No, this is not a precursor to Sexy Friday. It’s just been a rough week and a half. Hence, things annoyed me, and those things suck. And that’s not even including allllll this shit *points to map of the U.S.* where we can go with an “In here, life is BEAUTIFUL” Cabaret bit. And I love making that joke! It’s one of my favorite bits!

You know what isn’t one of my favorite bits though? Driving to Lakewood, NJ thrice in one week. Good news is two of those times was from Senorita Weaselo’s, which nearly halved the time. But it took just under 3 hours from Apartment Weaselo, not including the Gatorade run at the Judy Blume rest stop on the Garden State.

Oh, in things that don’t suck, the rest stops on the Garden State are also named after people. And yes, Judy Blume is one of those people a rest stop is named for. (So is Bon Jovi, but that one’s not as cool.)

Back to suck things, anxiety. Someone close to me (in respect to them not wanting to talk too much about it, I’ll keep who it is off for now) Thursday night had an anxiety attack. It’s Wednesday and they’re on the upswing, but the feeling is still there, of looming “Something bad I can’t put my finger on is going to happen.” So yeah. Anxiety attacks suck. We have unfortunately mostly been through them in some shape or form, but really bad ones? Really suck.

Also being physically ill for no particular reason. I just suddenly started feeling like shit on my way to go teach, and I was coming from Senorita Weaselo’s so with traffic it’s an hour and change, and it was just a whole lot of “Am I dehydrated? Am I going to make it? I’m in here for who knows how long and the AC is uncomfortable (I may need to get that cabin filter checked out) and I apparently need to pick my poison.”

It’s bad, from a vibes sense, when I get the grape fake-Pedialyte, because all the good flavors were gone.

Anyway, about this week’s sporting stuff. Wow, Rob Manfred’s Fun With Tiebreakers. I don’t know which one is more ridiculous to be honest. As someone who was at the ‘08 All-Star Game, and it’s the best baseball game I have ever attended with the second-dirtiest scorecard (because I ran out of paper after 12… the 17-inning diceball game I had to use a second page and keep going), I can understand the “We don’t want to have one pitcher end up having to go a billion innings” contingency, but, can’t believe I’m saying this, we’ll even take one Manfredball inning before going right to a swing-off, where the Aaron Boone Experience did its magic. Again, I can make sense of only using players currently in the game but who even was the third guy? And then the swing-off guy gets MVP? What the fuck?

As opposed to the thing we don’t have swing-offs for, the thing that it’s based off, the Home Run Derby! Let’s go off of longest homer, to the decimal points. Do I trust Statcast down to the inch? Because that’s approximately how far apart Raleigh and Rooker’s farthest homers were, rather than go to an aforementioned swing off.

In conclusion, Rob Manfred remains an intergalactic disgrace.

So, what’s on tonight? Summer League basketball? South American footy? The women’s South American Euros? I don’t fucking know!

Not the Espys. Nobody cares.