It is always so damn late

I always want to write a blog post, but the only time I can ever gather the will to sit and type is way too late at night. I have been debating on whether I am going to to write about the “red pill” phenomenon which seems to have taken me and my more insightful friends like a storm. And then tonight I listened to a storytelling by my good man Bucky Sinister and I just want to shout his praises to the heavens. Continue reading “It is always so damn late”

Daily Reflection 2 January 2017

I missed the first day of the year, as I was extremely busy and in deep practice of distracting myself from the introspective and reflective melancholy that strikes me like a sledgehammer to the kidneys every New Years Day. I had planned my day around hitting the Fang show that night with my boys, which was a success. We made up about a third of the audience and the band was killer, even after having played a matinee show not but hours prior and it being the end of their tour. Continue reading “Daily Reflection 2 January 2017”

Hopeless Curses and the Subsequent Lifting

Tonight, after one hundred eight years, the Chicago Cubs beat the Cleveland Indians in an almost rained-out 10th inning of Game 7 of the 2016 World Series, to take the series. What was often touted as a curse, the Cubs win tonight ended their century long bar from the World Series and the lifted the spirits of millions of Americans.

(At this moment I would to recognize the Cleveland Indians, as they haven’t won a World Series since 1948, and also have a diehard fan base. It is unfortunate that the Cubs winning in 2016 will often overshadow the amazing season the Indians had this year. Great job Cleveland.)

So as a Boston Red Sox fan, I shouldn’t be rooting for any other team. But as a fan of a franchise that was also one of the “cursed clubs,” I have always had a soft spot in my heart for Chicago, not to mention their deep affiliation with the Irish, labor, organized crime, and delicious food. But I have also always been a champion of the underdog. And since 2004 the Red Sox have lost their underdog card. So when the Cubs went to the series, I was excited. And when they won tonight I started weeping. At first I wasn’t sure why, but on the train home I realized something.

The curses are all lifted. The Curse of the Bambino. The Curse of the Old Man amd the Goat (or something like that). But these only symbolize my own curses. The Curse of Homelessness. The Curse of Perpetual Violence. The Curse of Heroin. The Curse of the Bottle. All these curses have been lifted, at least the curses I personally identify with.

I dont know how to communicate what I am experiencing but it feels as if someone has just open the prison door and unshackled me. I am no longer tethered to anything holding me back. I haven’t been for a few years, but I am never able to see my own growth until someone else points it out. And in this case it was the lifting of the Curse of the Chicago Cubs.

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