That Time of Year-Wild Card

This is the time of the year that people start to make goals and plans for the new year. I say fuck the new year. I have no goals, hopes or dreams for the new year.

Dreaming only wounds the heart

. I would like to finish my application for grad school and be accepted but I cannot buckle down, write my essay, email professors, budget, or fill out the application. I do stuff like this every day all day with clients and I just cannot do it when I get home. So yea. That is what my comment is on '10.

Now the other thing that is this time of year: NFL Playoffs. The injury to Wes Welker hurt the Pats but I think, playing at home against the Ravens is a better chance than having to go on the road. But it will remain to be seen if Edelman can fill Welker's cleats and if Moss can you know, hang onto the bloody ball. Or if the Ravens can produce offence like last year. And the rest of wild card weekend-I hate the Jets and hope that the Bengals were just out of sync Sunday and did not want to show them too much. However, I am not that hopeful- as a Colts fan I do not want to face the Jets D. As for the NFC- Green Bay/Arizona holds no appeal for me but it would be nice to Kurt Warner continue success, however, the prospect of Vikings/Packers is so much more exciting. As for Cowboys/Eagles- I could care less. I dislike Andy Reid and McNabb and they will prob choke but the same can be said for the Cowboys, it is a playoff game and no matter how they looked on Sunday, Romo will make some dumbass decisions. Either way, it makes no difference to me.

After the success of my first foray into fantasy sport netted me a league victory is baseball, it is sad that in the football playoff bracket, I lost in the 1st round and played for third place this week. However, bittersweet to be playing one of the boys from the office. I won my division at 9-4 and came in third. Not bad for my first year at all.

Before I head to bed and end my rambles for the evening-
just a quick comment about Mike Lowell and the Red Soxs. Whatever happens Mikey, thank you. You were always a comfort to watch in the box, knowing you would come through when we needed a hit and your smiling face in the dugout (except when you got to close to Slutney) While I still hop you will play for the Sox in '10, with Beltre signing today, it remains doubtful.

On this note, I conclude for the evening.

~No one mourns the Wicked~