This (edited) quote from the movie "The Football Factory" accurately sums up a lot of my feelings right now:
"Are you gonna sit in some poxy office with a cunt for a boss telling you what to do as you count your pennies trying to make ends meet in a country that's sinking into strikes and wars and at the end of the day you go home to your cozy little flat in 'nowheresville' and pull your IKEA curtains shut to hide from the big bad world and pretend it's not happening?
Or are you gonna stand up and be counted, make a difference and feel the rush? Just for once say "fuck it". I'm coiled up like a spring and I'm ready to burst and wanking ain't doing it anymore. I need violence to make me feel I'm still alive. I know what I'd rather do, mate. Old Firm Derby Love it!"
I'm way too into sports to be honest, but I recently came to the epiphany after reading Fever Pitch that my unquenchable thirst for sports came from a way to replace my father and to inject what it means to be a man into my life.
Anyways, the world's biggest sports rivalry is taking place tomorrow, and because of it I've been on edge all day.
I can hardly focus because this game is so vital to my team, Celtic, not just to advance in the CIS Cup Competition, but it means so much to so many people around the world.
One of the reasons I love the sport of soccer so much is because its not just about where you are born that makes your team YOUR team. Its the only sport that has political and social contexts, and that is what makes the high of winning so much sweeter, and the depression of losing so much worse.
Anyways, I'm tense as hell and until this game is over I won't get that release I'm looking for. I need to go work out to lose some of this nervous energy. I'm off for my late night lifting session at the Iron pit.
Roll on tomorrow, Glasgow Celtic shall triumph. Let's go Bhoys.
Ah! I forgot to add this:
FIFA has not yet refunded my money for the World Cup Tickets that we missed out on in the first round of the allocation. Now, that's 1900 dollars...and its been since April...I'm beginning to worry.
"Are you gonna sit in some poxy office with a cunt for a boss telling you what to do as you count your pennies trying to make ends meet in a country that's sinking into strikes and wars and at the end of the day you go home to your cozy little flat in 'nowheresville' and pull your IKEA curtains shut to hide from the big bad world and pretend it's not happening?
Or are you gonna stand up and be counted, make a difference and feel the rush? Just for once say "fuck it". I'm coiled up like a spring and I'm ready to burst and wanking ain't doing it anymore. I need violence to make me feel I'm still alive. I know what I'd rather do, mate. Old Firm Derby Love it!"
I'm way too into sports to be honest, but I recently came to the epiphany after reading Fever Pitch that my unquenchable thirst for sports came from a way to replace my father and to inject what it means to be a man into my life.
Anyways, the world's biggest sports rivalry is taking place tomorrow, and because of it I've been on edge all day.
I can hardly focus because this game is so vital to my team, Celtic, not just to advance in the CIS Cup Competition, but it means so much to so many people around the world.
One of the reasons I love the sport of soccer so much is because its not just about where you are born that makes your team YOUR team. Its the only sport that has political and social contexts, and that is what makes the high of winning so much sweeter, and the depression of losing so much worse.
Anyways, I'm tense as hell and until this game is over I won't get that release I'm looking for. I need to go work out to lose some of this nervous energy. I'm off for my late night lifting session at the Iron pit.
Roll on tomorrow, Glasgow Celtic shall triumph. Let's go Bhoys.
Ah! I forgot to add this:
FIFA has not yet refunded my money for the World Cup Tickets that we missed out on in the first round of the allocation. Now, that's 1900 dollars...and its been since April...I'm beginning to worry.
masturbation is the only way i'm able to fall asleep at night. otherwise i'll lie in bed for hours. believe me. i tried.
-kay'
actually i'm not sure where my gran-dawg got them. or what brand they are. but they are amazing.
i get wet.
-kay'