I was in a downer mood. When have I been sober and in a different mood this year? There were Rivermen games, but then came the unexpected, under appreciated (from a guest standpoint) nights as a concierge. Here's to hoping they're at least in the ECHL next season, that'll be worth dealing with loud, elitist high school bastards (it was the chess championships last week), white trash sports fan and those who do not have the skills to sell cars (they do Verizon better at the corporate stores).
I've also been dealing with the fact that these kids' mascot, the Terrier, has been nagging me the last couple days. What an annoyance? I think back to my little yorkie Maully and of that same freaking Jack Russell from every sitcom in of the 90's (because I'm in a downer, both Eddies from "Frasier" are dead), and there is no way they can intimidate their opponents. I'd at least put the word "Rabid" between the city name and mascot. Then again, when they're school gets shot up because some 618 redneck's arsenal falls in the hand of their depressed kid, the headline will read "20 Rabid Terriers Shot Dead." There will be people who will think, "that makes sense. What else do you do with the rabid?"
Rationalization 17: Facebook is for baby pictures, not politics.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
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