Sunday 3/16/25
Had a nightmare about my ex-wife last night. The horror is always in my brain.
I seemed to have some improvement for the first time yesterday testicularly. I'm not sure about today yet. The discomfort is generally greater in the morning. I actually haven't ran stairs in two days and I'm not sure if I will today.
A friend asked a medical doctor what it might be on my behalf and the doctor--and yes, I know this isn't how one wants to go about diagnoses--said it sounds like a muscle strain. Side, back, waist, right testicle. Doesn't seem like an infection. Everything looks and feels as it seems like it ought to. No redness, no burning.
On Tuesday I ran 1000 stairs at City Hall and did 100 push-ups. Walked three miles and did 100 push-ups and five circuits in the Bunker Hill Monument on both Wednesday and Thursday. Yesterday I walked five miles--I'm not going to do nothing, even if I am trying to rest so that hopefully this goes away.
I've stuck to this new coffee policy--no more than thirty-two ounces a day. Been drinking a lot of cranberry juice. I had said that the cranberry juice contains nine grams of sugar, but looked at it again and those nine grams are from the natural sugar of the cranberries, so it's not the bad kind of sugar.
Today marks 3171 days, or 453 weeks, without a drink.
A disappointing outcome last night for the BC men's college hockey team in their first game of the Hockey East tournament in which they, the number one ranked team in the country, were dispatched by a well-under .500 Northeastern team.
The postgame reports made it sound like the Northeastern goalie stole the game, but I wouldn't say that's accurate. I mean, he was good. But BC didn't deserve to win. They have one line. And one player on that line--Ryan Leonard--stands above everyone else. You need depth to be the kind of team--or have the kind of results--to be a legit contender at the DI hockey level. Being top heavy won't get it done.
My expectation is BC still gets a number one seed for the national tournament where they will bow out no later than the second round. The truth is, if you're BC or BU and you don't win that Beanpot, the season almost certainly isn't going to go the way you want it to. It's important. That little tournament matters if you have big aspirations. As soon as BC is eliminated, Ryan Leonard will leave school and join the Capitals. He's a tenacious player who is always motoring (but who also takes too many dumb penalties).
It's somewhat surprising BC has been able to fashion the record that they have. But we'll see. Still more hockey to be played.
BU won their game and Maine won theirs handily, with UConn winning the night before. I guess I'll pull for the Huskies because how do you not root for an upstart team with a bad record who needs to win the tournament to make the national tournament? I like Maine to take it, though. Maine is my second favorite state and I think it's good for college hockey when Maine is good and I like that rink/environment and a friend is a Maine fan and works there and another friend is from Maine.
Bruins thrashed again last night, 6-2 by the Lightning. Another sub-.900 save percentage performance from Jeremy "The Market Setter" Swayman, but the bigger story was the Bruins being outshot 40-12. You just don't see that in NHL games. They have the offensive firepower of a popgun.
40-12. Brother! I don't know what's worse, the discrepancy or the 12 shots. Think about it: The Bruins, as a team, would have needed a shooting percentage close to 60%--this isn't basketball--to win that game with the amount of shots they had. Their leading scorer has more than twice as many points as their second leading scorer.
Bad team, punchless team, rudderless team, team with no goalie, no number one defenseman, no centers, poor-at-drafting team, becomes a moribund--bad every year--team. An Original Six team should never become a kind of outpost, and that's where the Bruins are headed. Happened to Detroit. Bruins are looking up at them in the standings now.
The Patriots released David Andrews and I am glad that they did because I got so sick of that guy doing his "I'm a proud wounded lion/noble warrior" act with his hangdog face in postgame press conference after postgame press conference. Struck me as pure act. "Are you playing well, chief?" I'd find myself asking myself. Felt like a deflection act to me.
An intelligent person has never put a litany of hashtags at the bottom of anything. Perfect advertisement for one's insipidity, shallowness, brokenness, and pathetic desperation to fill a void they will never begin to fill.
I have listened to so much "Dark Star."
Went to Haymarket. Got peppers. They were rather larger this week for some reason, so they cost a buck a piece. I bought six. Normally it'll be nine peppers for six dollars--or thereabouts--but they are smaller. All comes out the same.
The women across the hall from me are in their thirties and they'll be out Thursday, Friday, Saturday until two, three. Just because it's the middle of the night doesn't stop them from slamming the door and shaking the walls. They are rude, boozy, and loud. Here's how they talk: "I literally love the fact that..." and then something that isn't close to being a fact. One of them won't slam the door at ten in the morning because the other one is still asleep and they know how loud it is. They'll give a fuck then. The clods they have over are like the male versions of them. Also huge fans of the word "literally." Apparently, the more you say it the closer you are to the kingdom of heaven.
At what age are you not going to the bars until two in the morning? Should be well out of that by the end of your twenties. Thirties, though? They get lots of little bags delivered to them from Sephora, but they leave them downstairs for days, a week plus. They sit there on the floor.
I've written 7000 words this weekend.
