Wow, what a weekend!
The Phillies won the National League East on the last day of the season yesterday, and I couldn't be more thrilled. It's been a long time coming I tell ya! 14 years! I got to spend the 9th inning on the phone with my dad and two brothers and it was actually surreal. After they won we were all screaming and cheering and then the celebration started. My dad told me how proud he was of us, how his sons remind him of this team because they fight and claw and scratch for everything -- and they get what they want. I broke down and just started crying, and cried so fucking hard. It was a good release of a lot of emotion in regards to alot of a different things. Anyway, the Phils start on Wednesday at 3 oclock and I cannot wait. I've been collecting the articles and pictures and am going to print them out and put them in a nice little binder. Yep, Phillies fever something fierce!
Julia and I had a great weekend - although my ex-wife called to tell me she is sick today. Pinkeye. And a cold. Poor kid! We went to the highschool football game on Friday night with Tina and Gina, and Saturday we went to watch the PSU game with Lori and Mary. Wow, did Mary look cute with her hair in pigtails! Anyway, Julia and I just had so much fun but on Saturday, wow, she had so much energy. I still can't believe she is sick ;)
Sometimes I am an ass because I talked to Marilyn quite a bit this weekend. We actually got each other off over the phone. I know, I know. She just loves me for my big dick. We talked about well, alot of things, and she actually told me that one of the main reasons we aren't together is that she 'doesn't like Savannah'. Can you believe that? Doesn't like it. I almost shit. And then, to top it off, she goes "besides, I'd only make half the money there I'm making now anyway'. Unbelievable and incredibly shallow. It seems we want the same things out of life, love each other, yadda yadda yadda, but it's the location. I honestly think it's just an excuse, a reason, whatever, to not have to commit and/or end this. She loves me, but not really. She does, but she doesn't. Not the way I love her anyway. I told her that she is making a big mistake, and that we'll both probably end up regretting it for a long time. She SEEMS to be calming down in terms of partying but who the hell knows. Sometimes I feel like I'm just an option for her, Just an option. Wow, that's even sad to write. She is the biggest attention slut I have ever known. If I ever find that special someone not named Marilyn, I'll never speak to Marilyn again. Because I am only asking for trouble as she knows how I feel about her. If she truly wants me, TRULY, she'll have to show me. I highly doubt that will happen. And it's kinda difficult to find someone new when you're hung up on the emotions of someone else, huh? I know, what a douche I am. Sigh.
A League Of Their Own is on and it's one of my favorite movies. Tom Hanks is great in this. WHO'S LOU?! And of course, 'Stop thinking with your tits, you want a big inning here.' :) Madonna is pretty good in it too.
All right, I'm outta here. The Flyers start Thursday night and the Phils in the playoffs start Wednesday. Should be a kickass sports week. As far as the weekend goes, Tina and I are going out to Aldo's on Friday and probably over to Brittania afterwards, and Saturday is my exwife's wedding so I'll probably stay home and drink myself in a lonesome tizzy. :)
Go Phils!
