MY EDGE:� WHERE�S IT GONE
By Swissvale72
What�s
wrong with me (okay, okay�not so quick to answer)?� Why am I not more distraught?� Why am I able to work, talk�..even laugh?
Steelers
lose to the SF Bengals (no�that�s not
I know�.it�s
PEIS (Post-Euphoric Immersion Syndrome), the disease with its origins in SB
XL.� I�ve not
yet purged it from my system.� It�s now
morphed into a related affliction, new to the DSM-IV (or�as Begbee
calls it�the Big Book of Mental Illness).�
This cluster of syndromes is know as WTFWWMINS, a rather long entry into
the diagnosable mental illnesses�.stands for What The Fuck�s Wrong With Me�I�m Not Suicidal??.
Ordinarily,
my friends, I would be searching for the best bridge from which to leap.� Couldn�t be a New England bridge�the Tobin
and Mystic River Bridges down in Boston are both good jumping bridges, but the
populace would erroneously assume that I was upset about the Red Sox, or was protesting
Gay Marriage in the Gay State (�sorry�.Bay State�.went to a gay wedding last week��hmmm),
or was making a statement about the latest president of Harvard.� In short, no one would give a shit�..they�d just
honk their horn�.say, �Will ya jump, ya wicked fuckin� bastahd!�
No�.has to be a
Tallked
about this once last year, but only in terms of giving Tammy Maddox a nudge
were I to see him perched on the Smithfield Street Bridge after the Jax debacle.
Could
consider jumping from the
Don�t get
me wrong��was plenty upset�.just not obsessed.�
Didn�t� read the PG yesterday, wouldn�t even look at it.� Was enraged today though, to read Cowher�s explanation of why Coclugh
was out there on the fateful punt rather than Holmes�.something about liking to
use Holmes close to the goal line, �cause Cowher �likes
his hands.�� Cowher
should get a backhand across his ugly mug for that statement.� What�.trying to protect a 3-point lead with 8
minutes left in the game doesn�t call for your punt returner
with the best hands�..instead we put in Dick Stuart (Dr. Strangeglove) �in shoulder pads to
field the fuckin� thing.� Stupid Shit not only can�t catch, then he can�t
fall on the ball!!
Now�.two
weeks of idleness to sit and stew, followed by a trip to
In the
meantime, where�s my edge�.is it gone?�
Has One for the Thumb fulfilled me to the point
where I�m complacent, where �it�s all good.� �My daily life this post-Bengals
Tuesday �is
filled with angst, sprinkled liberally with disgruntlement�..I�ve not become
self-harming though, not self-destructive.�
If It�s Organisms don�t deliver at Qualcomm though��look
for me on the High Level.