Usually, after a particularly bad day or couple of days, I can look back and say 'well, at least...' But, not this time. This wasn't 'it was the best of times, it was the worst of times'; it was just simply the worst of times all around. Yeah, the OU game sucked, but honestly, who wasn't expecting that result? I can't say that I had any sort of confidence that they would even make a game of it as long as they did; I have all the faith in Bob Stoops in the world, but sometimes there is just too much talent on the other side that outcoaching can't overcome.
That said, I didn't believe in the Red Sox this year either, but maybe that was to be expected as well. I didn't get content after the World Series win, I definitely wanted more. But I knew that this wasn't to be the year. Too many injuries, too many outspoken personalities, too many superstar athletes doubling as whiny immature crybabies. But that's just my opinion, what does it matter?
Anyway, now my addiction to sports is over for the year, b/c honestly, I'm not that into OU football this year - call me bandwagon or whatever, but I never got that involved until baseball season was over in the first place, and this year, I just can't bring myself to do it. So that leaves me plenty of free time to get caught up on all the things that tend to get overlooked during baseball and football season. Now I have October - February (because yes, that's when baseball season starts for me ~ during Spring Training) to do what I usually can do only in January, I plan on catching up on a lot of writing and reading.
'It's that little souvenier of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside'
It's been a good year, full of ups and downs per usual. Obviously my highlight was the World Series victory, and my lowlight was the ridiculous National Championship 'game' with USC. The biggest irony I find is that once again, Edgar Renteria makes the final out. Last year, it was bliss, this year, it was agony. But there are games left to be played. Not that I'll be watching any of them. Sure, I'll watch the OU games, but only out of habit, not out of necessity. Before you all encourage me to get off the ledge - as has already been done by more than one person, thanks for your confidence in my sanity - wait til next year!
http://newsok.com/article/1638815/?template=sports/ou
http://www.boston.com/sports/baseball/redsox/articles/2005/10/08/curses_again/
People I know, Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside
Here's where the story ends
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh I never should have said the books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it's the memories of the shed that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Oh, Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would've thought the books that you brought
Were all I loved you for
Oh the devil in me said go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It's that little souvenir of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, Here's where the story ends
