Historically, if you were to look at my life, July has never been good to me.Â July is generally when I have moved, made career changes,Â andÂ yet again failed to win the World Series of Poker.Â (Disclosure – I have yet to pony up the $10K to play in the Main Event, but every yearÂ I wish I would have.)Â
2007Â Â does not seem to be any different than any other year.Â Oh sure,Â the end of the month has potential, but I’m not going to bank on it just yet.Â Maybe.Â Kinda.Â Trying not to.Â We’ll see.
This is when sports is supposed to pick you up.Â Â Â
What do I get for mid-summer night’s dream blues? What helps me through my sports ennui?
Laughing at some dude with aÂ Westside areaÂ code who keeps posting that he’ll pay top dollar for ESPY tickets.Â Â Which will be filmed today atÂ the Kodak.Â But will beÂ aired on Sunday against Entourage, so I am sure I will not watch it.
Speaking of the WSOP, what the fuck is going on with Toby? He looked better asÂ “Fat Spidey” Â than he does as “OMG I’m still in this and Phil Ivey has alreadyÂ bustedÂ out”.
I know it’s a couple of days late, but congratulations to the Harvard’s Mens 8 for winning the Ladies Plate at the Royal Henley Regatta, who beat out Moseley’s Boat Club and the New York Athletic Club for the Elite 8Â championship by a full length.Â
Ladies, you it to yourself to check out this photoÂ from the awards stand.
The closest race I ever lost was to Harvard, (by .59 of a second in a Mens LWTÂ 8, Â if you must know), so I hate seeing them win, especially against my old friends at NYAC.Â Â Stupid powerhouses with their endless supply of money and tradition of recruiting the best out of Shrewsbury, Exeter, and Choate.Â Â Rooting for Harvard in crewÂ is like rooting for Michigan/OSU/Notre Dame/USC in college football.Â Â It is dirty, evil, and quite frankly, it is the supporting theÂ oppressive power that keeps the underdog down.Â We like underdogs in this country.Â We are all the underdogs in this country.Â Â
Now rise up! And take down Harvard come the fall rowing season!
Â (Why do I even attempt to write these posts at 1 am when I have to be at the gym at 6:30? They never make any sense.Â Listening to Josh Rouse’s “O, I Need the Love” probably is not helping anythingÂ either.)
And finally, I can stare at this clock as long as I want, but the NFL season is not coming any faster.