Down with the Sickness

I don't often get sick, but when I do, I get SERIOUSLY sick. Right now, the flu is pretty much kicking the shit out of me. But I have a responsibility to my blog reader(s). So I will push ahead. (Besides, I am bored of all of the sleeping.)

I think my downward spiral began on Thursday. I was headed for work in the AM when I randomly stopped to help a neighbor with a car problem. The problem being that her vehicle was caught in ice and wouldn't actually move so much. I'm not sure why I stopped to help- probably because it's what I think Earl would have done.

About 20 minutes or so later, I was running even more late to work. But, in a triumph of Dork Over Machine, I had managed to extricate the stuck vehicle from what could have become it's icy tomb. It was as miraculous as U.S. Hockey achieving any level of success with Jim Craig and Ray LeBlanc in goal. Even more miraculous was the fact that someone else let me drive their car. Yikes. She must have been really desperate.

But my act of fairly incredible heroism did not occur without a side order of dorkish stupidity. I had been sporting my Phillies baseball cap, instead of my Phillies winter hat, which looks 18% less cool to stranded travelers. And my ears had become more than a little cold...

The next few days were a bit of a blur. I imagine David Wells has experienced blurry weekends like this. There was the 3 consecutive 12 hour shifts, some exposure to flu-ridden peeps, and a quote that would come back to haunt me. "I'm not sick, I'm just very fatigued", I said, as I agreed to work another 12 hour day. By Saturday night, I was starting to feel a little worse for wear. By Sunday AM, I was fairly useless. I had barely slept and dragging myself in to work an hour away for 7am was a monumental task. I somehow made it through 6 hrs. at work, but then I had nothing left to give. I went home and slept from about 1pm on Sunday to about 4pm on Monday. Perhaps, I was sick, as well as, fatigued. I barely became coherent in time to watch the Flyers lose to the Bruins, and Jack Bauer kick more ass on 24. But, obviously, these things could not be missed.

Tom Brady is, allegedly, going to be a father, as his ex-girlfriend Bridget Moynahan announced that she was pregnant. This is all over the media in the Boston area, though the situation is none of our gosh-darn business. Hopefully, this situation won't occupy the media too damn long, so we can go back to concentrating on how Daisuke spends every second of every day. (Not like the situation is any of our goddamn business to begin with...I may have mentioned that.)

In EPL news, 2 Liverpool players were involved in a dust-up stemming from a karaoke session. We all know how polarizing karaoke can be. This isn't the first time karoake gone bad has resulted in golf club violence, and it won't be the last. Not bloody likely.

A-Rod, who apparently felt the need to return to the headlines, revealed that his friendship with Derek Jeter has "cooled" a bit. The embattled 3B expressed chagrin at the fact that he doesn't sleep over Jete's house five nights/week anymore. Apparently, Derek has decided he prefers "cuddling" with Jessica Biel.

In Manny being Manny news, RP Julian Tavarez, no stranger to karaoke-inspired golf club rampages himself, announced that Manny Ramirez will be reporting to spring training on March 1st. The mandatory reporting deadline for MLB, per the CBA, is February 27. It's almost reassuring to know that, in this world of so much sickness and so much violence, Manny remains a constant. He will always be, well, "Manny."