Osaka Cherokee

I just got back from a basketball tournament two towns over. Today was the worst basketball day of my entire existence. Yes, even worse than the one time Juan "The Mexican Jumping Bean" blocked my shit, and yes even worse than getting constantly beaten at 21 by the Glavich's in their driveway with their make-shift basketball hoop made out of a piece of plywood and a discarded bike wheel. I missed at least ten breakaway layups tonight.

Of course I'm a fucking idiot and can't take shit like this so I lash out the only way I know how...unhinged violence. After I missed my eighth layup I punched a metal door as hard as I could. I'm 99% positive my middle finger is broken and at least three others are seriously fucked up. Typing this is extremely painful and blood is oozing out of a gash on my finger but this is how I'm punishing myself for being such a fucking idiot.

I think I know what's wrong with me and why I get so fucking pissed when I have a bad day at basketball. Its cuz I feel like I have to defend my Ameicaness out there. If somebody beats me I know for a fact they are gonna go home and tell all their friends how they schooled a big American and that is something I can't handle. Like I told a guy yesterday when he started getting a little huffy, "you may be better than me at basketball but you won't beat me in a street fight so I'd settle the fuck down if I were you.". For the record he did settle down.
So now I'm gonna try to drown my sorrows with a lethal dose of our ol' pal alcohol and call it a night. So I'm gonna raise high this bottle of Hida Takayama Brewing Agricultural Corporation Stout (I swear to god that's the name of this Japanese microbrew) and give a salute to all of you out there who can keep your emotions in check. Fuck it, to those of you who can't too.

Song of the Day: Pedro the Lion- "The Poison"