any time i win a championship (which is not very often these days, but ive done it since the beginning), i always blast queen's we are the champions, usually about 5 or 6 times, until my wife threatens to kill me. i often will load up on bourbon in celebration of making the NT game, so if i win, i can celebrate in style. and if not, well, i can mourn appropriately. so occasionally, i will join in with freddy mercury, and then i get to play it about twice before the wife steps in :) the fact that she is always sleeping at 2 in the morning doesn't really go my way, but you know, i make due.
i generally dont give pep talks or anything, but during the NT, i will get pretty into games (especially if sobriety has long since went out the window). my wife no longer comes in the room when i explode in, "YOU MOTHER ******, WHAT THE **** ARE YOU THINKING!!", "OH MY GOD, YOU PIECE OF ****" or similar several times in rapid succession. those are the bad games. occasionally i have realistic 3 point celebrations (the kind you have as a fan at a big game, not as a player) as well. ever since i looked out the window mid game and saw my drunken neighbor (he was robbed, hog tied for 2 hours during the robbery, not long ago - so hes kind of over the deep end lately) standing on his lawn, looking around totally discombobulated, with his double barrel 12 gauge shotgun over his shoulder, i make sure to actually close my windows before reading any NT pbps. im not sure if i roused him with my yelling, or if he was just having one of his 2 am drunken strolls with a shotgun over his shoulder (they were a pretty common thing for a while there), but i figured i better err on the side of caution :) and just to note, i really don't live in a crazy whacked out area or anything. im not big on signing my life away for X number of years (especially when X is 30) to own something, so i like to live cheaply, but not at the risk of safety. we actually live in a pretty safe area for cincinnati. its just sad my neighbor went through such a messed up ordeal. hes doing better now though, and its been months since ive seen him outside with his shotgun, or outside wasted at all. and the crack whores who we never saw before the ordeal, who became a multiple times a week thing, they are gone, too. but i still havent stopped closing my windows, that one time did kind of freak me out :)
9/20/2012 3:19 PM (edited)