No more sports

The sadness has crept into my body, akin to withdrawl from caffeine. No more football. I gotta wait all dang year for more football. I usually feel this sports depression about the time of baseball playoffs, when the Mariners, yet again did not make it. Spring training is right around the corner, but I just am lacking the same zest for the leisure sport I usually have. The Mariners are letting me down, and, my dear M's, your number one fan's enthusiasm is waning. I'll be excited, I know it will slowly build like the anticipation of a lover whose been gone too long, but as the years progress, the unthawing of my heart for the mound takes longer. The problems with the Mariner's line up are far too long to voice here. Let me just say Hargrove is still here, 'nuff said. Either we have a streak of mad brilliance in which the M's rise to the top, or we have another mediocre year. You're right, mediocre is too lenient of a term for the performance of last years M's. I just have to say, I'll miss you Joel, I am so sad you have moved onto the PoopSox. Your trader spirit has killed my love and ignited a new fury of passion for the pinstripes. May my father forgive me.

This was my very first year as a football fan, and I took to the sport like flies to shit. I loved it. So much that I didn't even get excited, let alone pay attention to NCAA basketball, which usually holds my sport tooth over till spring training and the frenzy of baseball grows. It hit me that there is no more football this year this morning. What will I watch this Sunday? My favorite NCAA basketball teams are on the East coast, it's so infrequent that I enjoy a good game. I guess I could move onto the rest of NBA season. Or *gasp* women's pro-basketball. No, that's just crazy talk right there, screw yer head on girl!

ESPN needs a rugby channel. There is a sport that I would become dedicated too. That or men's nude wrestling, but I just don't forsee that being broadcast during the Sunday afternoon. MMMMMmmmm, nude men.