There's three things you need on the Fourth: Beer, Barbeque, and Baseball. Had my share of the first yesterday, and plenty of good BBQ all weekend long.
Very not bad day for baseball, too. Mets beat the 'Nats. Congrats to Mo, and my condolences to V-Babe. But since overall it's good for Atlanta, it's good news to me. The Fish lose. The Braves win. A shutout, no less. And the Yankees blew a 6-0 lead, so for a while there that was making me very happy as well. Not counting one bad inning full of dumb luck, you couldn't have asked for a better set of games for Independence Day.
Today was kind of important to me, outside of the NL-East games. I'll be purposely cryptic here, but the Fourth makes for a good landmark, a good milestone to measure things by. And specifically, I am so much better off than I was this time last year that it isn't even funny. I feel powerful. I feel strong. I feel alive and I feel free. Didn't realize I was nearly as bad off as I was, but by comparison I'm the king of the fucking world.
And as a side note, it's very seldom that something in professional rasslin' catches me off guard. I've seen it all, and normally I can see even the most subtly plot twists weeks in advance. After all, it's just the same handful of stories over and over again, only recast with different characters.
That being said, it tickled me immensely when the Heartbreak Kid gave Hogan the Sweet Chin Music. XD
Tags: baseball, holiday, personal, tv and movies
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