Is today the day?  He’s been posting to this retarded little site at least once a day, every day since November 2008.  Sure, some of those early posts got moved to the private page, but at the time they were posted they were public, and there hasn’t been a single day since the account was opened that the public page hasn’t seen at least one post.

But nothing today.  Sure, it’s only 4:00, but he usually posts at least one stupid thing by now.  Today?  Nothing.  Maybe today is the day he finally fails.  Maybe today is the day he finally gives it a miss.  Naw, maybe he’s just busy.  Maybe he had a meeting in another building and had to truck back and forth.

Or maybe he’s just not caring today.  Maybe today he just said, “Screw it.  I ain’t sharing crap today.”  Yeah, maybe today is the day.

What?

Oh… wait…

Sorry.

Thanks Tim.

Earlier this year the Bruins organization took a big step toward spoiling the Stanley Cup Championship for me by signing convicted felon Joe Corvo.

Yesterday Tim Thomas finished the job.

He took the one final opportunity we had to bask in the glory of last year’s Championship and turned it into a half baked political statement.  The Bruins went to the White House yesterday and had their balls washed (figuratively) by The President of the United States of America.  The most powerful man in the world gave a five minute speech where he told the universe that the Bruins kicked every flavor of ass.  He even pumped Timmy Thomas’ tires for him by specifically mentioning how unbelievably awesome Thomas played.

And Timmy Thomas decided to turn it into a political statement by boycotting the event.  Thomas made a statement that said it had nothing to do with the political party, and that the government is out of control, and how the country is not what the founding fathers envisioned when they wrote the Constitution.  Well Timothy, the Constitution made slavery legal… should we bring back that institution?  It’s what the founding fathers envisioned.  Women weren’t allowed to vote.  It took a Constitutional amendment to give them that right.  Should we take that away now because it’s not what the founding fathers envisioned?

Sports are escapism.  We watch sports because we want to stop worrying about the real world.  Thanks a pant load Tim for trying to turn yesterday into some sort of lame protest rather than what it really was:  A chance for the Bruins organization to shine one more time.  A photo op.  A (probably) once in a lifetime chance to visit the one time residence of both Thomas Jefferson and Abraham Lincoln.  And Tim, if you really wanted to make a powerful statement you should have manned up and met President Obama, shook his hand, looked him in the eye, and told him to his face how you feel about the job he’s doing.  Instead, you took your ball and went home like a friggin’ cry baby.

And for the record, this rant has nothing to do with whether or not I support President Obama’s policies.  I felt the same way when Theo Epstein blew off President Bush and words cannot describe how happy I was to see the end of that particular administration.  That’s about the politest way I can sum up my feelings on that political subject.

I would have been more than pleased to never learn a single thing about your political beliefs.  As long as you play hockey professionally I just don’t care.  That’s the very thing that makes being a sports fan enjoyable.  People from all walks of life with all sorts of various beliefs and opinions can come together and support a team as one.  The use of the word “nation” is very fitting in that respect.  Bruins Nation is made up of countless different people with countless different ways of viewing the world and we all came together to back you and your team… and you pissed on that.  Thanks Tim.

The cat is back in the laundry basket. What is the appeal, Patches? I need to know!

Eight days and a wake up until the start of the RPM Challenge.  I sort of want it to start now.  I have this urge to try to write bass lines on the keyboard and then come up with guitar parts that fit and then place both parts over some sort of percussion beat and then stress out majorly over lyrics and melodies and then pick a few spots within the song structure to play excessive guitar solos that don’t really add anything to the overall experience other than being fun for me.

Yeah, I’m getting that feeling again.  That RPM Challenge feeling.

I can’t remember exactly when I stopped trying to give a shit about football. It was before the Patriots won their first super bowl. It might even have been before the Patriots lost to Green Bay in the super bowl, whatever year that was.

I know I watched each of their super bowl appearances, and I certainly took the requisite pride in a home town championship, but over all football just became boring to me at some point in the distant past.

Having said that, I must state that I would sure like another crack at those Giants pukes and that little bitch of a mini-Manning as payback for screwing up our perfect season four years ago.

Go Patriots!

Further, didn’t the AFC Championship game tonight bear a striking resemblance to the film Ace Ventura: Pet Detective? Is the Baltimore kicker going to turn into Sean Young now?

In all honesty though, now the fans in Baltimore have a slight taste of what it was like to be a Pats fan pre-Bellichick/Brady, or a Red Sox fan between 1919 and 2003…

In other words, it sucks about as bad as being a sports fan can suck. I feel for you, friends in Maryland, even as I laughed my gigantic fat ass off as the NBC cameras panned across the stunned faces of the Ravens players.

Solidarity, but only so far… if you catch my drift.

Again, Go Patriots!

Addendum to last night’s deer posts…

The sun is up and the deer are once again nowhere to be seen.

Stupid dumb jerk camera shy deer.

Our fireplace taken with an 8 second exposure. Woah!