I don’t really talk about sports on Tumblr, and I don’t ever talk about a playoff series that is currently being played, but I have a feeling the hockey season is about to end for the Boston Bruins. It breaks my heart to say that, but I believe it to be true. Tampa Bay is a better team. The Bruins have the best goaltender on the planet right now, but I think the days of Tim Thomas putting the rest of the team on his shoulders have come to an end. They just aren’t that good. And even if they manage to beat the Lightning tomorrow night, I don’t believe they can beat Vancouver. So, what’s next?
     Baseball is boring. I like it, but it is fucking boring as hell. Hockey keeps me on the edge of my seat, ready to scream and vomit and drink alcohol and high-five and curse the refs and yell at whatever current player I’m hating at the moment and drink some more and fuck you Ulf Samuelsson you lousy prick. Baseball is on in the background while I’m fishing or doing yardwork. Hockey games can dictate my mood for two or three days after the game has ended. Baseball games are too many. Baseball is America’s Pastime, which explains why we’re a bunch of fat pigs. Baseball is a bunch of sitting around and drinking and eating and smoking and drinking. Hockey is non-stop, don’t blink or you might miss it action-packed I’m going to have a massive heart attack game of speed and skill (which I do while sitting around and drinking and eating and smoking and drinking). I prefer hockey. I love hockey. Baseball is what I do in-between hockey seasons. Hockey is what I do.
     I’m going to get over the Bruins losing tomorrow. I’m going to get over the fact that they are not bringing the Stanley Cup home. The last time they did was a couple of months before my second birthday. I think they are headed in the right direction, but I also think I’ve suffered enough. I want it now. I watched every game in 1997 when they finished dead last, and if I could go back in time I would do it again. But I want to win. Baseball is fine. It passes the time. But I’ll curse the Red Sox for another 86 years for a Stanley Cup now. Please?

     I know. There’s always next year. See you in October.