Hockeybird.com: Anger Management

I have tried very hard to maintain my apathy. It's easier that way. Being angry is hard work, trust me. But the bliss of apathy comes and goes. On most nights I stare at the TV wondering how people watch this stuff. Shows I have never seen that should never have aired in the first place have replaced my nightly fix of hockey.

If I'm lucky (like last night) I can watch the Jets pull off a win for the ages but more often than not I am forced to allow my wife to control the remote. The crap I am forced to view drives me to seek escape here on the boards. It's then that I read the different takes on who's to blame for the lockout.....ARRGG, and it's back to being angry again.

It's not the debate that gets me upset. I no longer care if you take the owners side. I no longer care if the NHLPA caves and accepts a cap. What gets me so mad is that I have allowed myself to become so addicted to NHL hockey. I admit that without the NHL I am miserable. I hate myself for loving the NHL so much.

Just making sure you're paying attention.....Larry of course rips Gary a new one. Even if you think the players are greedy fat bastards you have to agree that Bettman has done nothing good for the sport and much harm. I get angry just thinking about the lying little weasel.

Another thing that's getting me pissed is that there are plenty of hockey related issues that I could be covering.....but I can't get juiced up to do it. If you wish to keep up with the Czech or Russian leagues you have to read the Rodent. If you are a die-hard Wolf*Pack fan you get your Pack news here. For those who absolutely need to read every Ranger related article you read the BlueShirt Bulletin. Hockeybird is no longer your "go to" site because I'm too pissed at the NHL to care enough to cover these things anymore.

I get so angry that I try and convince myself that I'd be better off without NHL games. Yeah, that's it....screw 'em! But like the hot chick who was never good for you in the first place you catch a scent or an image that brings back a memory. A powerful memory that makes you forget that she spent all of your money, slept with your friend and posted the video on the web just to embarrass you. Now you decide that you'd endure any pain just for one more glimpse of a naked breast........

I hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you that's why
I hate myself for loving you

I think of you ev'ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away

I hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you that's why
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you

Oh great.....today is the one year anniversary of the last broadcast of WLIR at 92.7. This is all Brian Leeds' fault, I hate him too.

Ahhhh. The beauty of the words.....

hate myself for loving you
Can't break free from the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you that's why
I hate myself for loving you

I think of you ev'ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away

Curs-ed be the day that ever I first loved thee,
For now the strings of passion have tied me to thy self.
The more I try to break the bonds, the more they draw me close,
I loathe the heart that holds a love so tightly and so dear.

Posted by: Rustybird on January 9, 2005 11:27 AM

Hmm, you've stumped me this time, Bird.

--JBytes

Posted by: JBytes on January 9, 2005 09:12 PM

What did I do? I even religiously supported WLIR. To quote mighty KC, "Find my nest of salt, everything's my fault." I don't even know what a nest of salt is.

Posted by: Leedsy99 on January 10, 2005 07:37 PM

JBytes -- It's a Joan Jett Song although I forgot who did the original.

And Leedsy.....all of this is your fault, I thought you knew that! :-)

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Posted by: Bird on January 11, 2005 07:46 AM