A Thousand And One Cliches And Then Some

Flipping back and forth between the Celtics game and the Red Sox game did little to improve my mood tonight. Suckiness was the theme of the night as the Celts dropped Game 2 of their series against the Pacers (a sure sign that they will now lose the series, at least in my defeatist mind) and as the Sox continued to blow. Stephanie and I have agreed that I shouldn’t watch sporting events unless they’re Patriots games, because the Patriots generally don’t let me down.

And yet, I still watch.

Oh well. Tomorrow night I’ll actually be heading out to see a live baseball game for the first time in well over a decade. As I mentioned yesterday, Stef and I got tickets to see the New Hampshire Fisher Cats (a Toronto Blue Jays minor league team). It should be interesting and fun, I think.

I have nothing else to say. I have entered one of those droughts that feels as if it’s going to go on for a really long time. I did forget to mention that I saw Edgar Renteria pulling into the park’s parking lot when I was on lunch today. That was worth noting. But I have nothing profound to say about it.

I did think about the point of this webpage again, but I’m doing that a lot lately and you shouldn’t put too much stock in that. I thought a lot about my comic book/graphic novel/super sci-fi fantasy story today and you should put some stock in that. Someday, when I find an appropriate artist, it’s going to rock hardcore.

But that’s about it. I have nothing, man. My mind is a blank canvas, an empty slate, a thousand and one cliches and then some.