Yesterday Didn't Suck

At least not completely (yeah, not a complete sentence). Had to have a cat we adopted only about 2 1/2 months ago put to sleep. So I was too preoccupied trying to make small talk after we left our friend/pet that I totally had forgotten that the dodgers were playing and even if I'd remembered, I wouldn't have cared to flip the channel there. I just couldn't go there tonight. Thankfully, the dodgers won, breaking a pretty ugly losing streak that doesn't quite compare with a terminally ill pet. But as all you sports followers know, the suckage that was yesterday didn't end with just my cat passing. When I'd finally gotten over the awkwardness of being at home with one less family member to shut my big mouth, I checked the Lakers game and the hammer of suckage that had seemed to have stopped hitting me over and over again over the head now struck me square in the chest. It wasn't too bad yet, kind of like Jasmine, our cat two weeks ago. The Celtics lead was only around ten points about 4 minutes before half time, but you could kind of tell the team's heart wasn't in it except for maybe Bryant. Gasol looked the worst to me. Odom kind of looked like he was trying, but he seemed like he had concrete insoles or something because he was slow and awkward. So I got mad and put it on the news again.

Meanwhile my wife was now talking to her big bro. I had mentally resigned myself to the fact that the celtics were going to finish off the lakers tonight like an alcoholic 51's fan would finish off a beer on $1 beer night, quickly and with great relish. But my wife cocks her head over in my direction and lightly asks are the celtics still winning. My face falls, I change the channel and a 23 point lead confronts me. I let my wife know so she can tell her brother in new england who can't watch the game himself since he's in the process of moving/painting his new place. His cable-less t.v. is at his old place still I believe.

With the final sucky event capping off my evening, my thoughts went back to where's Jasmine as I slip into bed (she would usually come out from underneath our bed to cuddle up with Nancy or burrow underneath the comforter between us). And as reflexively as I reached for the remote and switched on the bedroom television I reminded myself that Jasmine is gone and that she's not coming back. But cats can't suck, so I couldn't get angry that she can't be with us anymore.

How about them dodgers...