With Nathan Horton's goal, the Bruins have beaten the Canadiens in sudden death overtime. In game seven. You cannot ask for anything more thrilling as a sports fan. When it happened, my entire body reacted in a forceful "Yaaahhhh!!". Yet, I was kind of detached, which was the direct result of a little speech I had given myself about not letting the game dictate my moods. One year, when the Patriots lost to the Colts in a playoff game I felt they should have won, I brooded over it afterward on the walk back to my house. My body was tense and my mood was foul. I snapped out of it in a moment of satori, coming to the realization that there was no need for this. It wasn't me who lost the game. I've never even been that big a fan of football. Ever since, I've done my best, and succeeded, at not getting too caught up in sports.
I could go on, but it's late and I'm tired. Not a proper post, perhaps, but it's something (Don't tell anyone, but I get paid ten cents a word and I gots to get paid. My baby needs diapers.). Today's run was lethargic. I blame the warm temperature. Anyway, I need some sleep. Peace!
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Have you heard from Leigh recently? It seems like she's disappeared.
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