3, 5, 26: Significant Numbers of the Day

• 3 days until I leave Carbondale for Spring Break. I've said it once, and I'll say it again, there is no one looking forward to Break more than I am. I need a week full of rest and relaxation. A week away from the pressures of being a college student, a week to be myself again. It's more of a mental rest more than a physical rest. Physically, I'm tired because mentally, I'm tired. If that makes any sense at all, that's how I feel. It's like, my brain is tired and since my brain is tired, my brain is telling the rest of my body that it's tired. My heart however, is still going strong. So, Spring Break should be fun. I have no major plans, meaning no Daytona Beach, no Cancun, no Vegas, no nothing. So, I'm not gonna be on Girls Gone Wild, Guys Gone Wild or Hoes Fuckin Everybody, I'll be home. Shooting pool, playing X Box and hanging out with my friends. I can't wait for the day I'm able just to hang out with my friends again. No pressure to drink, no pressure to go out and get so totally wasted you don't remember and you're waken up the next morning greeted with a hangover and a call from your mother. One week of not second guessing yourself, no worry because there's no class. Next week is dedicated to not professing your love to a girl once a month. Next week, I'm just gonna straight up chill. Catch up with some people. I got some damage control to do wit some of my girls, so I can deal with that if I get my lazy ass outta the basement. I'll be having fun next week, without a doubt!
• 5 days until Selection Sunday. Selection Sunday is when the NCAA College Basketball Committee picks the field of 65 for the NCAA tourney. I'll be cheering the following teams: SIU Salukis (26-7, MVC Champions), DePaul Blue Demons (18-9, #5 seed in CUSA tourney), UNC Tar Heels (ACC Champions). Those are all my boys, and I hope they get hooked up for awesome years. I'm either gonna be going to the DePaul Selection Sunday Party or I'm hosting a Selection Sunday Party at my house Sunday at 5 pm. I'll be sure by Thursday.
• 26 days until Opening Day. Today was a great day because the 2nd best movie about the Cubs was played on ABC Family "Rookie of the Year" starring Thomas Ian Nicholas (yeah, Kevin from American Pie) and Gary Busey star in the movie in which I attended the Wrigley Field filming of. Thomas Ian Nicholas plays Henry a Chicago boy who breaks his arm that heals really really fast and he becomes star pitcher for the Cubs and leads them to the pennant and later (not shown) the World Title! My favorite part of the movie isn't a particular scene, but the name of Busey's character, over-the-hill pitcher that makes it good in the end (sounds like a damn Cub) Chet Stedman. That's such an awesome name, it's like Porn Star crossed bred with Old Dirty Baseball man. I wish I had that name. Hell, if I ever thought about it, I would use it as my pen name for when I write a poem. Well, back to the countdown til Opening Day, it's the most anticipated day of the year, and I can't wait. There's only one thing that can save me from the current borough I reside in, and that would be the Cubs having a year like they had until September last year, or better yet, a year like 2003 (until game 5, 6 and 7). Hell, better than that, a year like 1908 all over again! I know it sounds silly that a baseball team can bring that much happiness to someone like me. But after what I've been through this semester, hell they've done it before, I'm damn sure they can do it again! Think about it, in 2003, I didn't bitch once about not having a girl. I loved the single life, it meant a lot more money, time and mental effort going to the Cubs instead of some girl that would deprive me of my team and take the money I'd usually put into them. I'm not saying that girls are evil and I would pick the Cubs over a girl, but if it came down to a date with some girl and tickets to game 7 of the World Series at Wrigley Field, let's just say, "Honey, I'll either be home early tomorrow morning, or I'm never coming back (meaning I'd drown in the newly created sea of tears by disappointed Cub fans.) But yeah, if anything can make me feel better, it'd be my Cubbies. Can they make me feel worse, do I have to go back and remember 1997 when we started 0-for-13? I'd rather not. All I ask for is for the Cubs to beat the crap out of the Cards, show the Astros that they're a bunch of bitch-ass flukes, show the White Sox that no matter how many different styles of "Ozzie-Ball" there are, they are still the City of Chicago's step child and our personal bitches, I wanna beat the Yankees...AGAIN! And show that even though we're more cursed than the Red Sox, we'll bestow another curse on those bitches! Go Cubs!