Maybe it’s just me, but tomorrow’s match between Pittsburgh and Baltimore kind of feels … wrong.
Don’t misunderstand: I am ecstatic that this match is taking place. Not so far as several weeks ago did the longtime labor strife had me doubting if we would even have a 2011 season, or if their heartbreaking defeat at Super Bowl XLV would not be the last I would see of my beloved Steelers for a long time. Now I get to watch them inaugurate the first Sunday of the regular season by continuing
A few days ago, in the midst of those blistering, merciless Southern Texas blizzards, bored out of my mind now that I no longer pass the time with liberal doses of illegal narcotics, I decided to rent a couple of shitty movies. And I don't mean so-bad-it's-good. I mean just plain shitty. Why? I don't know. I do weird crap when I'm sober.
The shitty movies?
2009's Whiteout and 2007's I Know Who Killed Me.
Here's a fun thing to do with