The Month of Hell begins

[Polite24]

Your timing is good though. There was a World Cup in 06, and they're every four years so there will be one starting June 2010.

[Lewis]

This year what? Never mind, I don't really care.

By the way, I didn't check the date or anything, so I didn't realize I was replying to a 3-year-old thread. Before you ban me, Lewis started it!

Sorry, I only bumped this thread because of the world cup draw. Which as usual dominated the news, surely there are better things going on in the world.

So I was annoyed by the big song and dance over it and bumped this thread. God thinking about it, it is like the common cold, it is a virus that keeps on coming back. God summer 2010 is going to be hell.

[abitagirl]

Sorry, I only bumped this thread because of the world cup draw. Which as usual dominated the news, surely there are better things going on in the world.

So I was annoyed by the big song and dance over it and bumped this thread. God thinking about it, it is like the common cold, it is a virus that keeps on coming back. God summer 2010 is going to be hell.

Yeah, I know the feeling. I'm dreading the Stupid Bore myself. I hope "my team" (in quotes because it sure as heck isn't mine!) doesn't make it there. The hype is suffocating already, and it's not even playoff season yet.

At least they finally lost a game last night.

[Fat Man]

Talk about Hell Month . . . . .

What I hate the most about January is that's when we get the Stupor Bore game.

I remember back in 1995 when I was living in a large three bedroom 14 x 64 foot mobile home (which I owned) in Las Cruces New Mexico. To help myself out financially I had rented out one of my rooms. This made it easier to make my mortgage payments.

So, I had a room mate.

He was in his mid 20s. OK, he wasn't a bad kid, but he was kind of boring. Also, he was a sports fan, and before coming to New Mexico, he even played basketball in Bible College. For somebody who went to College, he was really dumb. They didn't teach shit at his Bible College.

He noticed some books I had laying around, books on Astronomy, and he even once said that Carl Sagan was an Anti-Christ. He was way over the top. We even got into some arguments over science and religion, and after getting on my nerves, I had to give him a 30 day notice to pack his Gucci bag and hit the road. I allowed him 30 days to find another place to live.

Anyway . . . . .

He had a little portable color TV set with a built in VCR. He would use it to record basketball or football games. Sometimes he couldn't be home when a game was on so he would ask me if I didn't mind recording games for him when he was out.

OK! I did. I would ask him what time and what channel, and he would go into a long description as to who was playing, what city, and blah blah blah. I told him to just CUT THE CRAP and just tell me what channel and what time!

So, while I was watching my TV in my living-room, or reading, or doing something else, when the time came, I would go into his room, turn on his little TV, set it on the channel he requested, turn down the volume because I didn't want to hear the shit, and put in a VCR tape to record the game.

Then I would go back to whatever it is that I was doing.

OK, I had given him a 30 day notice that he was to find another place, and he had been dragging his feet, saying that he was having a hard time finding another place where the rent was low enough. I was only charging him about $120 per month which was damn cheap!

So . . . . . I decided to fuck up his Stupor Bore Sunday for him.

He was not going to be home during the Stupor Bore game. He had to be somewhere else, and he asked me if I didn't mind recording it for him while he was out.

I had cable TV, and there was a second outlet for his room, and I had an outlet for my bedroom as well. I had put in the extra cable outlets myself.

Anyway . . . . . . .

To fuck up his Stupor Bore Sunday, I loosened the cable connection to his room so that the picture would look all snowy and fuzzy. Then about a half hour before the Stupor Game was over, I went outside to my electric meter, threw the main power switch off, counted to 10, and turned the power back on. I knew that a "power outage" would cause his VCR to eject the tape. So, the last half hour of his Stupor Bore game did not get recorded. I also made sure to tighten the cable connection again so that there would be no evidence of my tampering.

When he came home, I was sitting in my living room with a cup of coffee, smoking my pipe and reading a book, by Carl Sagan. He gave me a kind of dirty look when he saw the book I was reading, and I asked him if he was at least going to thank me for recording the game for him. Yeah, I got a kind of a grudging "thank you" from him, then he went into his bedroom to play it back on his TV.

Then about 5 minutes later, I heard . . . . . . . OH SHIT!!!

He came back into my living room all pissed off, because when he played back the tape, the picture was all fuzzy and snowy, the sound was all crackly, and he asked why I had turned off his TV and ejected the tape before the game was over. He had fast forwarded the tape and noticed that the ending of the game was missing.

I told him I didn't do anything, that we had a brief power outage which sometimes happens in this trailer park. Then he asked my why the picture was all snowy, and I said that I was having a problem with my cable. That's why I was reading instead of watching TV, and I even went over to my next door neighbor to use her phone to call the Cable TV office to complain about the poor reception I was getting, and was told it would be an hour before someone could come over to fix the problem. So, I turned off my TV and decided to do some reading instead.

