I am a sports junkie. I will watch just about any sport. To name a few… Hockey, Football, Basketball, Soccer, Golf, Tennis, Rugby, Cricket, Volleyball, Water Polo, Boxing, Fencing, Poker (if you can call it a sport), and even Bowling if I’m really bored – (Although I will go to a Rangers game every once-in-a-while, I refuse to watch baseball on TV). Anything on any of the ESPNs, FX, TNT, or any other channel is game. The other night I watched 2 hours of Dodgeball on ESPN Ocho. Most women, such as my wife, will never understand what it’s like to live and die with a sports team. The thrill of victory, the agony of defeat, the silliness of screaming at the TV “noooooooo, catch the damn ball you jackass!”…

It’s been an up and down sports year for me so far. The Steelers and Cowboys are both doing OK and have a chance to make the playoffs. The Stars are coming along nicely and winning games in bunches, and Mavericks are playing well. All that aside, my beloved Pittsburgh Penguins are friggin terrible, and it’s slowly killing me… They picked up a lot of talented guys in the off-season (the loooooong, lockout ridden off-season) and were expected to compete with the best teams in the league. Well, just my luck, they totally suck ass. The second worst team in the entire league. Every time they lose a close game, that knife in my side twists a little deeper. But alas, I am no fair-weather fan. I still watch all the games and scream and yell and curse… and on the rare occasion that they actually win a game, it’s golden greatness. Lets Go Pens (kill me now)!