idealized goal.
Fuck long term goals. Live for the urge. Live for the feeling you can’t escape, not the comfort. That’s how you enjoy life. That’s how I enjoy life. I don’t know where I’ll be at 65, at 50, at 40. I don’t even know where I’ll be in three years at 35. But I know when that urge or feeling hits I’ll follow it. Fuck Long Term Goals. Fuck the Ideal. Enjoy what you have and where you are and the urge that you can’t escape. Trust that the universe likes you, it created you didn’t it, everything will work out.
This has been a slightly inebriated rant by AJ. Hope you all enjoyed it.
P.S. – Go Sabres