The Low
04-06-2006, 07:25 PM
The Low's
Sour Notes Volume 1 Track 3
Karma's Kickin Ass and Takin Names….
Well, well, well…let’s just say my sour note has to do with life itself this time around. This has been, without a doubt, one of the worst starts to a year in The Low’s franchise history.
Let’s see, after having my vehicle (which I was very happy with) totaled by some woman who decided it wasn’t important enough to pay attention at 45 mph, I managed to have the rug yanked out from under me on my birthday with a day that started with a massive headache and a phone call telling me that I would not be getting the job that would have upped me about 15K per year. Then to top it off, after having purchased an external drive to provide additional storage for my music projects, it promptly corrupted and cost me every piece of music I have created in the last 3 years.
Now, I’m not exactly sure what karmic crime I committed to force this string of wonderful luck upon myself, but C’MON GUYS cut me some slack!
Maybe my perfectionist ways coupled with my desire to see the Pistons never waver from their strangling style of defense has built enough negative energy (i.e. bad mojo) for me to have to suffer through the first portion of this year with no relief. The only thing that hasn’t happened is my dog hasn’t been injured and my girlfriend didn’t pack up and leave (knock on wood).
So, not only did the large black rain cloud setup permanent residence over my scalp…The Pistons were half-ass-ing their way to loses against the Knicks, Wizards, & Lakers, not to mention, struggling with the likes of the Bobcats, Sonics, and Bulls. Of course I got all the flack because the team “is gonna lose some games” as it was put to me by so many of the faithful.
OK gents…you all win…my negative dice have come up snake eyes and I’m personally taking it in the (beep). I guess this is life’s little way of taking the “apple juice” and vinegar out of The Low for the stretch run of the regular season. I have been beaten into submission.
I no longer have the energy to toss random items at my television and scream at Chauncey or Sheed for failing to get the ball in the paint and stop shooting 3’s. I no longer have the fire to flail my arm because Flip continues to play Mo over Delfino when a guy is torching us or for not calling a time out or doing ANYTHING while we’re busy giving up a 15 pt lead for the 40 time. I can no longer justify a need for a sippy cup after having turned over my beer because we let another PG stroll all the way to the basket for a free layup….(what ever happened to “No Free Chili?”). Hell, I can no longer turn over my beer….
I can now only slouch on my couch and hope for the best. Hope they don’t fade late in the season and hope they get back to the NBA Finals. I can only watch now…..
…and hope I don’t get any more bad news this year…
Sour Notes Volume 1 Track 3
Karma's Kickin Ass and Takin Names….
Well, well, well…let’s just say my sour note has to do with life itself this time around. This has been, without a doubt, one of the worst starts to a year in The Low’s franchise history.
Let’s see, after having my vehicle (which I was very happy with) totaled by some woman who decided it wasn’t important enough to pay attention at 45 mph, I managed to have the rug yanked out from under me on my birthday with a day that started with a massive headache and a phone call telling me that I would not be getting the job that would have upped me about 15K per year. Then to top it off, after having purchased an external drive to provide additional storage for my music projects, it promptly corrupted and cost me every piece of music I have created in the last 3 years.
Now, I’m not exactly sure what karmic crime I committed to force this string of wonderful luck upon myself, but C’MON GUYS cut me some slack!
Maybe my perfectionist ways coupled with my desire to see the Pistons never waver from their strangling style of defense has built enough negative energy (i.e. bad mojo) for me to have to suffer through the first portion of this year with no relief. The only thing that hasn’t happened is my dog hasn’t been injured and my girlfriend didn’t pack up and leave (knock on wood).
So, not only did the large black rain cloud setup permanent residence over my scalp…The Pistons were half-ass-ing their way to loses against the Knicks, Wizards, & Lakers, not to mention, struggling with the likes of the Bobcats, Sonics, and Bulls. Of course I got all the flack because the team “is gonna lose some games” as it was put to me by so many of the faithful.
OK gents…you all win…my negative dice have come up snake eyes and I’m personally taking it in the (beep). I guess this is life’s little way of taking the “apple juice” and vinegar out of The Low for the stretch run of the regular season. I have been beaten into submission.
I no longer have the energy to toss random items at my television and scream at Chauncey or Sheed for failing to get the ball in the paint and stop shooting 3’s. I no longer have the fire to flail my arm because Flip continues to play Mo over Delfino when a guy is torching us or for not calling a time out or doing ANYTHING while we’re busy giving up a 15 pt lead for the 40 time. I can no longer justify a need for a sippy cup after having turned over my beer because we let another PG stroll all the way to the basket for a free layup….(what ever happened to “No Free Chili?”). Hell, I can no longer turn over my beer….
I can now only slouch on my couch and hope for the best. Hope they don’t fade late in the season and hope they get back to the NBA Finals. I can only watch now…..
…and hope I don’t get any more bad news this year…