20201027: Random Post 2

Admittedly, I have a lot of faults. You don't live for this long in contemporary society without developing some nasty character flaws. I’ve been guilty of being petty, overreacting, under-reacting, and a host of other issues. Once, I sucker-punched a guy on all fours because he insulted me. I grabbed a handful of his greasy hair, pulled his head upright, and gave him two quick CRACKS! across the nose. It was the definition of a cheap shot. I’ve cheated at cards and told my fair share of tall tales. Sometimes, I feel like a walking collection of cautionary tales. Don’t believe me, just ask any of my ex-girlfriends. Even with all that being said though, I’d have to say my worst defect is my poor sportsmanship.

I can’t stand losing. When I compete, it’s like there’s a full moon out and I’m Lon Chaney Jr. I devolve into a moody and petulant man-child. One time while I was living in England, my local pub was having a bingo night. A group of friends and I decided to partake. However, when I started losing one of my more clever friends started ridiculing me. Even though it was a game of chance, I couldn’t handle the verbal abuse. Ha, I write “verbal abuse”, it was more along the lines of “that’s a tough break for you” and “how do you SUCK so badly at BINGO?!” I ended up storming out of the bar and stomping off down the road towards my house. It was a 45 minute walk on a dark curvy country road in the middle of a winter night. It was definitely not a safe or smart move on my part.

But, that was years ago; I’ve matured since then. If I was reading this to you, I don’t know if my voice would show sarcasm or sincerity. That’s the problem. It’s World Series time and I feel the October Classic electricity in the air. As it stands right now, the Dodgers (my team) have a 3-2 series lead, but are losing game 6 by a score of 0-1. It’s only the second inning, but I can already feel my bile starting to rise, my blood beginning to boil. I’d allow a medieval blood-letting with leeches if I thought it would improve my disposition. Actually, I know what would help me even more. If our lineup starts crushing the ball, I’d say that would work just fine. Let’s raise a class to the latter and hope we can all party like it’s 1988!