Lord knows we've all heard enough about a certain golfer and the recent discoveries of his many moral transgressions; I know I am (so much so that I'm not even going to mention his name until it is absolutely necessary). Combine that with a small problem I have with making mildly inappropriate jokes about not-entirely-appropriate-in-the-workplace topics, and this happened...
Today, there was a lady in the store looking for games for her Wii, and she wanted to know if we sold the Sports Package that comes with the system. After letting her know that you can't by that collection independent of the system, I tried to help her find other titles that had multiple sports/games on one disc. From there I started to point out other sports games which led to this:
Lady: "Well, I think I'm going to pass on the Tiger Woods."
Me: "Hm. I think you might be in the minority there."
I think I assumed that since I feel like I spend so much of my spare time doing nothing, that I would be able to focus my creative energies and spew forth something of epic literary proportions. However, breaking old habits is often more difficult when you don't even recognize what you are doing as an old habit; in this case, it's sitting in front of the t.v. watching nothing in particular while hopping around the Internet looking for social validation that, in all reality, I don't think I really require...anymore.
I was just checking my Twitter feed and I noticed that one of the people I follow (fellow Bruins fan http://twitter.com/anadeau ) had a great idea about posting blogs consisting of people's journeys, which naturally got me thinking about mine, and that in turn, lead me to the startling (to me, anyway) realization that this decade is over in 23 days. My internal archivist started recollecting what huge changes I've gone through over the last 10 years, and whether or not it would be worth writing about. The short answer is: No.
The majority of this decade has not been my friend. I started the decade in a pretty horrible state of mind and it took a lot for me to get out of that. 1994-2004 were years of my life that, given the opportunity, I would do over in an instant. In flailing efforts to get out of the rut that those years put me in, I made a couple of poor decisions that didn't help my situation any at all, and set me back a bit. That's just what happens though when you're finally sick of "the shit," and decide that you need to dig yourself out. Besides...I'd been through worse. Far, FAR worse. The best thing about coming out of all of those trials and tribulations: I have pretty flawless perspective, I think, in so much as what's important and what isn't.
Now, when I say "flawless," I realize that it's all subjective as to what works for whom and other philosophies may not mesh well with what I think is important, but when I see some of the things that people are getting really, deeply upset about, and the way that they conduct themselves on a daily basis, that's what I get upset about. Well...that and when I can't find my wallet. That really sucks. Seriously. You lose your I.D. and the only way to get it back is if you have your I.D.? WHAT THE HELL? That's why I will be completely against a universal I.D. card that takes care of everything. You lose that, you might as well just jump off of a cliff, because you will probably end up murdering someone due to the frustration from having to get a new one. But I digress...
Like I was saying, I think my perspective has finally been developed into something that works for me, and in turn that has led me to have a little more belief in myself and what I can accomplish. As I've said, I know that I'm not living my ideal existence, but I'm definitely doing a helluva lot better than I was, and that's pretty damn good enough for me. Some people in the past have seen that as complacency. I've chosen to not listen to them. A couple of whom I shut out completely. At this point in my life, you're either on the bus, or on the curb.
And yes, I'm fully aware in this picture I am punching Life in the junk. What can I say? Sometimes you have to take a "by any means necessary," attitude with things.
Seriously, what in God's name is going on in the NHL the last couple of weeks? There was this:
We get it Ovie, you're "intense." Let's take it down a smidge and leave everybody walking, mm'kay? But it's like Bruce Boudreau said (sort of, I'm paraphrasing a little), "How do you tell a guy who scores 60 goals a year he has to change his game?"
...And then there was this:
Now, I know Ballard was just having a minor rage issue on his stick, and I know there wasn't any intent, but it seems to me if you hurt a player because you're swinging your stick in anger, then maybe you should be forced to take a bit of a time-out...for a game. Just one game, but still, a game. Although this isn't the first time the NHL has seen someone with the last name of Ballard do something detrimental to the team, right Toronto?
...And there was this...
Yeah...I don't even know what to say about this. Maybe Phil's all pissed off about being on a team in last place in their division after deciding not to sign with the Bruins, who are in first.
...And then we'll top that off with a little MMA-style shenanigans by Kevin Bieksa.
C'mon! Bieksa starts the fight off with a Superman Punch? Two words: Bad. Ass.
And who the hell is this guy?
Matt Moulson seems to have come out of nowhere this season and given the Islanders a scoring threat of some sort to help out John Tavares. The unfortunate thing about all this is the crappy beer-puns, as demonstrate by the awesome voice-over done by the shmuck on this video clip.
It has been a pretty strange season so far, with an absurd amount of injuries and freak occurrences. Ask Milan Lucic. First he trashes his index finger throwing a body-check, then he comes back and after a few (awesome) games catches his skate in a rut and gets a high ankle-sprain, knocking him out another 4-6 weeks. Then there's the curious case of the Phoenix Coyotes. Not all of that Jim Balsille (or however-the-hell you spell his name) crap, but the fact that once they don't have one of the greatest players of all time at the reins, they have a winning record and are 6th in the Western Conference. Could somebody also explain to me how long someone is allowed to celebrate the centennial anniversary of their existence? And then could they go and tell the Montreal Canadiens? I thought they took care of all that last year. I guess they wanted to try again on a season that didn't end with them getting swept by the Bruins in the first round of the playoffs. Anyway, hockey is good again, and it makes me happy. Happier than a well-landed Superman punch. Seriously...that's just awesome.
