Sunshine Daydream

Someone I consider a good friend and part-time mentor on technical matters (captain_menace) had a request for some good stories that weren’t sports related, and I’ve been thinking about it for a couple days now. Mostly about how difficult it is to approach the task of writing here with such a concept as my goal. The past month has been a continuous riff on all I consider to be wrong in the world besides Chuck Hagel and Google, with the committed analysis of an optimist rarely seen within any of the paragraphs, and especially not within any of the most crafted paragraphs, tending to become more precise in terms of their darkness with each added moment of attention.

Though it wasn’t only the state of human suffering that bothered me, but also the state of Boston sports in general…as right now I’m only rooting for the Celtics to lose enough games to score Greg Oden in the draft & for Boston College to make it through the brick-wall portion of their upcoming ACC schedule in spite of the fact that their best low post player got kicked off the team for no doubt something canibis-related. Yes, the memory of Shawn Williams jumping out from the box in less than half a second to block a three point shot at the end of last year will have to remain as the one memory from last season to this one when I actually believed that the loss of Craig Smith could be overcome. Turns out that our point guard Rice, who was a freshman last year, can play at a very high level and with Williams prowling down low, grabbing rebounds along with Dudley, this team was good enough to win in big games down the stretch. That’s a much tougher thing to believe in now that the crack team of athletic suits at BC has managed to start off this new year as badly as they ended the last. Incompetence or a prudish expectation that doesn’t jive with reality…whatever it is, they’re cheap and embarrassing in my opinion. Great coaches who can’t get paid what they deserve, great players who have their feet sawed off on a regular basis, and a destiny that appears to be largely focused around the concept of self-flagulation for the sake of God’s approval. As for me…I’m only interested in the scoreboard, don’t care if players smoke weed and believe that the money generated through the athletic programs should largely remain within the athletic programs, hence being able to ensure a head coach like O’Brien doesn’t quit prior to the bowl game! I understand that the school is interested in being different and having the ability to look its nose down on other less-ethical programs, but there’s a big difference between merchants in the temple and paying a head football coach what the market deems he’s worth. And there’s a HUGE difference between a boozed up player raping or beating some woman and one that has THC in their urine.

So perhaps the topic I’m longing for has something to do with HBO, as I figured this weekend while pulling photos from the Rome webpage, but they’re still drying…good news about Verenus finding his children, having been allowed to leave Mark Antony’s army and go looking in a slave camp. Quite a bit of torture in this last episode, but whadayagonnado?