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abooja
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It's 6:30 a.m. and I've been up all night, furious for the past two hours as my weekend has been ruined by electronics, and my brother. Somehow, I felt I should share this information with you guys, given that you're the few who might be able to empathize.
I've waited two long weeks and all weekend LONG for this damn race, and was even prepared to wait another day to see it, as it was my father's birthday today (yesterday) and I would not be home to see it live. All night long, I warned family members to avoid Channel 5 (FOX in NYC), as the race was on and I did not want to see even one second of it, for fear of ruining the outcome for Sunday morning.
Then my brother decides to tell off (i.e. curse out) his dingy girlfriend during a heated, late night game of spades with my folks, thus bringing the evening (morning) to an abrupt and obnoxious halt. Forty-five minutes of breathtakingly bad traffic later, I would arrive home at 4 a.m., already disgusted and exhausted.
To top things off, my cabbie apparently understood not a single word of English (NO exaggeration whatsoever) and nearly got into several accidents, making abrupt stops on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway (an oxymoron, for those of you who've never had the pleasure) whenever he misinterpreted my "Keep going!!!" as "Get off right here!!!". I practically had to beg him to drop me off at the corner. Damnit if I didn't still give him a $5 tip.
So, I finally make it into my apartment and go to give the folks the obligatory "I got here okay" phone call, and notice I've got a message on my answering machine. (Wouldn't have even looked if I didn't have to make that call.) It's my great pal, Stephanie, from work, and it seems she's decided to stay home and watch television this Saturday night and, lo and behold, she's actually watching the race!
"Where are you? Answer the phone! Where are you? Your boy is out!! Your boy is out!! Aggggh, call me when you get this message!!!"
Naturally, I flip out when I hear this, and on my poor father a bit when I called to tell him I got there okay. (That's an overprotective Italian/Brooklyn kind of thing, by the way.) And on the upstairs neighbor, I'm sure, who must have heard the ranting and throwing of objects below. This chick from work had COMPLETELY ruined the race for me, I believed at the time, and I would surely remember to stick that to her on Monday.
After much gnashing of teeth and spewing of hate, I decided I needed a sedative before I would even attempt sleep: a rerun of Seinfeld that I taped a few days back. One "in the can", as I like to say. That would surely calm me down and put me in a good mood for sleep. I'd wake up whenever and just watch the race anyway. A ruined race is still better than no race at all, right?
Except that -- heh -- when I went to press the eject button on my VCR just an hour or so ago, I noticed that the cable power light was off. Panicking, I turned on the vcr and, sure enough, it hadn't recorded a g**damned thing. Must have been an electrical outage or something. Seriously, I checked everything at least three times before I left, and all lights were on and things were good to go. I rarely make that kind of mistake. I know I didn't this time. I just got screwed again. It's just that simple. :grrrr:
BTW, checked the cable guide for a repeat performance of the race, and found nothing but PPV In Demand channels, for some g**forsaken reason. No rebroadcast of the Pepsi 400 in the next 48 hours anwhere on all, what, 800 friggin channels???!!!!! That's just grrrrrrrrreatt!!!! Might as well take a shot, hit the boards, and at least find out who won the sonofabitch.
Welcome to the worst part of this nightmare. From all that I've perused online, the 2002 Pepsi 400 was one of the greatest stock car races in recent history! Michael Waltrip won, for chrissakes!! He NEVER wins, and he won at Daytona! Again!!! And then all that business about Junior running great all along, then being told to go for the win, and getting pushed back at the end. Classic, classic stuff.
And I will see none of it. Not now, not tomorrow morning, not not ever, but maybe in 5 or 10 years when ESPNClassics gets a hold of it. May as well be never, ya know?
So I guess I'll finish cleaning my apartment tomorrow. Or actually pick up a book and do some studying for a change (heaven forbid). Or work on my horticultural project.
Except that -- oops! -- it's ALREADY tomorrow and I'll accomplish nothing useful tomorrow (today) given what happened yesterday. It'll just be eating away at me every time I read a post about the race, and about this or that aspect of it. I won't be able to contribute anything to the discussion and I'll be pissed for a good, long time, I don't mind tellin you. Hell, I may even be stubborn enough to decide to carry this one to the grave.
Okay, so I'm exaggerating there, but I am massively pissed.