Well, he believed me, because such things do happen, but he also believed me because he was a dumb-ass!

He was very disappointed and kept on saying over and over again how he was really looking forward to watching his game. He looked really bummed out, like a druggie going through withdrawal symptoms. Sports was the drug he was addicted to.

He want back into his room, I could here him crying like a baby because his Stupor Bore game was all fucked up.

I went to my fridge, got out a tall can of beer, and sat back down with my Astronomy book, pipe in mouth, and beer in hand, while the big cry-baby, Ga Ga Goo Goo Bible-Boy was in his room, weeping and wailing and gnashing his teeth, just like in Revelations!

That's how I celebrated Stupor Bore Sunday 1995.

[Sergey]

Fat Man, tell us more interesting stories! We like them!

[abitagirl]

He was very disappointed and kept on saying over and over again how he was really looking forward to watching his game. He looked really bummed out, like a druggie going through withdrawal symptoms. Sports was the drug he was addicted to.

He want back into his room, I could here him crying like a baby because his Stupor Bore game was all fucked up.

Why didn't he just turn on the news later or read the paper to find out who won?

(Asking this particular question to a sports bore is a good way to rile him up. See, it's not enough just to know who won. The only GOOD way to find that out is to first spend 3 hours or more watching a bunch of muscleheads basically stand around the whole time, interspersed with occasional, brief bursts of actually playing footbore.)

[Fat Man]

He was very disappointed and kept on saying over and over again how he was really looking forward to watching his game. He looked really bummed out, like a druggie going through withdrawal symptoms. Sports was the drug he was addicted to.

He want back into his room, I could here him crying like a baby because his Stupor Bore game was all fucked up.

Why didn't he just turn on the news later or read the paper to find out who won?

(Asking this particular question to a sports bore is a good way to rile him up. See, it's not enough just to know who won. The only GOOD way to find that out is to first spend 3 hours or more watching a bunch of muscleheads basically stand around the whole time, interspersed with occasional, brief bursts of actually playing footbore.)

Well, after the Ga Ga Goo Goo Bible Boy had been pouting for about an hour in his room, he went out again and came back a couple of hours later.

While he was out, I turned on my TV to watch some programs, then I watched the NEWS, and found out which team had won and which team had lost the Stupor Bore game.

When he came back, I told him I saw on the NEWS which team had won, and I said to him "Sorry Jimbo, but the team you were rooting for crapped out big time!"

He went into his room to pout some more.

I went to my fridge and got another beer.

That was the only time in my entire life that I ever enjoyed a Stupor Bore Sunday!

Yeah! I'm a bitch! I'm a big fat bitch!

[Earl]

No, you're not. You had every right to enjoy that particular Stupor Bowl Sunday. (Sheesh! What a crybaby! )

[Fat Man]

No, you're not. You had every right to enjoy that particular Stupor Bowl Sunday. (Sheesh! What a crybaby! )

Thanks Earl.

But I'm still a big fat bitch, because I love being a big fat bitch! It's fun!

[Katrin]

Why do you have to ruin sports for everyone else? I think spots can have their benefits. And I may watch the World Cup next year because I don't want to always be the idiot who has to say "I don't like spots" to every damn question I'm asked. Spots aren't as bad as they may seem to you. Don't pick at them all the time - it's too predictable now.

P.S. 180 POSTS.

[Earl]

I'm confused.

[Ray]

me too. Are you saying SPOTS or SPORTS?

[SPORTS ROCK.]

God, do you know what's rubbish? The world cup draw! Ugh, annoying reminder that the world cup is coming. God, I hate football. But at least, it will alow me to sit at the computer on a 96 hour stretch playing world of warcraft.

u sound a very fun person to hang around with. I bet all the hot chicks are always fighting ovr u lol.

I dont care about soccer really, although world cup is pretty big news. but if you hate it so much, why bother talkin about it in the first place? I dont understand. Your only causing yourself more harm.

[Earl]

You know what they say: To each his own.

[Lewis]

God, do you know what's rubbish? The world cup draw! Ugh, annoying reminder that the world cup is coming. God, I hate football. But at least, it will alow me to sit at the computer on a 96 hour stretch playing world of warcraft.

u sound a very fun person to hang around with. I bet all the hot chicks are always fighting ovr u lol.

I dont care about soccer really, although world cup is pretty big news. but if you hate it so much, why bother talkin about it in the first place? I dont understand. Your only causing yourself more harm.

Well, I like to think that I am an interesting person. I mentioned it because when it starts, time will freeze and things like third world debt and global warming will pale in comparison to the world cup.