pinktalk

I couldn't sleep at all last night due to football-related stress! Nightmares, fitful tossing and turning, etc.

Being a big Steelers fan, I am like a lot of people who really love their team -- I develop seasonal OCD. Like, I'm not able to do this or that because it may be bad luck. This morning, for example, I didn't allow myself to straighten my hair or wear pink underwear because they are both bad in some way I can't even really explain. Mr. Pink has not washed his black Steelers sweatshirt since the season started. The most stupid shit becomes regulated by some delusional idea that if you eat the wrong kind of cereal for breakfast, the team's loss is totally your fault! (And not, you know, the fucking glove Ben Roethlisberger has been wearing, fuckfuckfuck!) Anyway, good to know that at least I am not alone with the anxiety. (Sounds like the whole city is on the verge of developing an ulcer, actually, eh?)

On the bright side: Steelerbaby!

Bad: being snowed in (again).

Good: getting to watch Wild Card Saturday instead of going to Connecticut to see my in-laws.

I was sad to see Seattle lose, but am hoping for a Jets win (I am big fan of any quarterback who was a Rhodes scholar finalist, and I think Herm Edwards is a brilliant coach, and the two of them together have to be among the nicest people in the NFL).

Of course, all that really matters is that the Steelers kick the asses of whomever the hell wins for the AFC come next week. Have I told you all about my pink Steelers hat I bougt from a street vendor in the Strip District when I was in Pittsburgh for Xmas? (Well, really, because I bought it from a street vendor and was so excited by breakfast at DeLuca's and chatting with Mark that I didn't really notice that it actually is a hat that has a logo similar to that of the Steelers and does not, in fact, say "Steelers," but instead "Pittsburgh." But whatever, I am not letting non-licensed, slightly weird-looking, impulse-purchased merchandise bring me down, bitches! It's pink!)

Because I am a sucker for both football and western PA: the WPIAL playoff picture .

OK, is there a reason that none of all y'all bitches didn't tell me that Terrell Owens is playing for the Eagles now? Goodness, New England really is a wasteland of sports news! All we hear about are those thuggish Red Sox, ick! Thank God for football season -- and most of all for a Steelers-Eagles game on ESPN! I must have done something wicked good to deserve this!

ETA, because I forgot about this earlier: heard an NPR story today on this band, the Minibosses, who play old Nintendo songs in the indie rock manner. Hee.

I meant to mention, Mr. Pink and I spent a (really sort of shocking) number of hours watching the NFL draft this weekend and I thought it was very drama-filled, in the first round, anyway. The whole Eli Manning nonsense, the intrigue of the Steelers' choice of Roethlisberger, who will presumably displace Maddox...all very good stuff.

Oh well.

Err, go Panthers?

Oh goodness, it seems that the goddamned Pats are going to the Super Bowl. I think that my feelings about the Pats are sort of like a sports-obsessed echo of my general feeling for living in New England -- just complete and unreasonable hate. So the best I can hope for is that the Eagles do not disappoint and go on to beat the 'em in the big dance.

Other news: the new Rebecca is out there, somewhere. Probably in Germany, I guess, but soon to be here.

Oh let's see. To catch up on items missed while I was en vacances...

1) Great NYT blip about Elizabeth Spiers, which even helpfully includes how to pronounce her name. Uhm.

2) Mad cow liked that Eddie Murphy movie so much that it thought it would try coming to America too! I felt briefly vindicated about my stance on red meat, and hoped that perhaps people would stop calling me a killjoy, but then realized that no one cares if it means one can't eat a Whopper anymore. Well, don't come crying to me when your brains dissolve, people!

3) Gregg Williams lost his job, one of three NFL coaches to do so, and the one I feel deserves it the least. (And keeping Dave Wannstedt? Stupid!)

Of course, I can't really think of anything flippant and dismissive to say about this whole air marshalls being required thing, as it seems just like something scary might happen, and I'm not yet rested enough for good gallows humor.

Putting off packing? I don't know what you mean.

Now, I was watching the Jets-Patriots game, or parts of it, but I most certainly did not see Joe Namath sexually harassing Suzy Kolber! My! I am moderately shocked, I guess, sort of. I guess it is also possible that he is on the crack cocaine, given the total weirdness of it all.

(Via The Minor Fall, The Major Lift.)

So here we are, Sunday afternoon -- err, evening. God, how does it slip away? Thank goodness I have tomorrow off so I can continue my weekend sloth-a-thon.

This afternoon we watched Lost in La Mancha, which was really excellent. Sad, funny, and it really makes you think what a gorgeous movie Gilliam was working on there. Ah well.

It was good to watch the movie to cleanse my palate from the truly shocking behavior during Saturday's Red Sox-Yankees game (confidential to Boston fans: you suck, almost as much as your team does, for cheering and defending that outrageous bullshit, and it only secures your team's lousy karma -- they will definitely lose now, because now God hates them.) and the not-at-all-shocking "Rush Limbaugh: Crack Whore" coverage.

But I am sure what you're really wondering about is, how is GW's investigation into his administration's treasonous behavior going? Well, let's just say it's going. Most compelling snippet from this article? Right here:

One reason investigators are looking back [to early June] is that even before Novak's column appeared, government officials had been trying for more than a month to convince journalists that Wilson's mission was not as important as it was being portrayed.

Hmm, damning, no?