Thanks for participating in this mental health clinic with me.
abooja the vanquished :anon:
I've waited two long weeks and all weekend LONG for this damn race, and was even prepared to wait another day to see it, as it was my father's birthday today (yesterday) and I would not be home to see it live. All night long, I warned family members to avoid Channel 5 (FOX in NYC), as the race was on and I did not want to see even one second of it, for fear of ruining the outcome for Sunday morning.
Then my brother decides to tell off (i.e. curse out) his dingy girlfriend during a heated, late night game of spades with my folks, thus bringing the evening (morning) to an abrupt and obnoxious halt. Forty-five minutes of breathtakingly bad traffic later, I would arrive home at 4 a.m., already disgusted and exhausted.
To top things off, my cabbie apparently understood not a single word of English (NO exaggeration whatsoever) and nearly got into several accidents, making abrupt stops on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway (an oxymoron, for those of you who've never had the pleasure) whenever he misinterpreted my "Keep going!!!" as "Get off right here!!!". I practically had to beg him to drop me off at the corner. Damnit if I didn't still give him a $5 tip.
So, I finally make it into my apartment and go to give the folks the obligatory "I got here okay" phone call, and notice I've got a message on my answering machine. (Wouldn't have even looked if I didn't have to make that call.) It's my great pal, Stephanie, from work, and it seems she's decided to stay home and watch television this Saturday night and, lo and behold, she's actually watching the race!
"Where are you? Answer the phone! Where are you? Your boy is out!! Your boy is out!! Aggggh, call me when you get this message!!!"
Naturally, I flip out when I hear this, and on my poor father a bit when I called to tell him I got there okay. (That's an overprotective Italian/Brooklyn kind of thing, by the way.) And on the upstairs neighbor, I'm sure, who must have heard the ranting and throwing of objects below. This chick from work had COMPLETELY ruined the race for me, I believed at the time, and I would surely remember to stick that to her on Monday.
After much gnashing of teeth and spewing of hate, I decided I needed a sedative before I would even attempt sleep: a rerun of Seinfeld that I taped a few days back. One "in the can", as I like to say. That would surely calm me down and put me in a good mood for sleep. I'd wake up whenever and just watch the race anyway. A ruined race is still better than no race at all, right?
Except that -- heh -- when I went to press the eject button on my VCR just an hour or so ago, I noticed that the cable power light was off. Panicking, I turned on the vcr and, sure enough, it hadn't recorded a g**damned thing. Must have been an electrical outage or something. Seriously, I checked everything at least three times before I left, and all lights were on and things were good to go. I rarely make that kind of mistake. I know I didn't this time. I just got screwed again. It's just that simple. :grrrr:
BTW, checked the cable guide for a repeat performance of the race, and found nothing but PPV In Demand channels, for some g**forsaken reason. No rebroadcast of the Pepsi 400 in the next 48 hours anwhere on all, what, 800 friggin channels???!!!!! That's just grrrrrrrrreatt!!!! Might as well take a shot, hit the boards, and at least find out who won the sonofabitch.
Welcome to the worst part of this nightmare. From all that I've perused online, the 2002 Pepsi 400 was one of the greatest stock car races in recent history! Michael Waltrip won, for chrissakes!! He NEVER wins, and he won at Daytona! Again!!! And then all that business about Junior running great all along, then being told to go for the win, and getting pushed back at the end. Classic, classic stuff.
And I will see none of it. Not now, not tomorrow morning, not not ever, but maybe in 5 or 10 years when ESPNClassics gets a hold of it. May as well be never, ya know?
So I guess I'll finish cleaning my apartment tomorrow. Or actually pick up a book and do some studying for a change (heaven forbid). Or work on my horticultural project.
Except that -- oops! -- it's ALREADY tomorrow and I'll accomplish nothing useful tomorrow (today) given what happened yesterday. It'll just be eating away at me every time I read a post about the race, and about this or that aspect of it. I won't be able to contribute anything to the discussion and I'll be pissed for a good, long time, I don't mind tellin you. Hell, I may even be stubborn enough to decide to carry this one to the grave.
Okay, so I'm exaggerating there, but I am massively pissed.
Thanks for participating in this mental health clinic with me.
abooja the vanquished :anon: