Is there such a thing as Emotional ADD?

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My review of Game 7 last night thru 3 quarters
Not all that bad, officials haven't been horrible, I haven't yelled once, people are smart enough to leave me alone while I watch the game, Celtics are starting to look timid. The only call I hate, and I hate it when I'm watching a Clippers/Bucks tilt in January-the double technical foul. Either call it on one person or don't call it. Can NHL refs call a 'Double-Dive'? Didn't think so. Can a baseball ump call you out and safe at the same time? Nope. Can a Football ref call holding and false start? Why yes, yes he can...you know what happens? They replay the down!

My review of Game 7 during the 4th quarter
Are you F@#$ing kidding me???!! 12-5 in fouls. Overall the Lakers get a 37-17 free throw attempt advantage, which only enhances the fact (yes, it's a fact) that they dominated the C's on the boards. You can't teach height, and the Lakers had it. I do like that the simple stat that the team that won the rebounding edge in each game won that game. That's fine. But someone-Yes, I'm staring at you Joey Crawford, Danny Crawford and Scott Foster-better start explaining the discrepancy come this quarter. Or I may honestly start questioning the validity of every NBA Championship since the Pistons repeated two decades ago. No, not because my favorite team lost. A 20 attempt discrepancy screams something else.
Now, Kobe Bryant getting the MVP of the series? That's the best joke I've heard all year. Who was watching this series and in turn watching Kobe chuck at a 25% clip last night? MVP? Fine, I'll grit my teeth and bare it...Ron Artest. He man-handled Paul Pierce all series, managed to get 2(!) double techs called during the series and made game 6 real easy for the Lakers and totally won that game last night. Great D and clutch shooting. Kobe? 6 for 24 in the biggest game of his life. Bitched at his teammates the whole series. I hate him, I admit it. Yes, he's a fantastic scorer. He's also an ass. And makes no one better. Please, don't tell me about his fantastic 19 point 3rd quarter in Game 5...which they lost! Basketball is a team game, and if it weren't for Artest and Gasol, Kobe would be crying about his 'crappy' teammates again. Open note to NBA commissioner David Stern-could you just tell us who you like next year so I know where to place my wager?
Oh, and to the 3 people who decided to call me to talk smack the moment the Lakers took the lead?-Be prepared, I will either not answer the phone next time, or answer it and tell you what I hope happens to you in the coming days. That was beyond rude. So, don't talk to me for weeks (and in one case-5 years!) and then have the, ahem, balls to call me? Since those numbers are not in my contact list anymore, I answer just in case that could be a potential employer (as I did get a phone call at 7 a couple weeks ago, anything is possible, and face it, I need a job), so I feel like my goodwill was being taken advantage of. Politely to those people, piss off.

My Sports goal for 2010
Well, this is not a bragging statement, but I would like to think that I know quite a bit about football (pro, which ironically seems less about money than college), basketball (really you would have thought thru 3 quarters last night I was watching a History Channel documentary about ancient Aztec fighting techniques), and baseball (I love going to games on like a Wednesday night, no one is there and I can be left in peace to eat a hot dog, drink a beer and just enjoy the sounds, leave it alone). What 'major' sport do I not know as much as I ought to know about? Hmmm. What sport have I never heard people who know the sport bitch about officiating? What is the best sport to watch live? Oh, that would be the Canucker national past-time, also known as hockey. No, there will not be a 'Hockey for Dummies' book purchased, damn I am not that lame. Or a 19 year old girl trying to impress her new boyfriend. I know enough but I don't know nearly enough...make sense? So I will spend some of my time (I can't call it 'downtime' as I have nothing to be 'down' from-I'm not working) checking out some stats and historical type stuff. At least I've been to the Hall of Fame in Toronto already (special thanks to Kenny!) and seen the Stanley Cup, I'm one (or is it two) on most. By the way, what has two thumbs and called the 'Hawks in 6 to win the Cup? Oh yeah, this guy!

Oh, and the playoff beard has been trimmed down quite nicely so that I no longer look like a fat homeless guy siphoning off more than one bowl of free soup. Whoop-di-damn-doo.

On the job hunt front
Classic-this is a direct copy/paste from the email I received this morning:
"While your qualification and background are impressive, we have decided not to fill this position at this time. Your application will be kept on file for future consideration."
How awesome is that?! And the hits just keep on...comin'!!!

