I couldn't remember what I had named my blog, so I couldn't update until just now after doing some sifting. I'm probably the only one to read this so I guess it doesn't matter either way.
You know, for as vast as the internet is, I find myself getting bored very quickly and easily. I'm always online playing poker, but I need to keep myself occupied while I play - otherwise, I play too loosely out of boredom. Right now I'm playing 1-2 limit. Things are going okay. No big pots yet so I'm down about $6 after an hour or so. I'm going to try and grind out (slowly make money) for the majority of the day and make some progress. I just lost $10 with AK after flopping the A. I hope it won't be that kind of a day.
In baseball news - spring training is here! Literally... here. I'm about 10 minutes away from the Seattle and San Diego spring training HQ. I have to make sure I get down there and watch a workout during the week. I'm also about 25 minutes from a few other teams. I may be going to the D-backs/Yankees exhibition the final two games of spring training. That would be exciting. I'd definitely be wearing my Yankee "road greys".
Something really got under my skin last night and drove me to find my blog this morning. I don't remember exactly, but the reason I got this blog was so I could vent about certain issues and satisfy the craving I still obviously have for writing. Cleveland fans booed LeBron James in the second half of last night's game. Are you kidding me? I don't care if they paid $2,000 for tickets. Cleveland fans booing James is akin to the crucifixion of Jesus Christ. HE'S THE REASON YOU'RE THERE, PEOPLE! I don't care if he shoots 0-for-20 and wears his shorts over his head. The only reason 1. anyone cares about Cleveland or the Cavs; 2. the Cavs are anywhere near a playoff; and 3. that arena has anyone in it - is LeBron James. How fairweather can you get? Your team's meal ticket to the postseason is having a bad HALF. Not game. HALF. How do you respond? Treat him like a pariah. A leper. Shower him with boos. You stay classy, Cleveland. Wait let me change the teleprompter. Go fu*k yourself, Cleveland. I thought you were supposed to be a "great" sports town. Wrong.
On a brighter note - John McEnroe, age 47 (I believe) won an ATP doubles tournament. How amazing is that? It speaks volumes about a couple different things. It really shows what an amazing doubles player he was and is. He hasn't lost what was probably the greatest touch the game has seen in the last 30 years - maybe ever. It also shows, unfortunately, how far professional doubles has fallen. There's no way any professional athlete (or two in this case) should lose in their respective sport to a man 10 years past being a tour regular and 20 years past his prime. I don't care what sport - what athlete. Michael Jordan played 5 years past his prime and just looked absolutely average. You think he did well in Washington? Go back and look again. He couldn't carry that team into the playoffs - and he had some pretty good players on that team (Kwame Brown notwithstanding). I know McEnroe played this tournament to shed some positive light on professional doubles and give it some exposure. For that purpose it worked, however, it also showed one of the faults (no pun intended) in doubles right now. The best players in the world aren't playing it.
See ya soon! (I mean it this time).
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