Being deployed to Iraq makes it hard to watch sporting events from the states live. They don't show very many, and when they do show them they are on at the ass-crack of dawn. Lucky me, I work right through the ass crack of dawn so I couldn't watch them if I wanted to. What I can do though is follow along on my computer using the little gametrackers that various websites have. These things are great. They provide up to the minute stats and a little transcript of all the action. I watch these things like I am watching the game itself. Why?
Because I am a loser.
I pretend I am not only watching the game on TV, but that I am at the game.
Tonight I told Stanford's men's basketball team repeatedly that they sucked and that they were getting what they deserved. I pleaded to my Trojans to just hit a bucket. I called out "let's go" at least 4 times. I asked Tim Floyd why he didn't go back to the big lineup. I was sitting on fucking pins and needles as the game went through the final minute. It was painstakingly slow, what with time outs and all. Though I obviously didn't see the final play, I just knew that USC must have gotten jobbed on that foul call; I even let the refs know it in my own vocal way.
The thing to keep in mind is that I have coworkers in my office looking at me like I am freaking crazy. You know what though?
I really didn't care in the least. I was AT the game!!!
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Dude, Fight On! I was at dinner getting yelled at for being rude because I was answering Jorge's text messages and phone call updates every 2 seconds. The things we do for our school athletics.
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