Been two weeks
And no, no I will not be talking about my Friday night in Boston. Why? Because it's been two weeks and I can barely process it. While my confusion (my confusion, and only my confusion) has been discussed ad nauseam, it has no impact on my ability to overthink whether or not I move home. Yes, I said it, home. That's my home. Why? That's where Ma Dukes is. Maybe someday if I have my own family that will be home, but right now, home is where Moms is at. I could probably boil that Friday night into two words if I had a gun at my head, but I don't, so I'm not going to. Go figure, the guy that can't shut his yap doesn't want to write about it on his own blog, which all of 3 (4?) people read. You know what? I take that back, I do have it written down, but it's in a file on a memory stick not attached to my laptop, and right now it's for me. Chances are real good it stays that way. Why? Because you can't change the past or anything smart or stupid you said. There, that's why.

Fathers Day
I have some fantastic friends, some who even have the nerve (?, or is it guts, or concern?) to ask me how I'm doing this week. As you know, Fathers Day is this Sunday. And this might, or it might not, explain this blog-like why it may come across as more aggravated than normal. This Fathers Day coming up is worse for me than last year. Why? I don't know. Maybe it's because I am making a mountain out of a molehill concerning whether or not to move to Boston. Maybe it's because I haven't had a job in over 10 months and I am doubting my own abilities (oh, you have no idea). Maybe because if he were here right now I could pick up the damn phone and he'd smack me into place (I've been known to need that from time to time). Or he'd just tell me to trust myself. He was like the only person who could calm me down, not because I'm hyper, but because he'd know when my mind was racing all over the place and couldn't get back on track. He was an awesome person that way. He knew when to push and when to pull back. Very rare these days. I miss him a whole lot, especially when I feel like I'm such a damn trainwreck, also known as a duck on a pond. Don't let the cool exterior fool you, I'm looking for an answer to a question that I know in my heart has no answer. Let that rattle around your noggin for like 5 seconds and then think about what you would do if you had nothing but time on your hands...sounds like a freakin' blast, doesn't it? That's not to make you, the reader, feel bad or guilty. It's my blog, I'm honest to a fault. I'm also apparently wordy (nothing like being told that twice in a week-can I get my own radio show?), and by being wordy I give out details. That's what makes it fun.
I was lucky enough to be invited over a friend's house the other night for dinner, and his wife was out. Her father passed away 3 months ago. He asked me how I was doing. Truth? Not good. I need a hug. He wanted to know what to expect, and as someone who has gone thru it, is farther along in going thru it, I guess I'm a resident expert. I told him that there are the stages, the anger, the laughter, the depression, the reasoning (not in this order, we're all different), but for me, and probably with his wife, the one that will linger the longest-it's the guilt. At least that's the way it was (is?) for me. And my buddy told me that's the big one his wife has been going thru so far. Like she could have done more. My advice? Listen, and if she asks anything, just to remind her of all the good times and all the times she hung out with her Dad.
For me, that's what I'll be doing on Sunday. After I talk to my Mom, I'll call my dipshit brother to make sure he's okay, then I will be at the end of a bar for a couple of beers and then the shift to the next cocktail.
Something my little 'friend' doesn't know, but I'm going to tell her, and you all, right now. Before she moved to Boston, she asked a bunch of her friends to get dressed up for a nice dinner. I suited up, buzzed out of work early to go home and change and then boogied up to Boulder. During the ordering of cocktails, I ordered what I ordered, and was chastised by someone else because it wasn't good vodka. What that, ahem, 'person' didn't know, was that was my Pops drink of choice. It took every fiber of my being not to bounce that guy's melon off the table and wipe the restaurant with him. I pay homage my own way, all day, every damn day, and that little incident, while most would blow off, still irks me, mostly because others at the table laughed, and I figured better to take the small jab than to make everyone else feel like shit. I didn't want to ruin dinner, but I can say my night was different after that. This little story wasn't told to make anyone feel bad, it really wasn't. It's my truth, how my prism of the world was working that night, and oh how fortunate some people are being blinded by their own ignorance. Granted, I'll never see that guy again, but I don't want to, either.

On to better things, and better days. You won't be hearing from me for a few days, I need to go on my own self-prescribed sabbatical. I swear the older I get the more gray things get. No, not my mood, but my answers. Used to think everything was black and white. Oh how I could not have been more wrong. Time to consult my gut and see what happens.

Happy Friday to you, and if you are a Father, or have a Father, Happy Fathers Day, and recognize your importance in the world.

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