Why, why, why
I’m just sitting here trying to keep my head from banging on my desk top and no it’s not what you probably think. It’s not because the Detroit Red Wings lost in triple overtime in game 5 of the Stanley cup playoffs last night, it’s because I stayed up as late as the game went only to see that and not getting any sleep after being up all night drinking berry Flavored Maalox and asking myself the question, “what in the hell is wrong with me?” Why do I let a sport like hockey on TV just take over my life and set the tone for my next day at work and for that matter effect every other part of my day as well? I know I have blogged on this subject before but after the past few games in the Stanley Cup playoffs I had to really take a look at the price a person pays for being so wrapped up in his or hers sports team. The stomach problems, granted I could probably eat a lot better and not suffer the sour acid burning gut I seem to get every playoff season (the redwings have made the playoffs 17 straight years now so that’ made for a lot of stomach damage) which in turn effects my wallet, having to purchase various med’s and for occasional visits to the Dr.’s. My work can suffer when I’m so preoccupied with the outcome of the previous night’s game or worrying about the game coming up next that I just don’t focus on the tasks at hand that day. Relationships, well let’s just say that you can really screw things up for yourself if you let the heat of the moment (I mean the excitement in the game you’re watching) get between you and the “little lady”. And to think you can watch hours of meaningless drama on TV with them only to be looked upon like a freak when you ask them to let you just “watch” the game. But I realized last night that I just don’t watch the game, I live it, and I let every twist and turn in the contest effect the way I feel, act, speak, sleep, eat, and treat other people around me. So I just wanted to take a few moments to tell those of you who must live, work or have contact with me during these difficult times in my life to BUG THE HELL OFF till at least next week you damn…..