CAT | Thoughts
It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything because, frankly, I’ve been trying to get over the fact that the Yankees won the World Series.
I HATE THE YANKEES!
My dad was a Yankees fan. Growing up, we watched all the Yankee games on TV. My grandfather hated the Yankees too. Something about not getting a tryout with their farm team or something. Every time the Yankees would win, my grandfather, who couldn’t speak English, would swear in Italian, wave his arms wildly, spit on the TV and storm out of the room. My father, deriving some sick pleasure out of this, would just laugh. In fact, after my grandfather died, my father would take out an ad in the newspaper whenever the Yankees won the world series that said, Guess What, Poppy? The Yankees Won the World Series! That’s how demented he was.
My reason for hating the Yankees is more broad than my grandfather’s – and it’s not just because my father was a fan. To me, the Yankees represent everything that’s wrong with this world. They are the spoiled rich kid that whines if he doesn’t get his way. They’re the 800 pound gorilla, the best money can buy, a monopoly.
THE YANKEES ARE UN-AMERICAN!
This year, maybe more than ever though, I really wanted them to lose. This was the year that pretty boy A-Rod somehow escaped a steroid controversy, a divorce and a fling with Madonna, completely unscathed. I wanted them to lose if for nothing else, to wipe that smug look off his face. His and Jeter’s. Jeter’s always looking smug. The douche-bag.
And I thought the fix was in. I really thought we had our ace-in-the-hole. The one weapon that would surely cripple the Yankees. It wasn’t Ryan Howard or Chase Utley or any of the other Phillies. It wasn’t the Yankee’s middle relief – or lack thereof. No, one thing that would surely lead to the Yankee’s demise was: Kate Hudson.
Kate is one of these people for whom good fortune has always shined upon. She lives in this utopian bliss, oblivious to any reality that there may be ill-will in the world. She is so determined to remain in this fog that she apparently carries around a vile of Holy Water in the event she should encounter any negativity.
I don’t know Kate Hudson personally, but all I can say is, if I meet her, she’s going to need a garden hose!
I’ve always had the theory that this positive thinking stuff is over-rated. It’s bullshit and usually counter-productive. Case in point: Kate Hudson.
Where does all this good karma crap get her? First of all, she ruins what was arguable the greatest rock and roll band to ever come along since the Rolling Stones. Think about it: what have the Black Crowes done since Chris Robinson married Kate Hudson? Nothing. They get in a fight, the band is all but dismantled and they haven’t put out a decent album in years. They’re just now get it back together and it’s been what, ten years? And then there was that Howdy-Doody looking guy Kate started dated after here divorce. What’s his name? Oh yeah, Owen Wilson. She had such a positive influence on him that he tried to kill himself. Twice.
So I thought it was only a matter of time before the Yankees went down once A-Rod started seeing her.
But it didn’t happen. The Yankees won the World Series – with Kate and her step-dad, Kurt Russell, giddily cheering them on from the stands.
Oh well, there’s always next year. That’s why I went out and bought Norman Vincent Peal’s “The Power Of Positive Thinking”. Who knows, maybe it will rub off on my Mets!
A woman tweeting about her miscarriage? A guy blackmailing a grieving father?
WHAT GIVES!!!!
Not exactly the subject matter I was going for in my inaugural blog, but I couldn’t control myself. Admittedly, the only thing that ties these two douche-bags (no pun intended) together is that they appeared in the headlines at similar times and thus simultaneously pissed me off.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m all for freedom of speech, a woman’s right, etc.. The subtle art of shameless self-promotion is not beneath me and God knows the things I’ve done to put food on the table.
BUT PLEASE!!!!
As to this dumb-ass woman who proudly professes on Twitter to be having a miscarriage during a board meeting – and relieved to be doing so because she will now avoid the 3 weeks’ wait and red tape of having an abortion in Wisconsin – all I can say is: you must have made your husband, not to mention your father, very, very proud.
This other prick is a real piece of work. Some paramedic in the Bahamas takes liberties with his position and threatens to expose John Travolta as being responsible for his own son’s death – if he does not pay him millions of dollars. I don’t know what they teach in Scientology, but John must have powers of tremendous restraint because if that was me,
I WOULD HAVE RUNG THAT PIECE-OF-SHIT’S NECK!!!!
In fact, maybe someone can point me in his direction. I’ve got a lot of steam to blow off…
