Tag: Friday The 13th

Happy Friday the 13th

Duck and cover kids, it’s not just xmas season, it’s Friday the Freaking 13th! The horror. The horror. The horror.

Here we were, Bruins fans, thinking maybe the coaching change had the desired effect on our favorite hockey team. Then the other night Winnipeg absolutely humiliated them by a score of 8-1. Was that a bad night or were they reverting to their pre-coaching change selves. Last night they lost to Seattle 5-1. Yeah… we suck. We suck bad.

Was last night just a harbinger of painful things to come on Friday the 13th? Or was it just a demonstration of how deep down… the Bruins just suck.

It’s probably just that we suck.

Hashtag sadface.

Friday the 13th

Oh no! Why didn’t anyone tell me today was Friday the 13th! I needed to prepare myself for the calendar date having no effect on the universe or anyone in it at all!

Okay. After listening to a playlist of all of David Gilmour’s solo records in reverse order yesterday, I created a playlist of all Pink Floyd records in reverse order to listen to today. The Endless River is rolling along.

Vacation is seven hours and 56 minutes away.

Friday the 13th

Somehow I failed to realize when I woke up today that it was Friday the 13th. I knew it was Friday. I am pretty sure I knew it was the 13th. Amazingly enough though, my idiot brain failed to put those two facts together.

Lately almost every day has felt like one of those, “I shoulda stayed in bed” days. Friday the 13th? It’s only 9:00am and I haven’t even started my work day yet… and I know that the day and the date together have no bearing on anything that will happen. They are just arbitrary names after all. Today just as easily could have been called Flumeday the Flibbtytenth. Still though…

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

Friday the 13th

It’s Friday the 13th. Bad luck abounds. My step son has a bug and is home sick. He’s a miserable little man right now. Hopefully once the 13th becomes the 14th the bad luck will dissipate and our little man will feel better.

Right now he’s just hanging out on the couch with his good pal Netflix. I wonder if I can find a new show for him to binge watch.

Friday the 13th and the Red Sox

When I woke up on Thursday September 12, 2013 the Boston Red Sox were in first place in the American League East Division with a magic number of eight.

When I woke up on Friday September 13, 2013 the Boston Red Sox were still in first place in the American League East Division with a magic number of eight.

Why is it that yesterday that magic number seemed tiny and all but a given (not actually a given, this is Boston after all), but today it seems massive. Eight seems gigantic, like the black hole at the center of the Milky Way gigantic. Like unimaginably vast and infinite.

That, dear Internet, is the perfect description of what it means to be a Boston sports fan. Yesterday morning they were coming off a win and all was right with the world. Today they are coming off a loss and it’s nothing but doom and gloom and horror and terror. Sure, the fact that it’s Friday the 13th and I live in a house with a black cat might be having some influence on my thinking today, but mostly it’s just a typical Boston sports fan kinda thing.

Go Red Sox. Please.