Ugh. I just spent the last hour writing an absolute piece of garbage about Mariano Rivera. I got about 80 percent finished, read a little of it and felt like I had just given him the best verbal blow job ever.
He's great and I'm going to miss him when he's gone. That's basically what I wanted to say. Except I found myself talking about mystical "feelings" and "[other shit]."
Lately I am hating everything I write. So, I haven't written much. I'm in a pretty major slump and pretty bored with almost everything. It's a bummer, too, because its Spring and everything is reawakening. Hopefully me, at some point.
I always forget about Spring in my list of Top Four Favorite Seasons, too. Fall gets all the glory because it's just an awesome time of year all around in the Northeast. Sports, aesthetics—everything. But Spring is pretty sweet, too. There's a smell about it. Once all the rain clears and you get those crisp breezes. Kinda like Fall, but not as dry. It's one of those "something in the air" things, I guess.
...Jesus. Not that this is necessarily my talent, but some good posts have got to be in here somewhere. I hope.
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