I was proud of the kid the other day. He had a good Basketball game. He even has a play named after him. The point yells out DSJMAN and they start the play. He swoops down from the left side under the basket and over to downtown area, gets a bounce pass, takes his shot. He was 1 for 2 on his play. Awesome shooting. A fucking play named after him. *BEAM*
I need to be around to see these things. They make me happy. Dying at 50 of a heart attack is not the way to go. I also should note that I am glad that my compadre creepy old Josie guy Lightbulb is still around.
Speaking of Basketball the backboard experiment is partial EPiC fail and partial huge success. Not sure which. This weekend I go to put up the backboard. It is freaking cold. I put stuff together and then I have the awesome task of trying to put the board up all by myself. It is some cheap plastic-composite thing his grandma got. It was already cracked on the corner when I got it.. and dropping it off the ladder while trying to balance it and trying not to break my fingers off was really bad. I cracked the top part of the board a bit.
I decided that I would be fucked by a giant donkey before I stopped doing this project though. So I strained and pushed and swore and cut my hands to shit and finally got it up on the bottom two elevator poles. I laid it down on the ladder and went to attach the top two poles and found out I am missing 3 parts. OMG! So I failed at the task, broke the board, but actually I followed through and did what I said I was going to do. So my OCD says it is a total fail and that crack is still bothering me... but I am going to look at it as a win and call the company to get the final few pieces.
Tony my man. Stop blaming everything and everyone else for your problems. Also what the hell is this Autism thing? I thought Autism was kids who rocked back and forth and sometimes could like play Mozart on their toy piano. I might be getting it wrong but reading your blog sounds more like Bi-Polar, OCD, ADHD, something like that. I swear but for the grace of [god/the universe/luck/whateva] I could be Tony. I can so relate to his mindset. I refuse to keep being Tony. Time for some changes in attitude.
Josie the collector of creepy old men roped me and JMan into her pool. She had us work with her to do the picks. I was amazed at how many players JMan knows and changed some of my picks based on his advice. We did good this weekend with Drew Brees, Megatron, and a few other picks. We lost Megatron obviously but this was a chess move. Sacrificing your pawn to get the check mate. He did incredible. We also lost the Steelers D and Kicker. We got a few points there and should be fine going forward without them. Defenses are hit or miss for large points and with Green Bay, Patriots, and New Orleans as a few of the remaining teams I am not sure Defenses are going to play well. I am happy about our position going into next week.
Josie baby you look fabulous today. How do I know? You look great every day baby. Peace.