It’s once again Monday. Once again there was no Football or Jousting on for me to write about. So I invited some friends over yesterday, we ate about 7lbs of pork bbq and drank beer. (Not those damned Miller Lite punch top cans either.)
And what did we do? Well what the hell do a bunch of 30-somethings do when they get together? Sat around and thanked god we didn’t have to work on Sunday. That we had the day off to shoot the shit, eat the pig and drink the beer. That’s a good Sunday in my book.
If you need therapy, you can’t beat hanging out with some friends and having good food. Screw Xanax and Prozac, hand me a six pack and a plate piled high with grub and my mood improves immediately. Add a couple of friends, and it’s just utopia.
We tried to find something to watch on TV. Since I don’t really like MLB, I don’t have the special package that lets you see all the games, and there wasn’t anyone playing yesterday in our area, so I tried Hockey. I like hockey, but I don’t understand it, and finally I found a college baseball game to watch. That’s something I can get into. Amateurs, minor leagues, all those guys who aren’t making millions, it just feels like they’re playing harder and with more passion because they WANT to make all that money one day.
Maybe it’s just me being pedantic. I don’t know, I don’t care. Had beer, had BBQ. Beyond that, nothing matters.