I guess nights like these just happen when you're a sports fan.
I went to my local gym to blow off some steam last night. As I pathetically attempted to jog on the treadmill, I watched Jonathan Papelbon and his stupid scowl beat the Yankees in the 9th inning. I saw a guy in a Patriots t-shirt on the treadmill across the way with a smile. This killed me inside.
Meanwhile, my years at Saint Leo University had formed me into somewhat of an Orlando Magic fan. Not to say that I would ever give up my devotion to the ever downtrodden Kinckerbockers, but I felt good cheering for the home team down there.
Until this year, they were pretty much harmless anyway, right? Watching them fall to Kobe again last night was like the salt in my already opened wound.
As much as I respect Bryant as an excellent athlete, I can't get past his arrogance of late. How could you run a special about yourself during the NBA playoffs? I wanted Superman and crew to shut him down, and make him look like a fool.
Unfortunately, the only team getting retribution for its years of arrogance and ill will is my favorite. The Yankees are getting what they deserve for being the baseball version of Haliburton, and it's making me a little queasy. I love the baseball team, but their front office ethics need some work.
Either way, Mickael Peitrus acting like a punk didn't make me feel any less uneasy, although I would have loved to see him knock out that goofy beanstalk Gasol. Not that I have anything against Pau, it's just that frustration when your team loses that makes you think the craziest things.
Side note: Violence in sports is wrong. I just felt the need to play out my violent, sports-nut fantasy in a very non-violent and sophomoric way.
Gasol seems like the type of dude who would be fun to hang out with, so no hard feelings, eh? At this point, I flipped the channel, and fell asleep on my couch.
Not a happy night for this sports fan.