SPORTS STUFF

Well, that fucking sucked.  Fisting a Bud Light Lime that takes me back to my college days (the first ones), I try to gather my thoughts and get some shit out that's been building all day.  Here we go. I still remember the first time I felt this way.  Tuesday, October 13th, 1998.  The Indians had just played Game 6 of the ALCS in Yankee Stadium and lost, 9-5, crushing my 8 year old spirit.  I sat on the living room floor with my parents in my blue mesh Jim Thome jersey, carefully watching every pitch on the edge of my seat.  Things did not look good early, until Thome hit a grand slam off David Cone to the upper deck to bring the game to 6-5.  But that was it, and I was heartbroken.  And that is the way I feel every. Single. Time. My team gets eliminated.  It never changes. I remember how I used to think that certain cities deserved it over others.  Sure, the Baltimore Orioles are never a good playoff team, but the Baltimore Ravens have 2 Super Bowl victories since 2000, le