Just Another Manic Monday

It seems that almost every monday, I can hear that song playing in the back of my mind all throughout the day. It has come to my attention that there was an arrest made at school today, involving one of my least favorite people in the world, Tyler Prue. It appears that Tyler was the little bastard who stole Fred Caruso's cell phone. (Yes Fred Caruso from 94.1 FM, he's totally our varsity baseball coach.)

Anyways, with that being said, I will move on to news about the JV baseball team. Today, as I was forced to make the trek to Hopkinton on the bus with the rest of the team, I realized that baseball was not fun and that its is just taking up time. Lame. I hope I never play baseball for Winnisquam again, but I am sure that I'll be back playing again next spring. After making this stupidly obnoxious voyage down interstate 89, we lost 4-2. Losing just made it even more time-wasting.

The JV softball team lost as well, but that has become fairly commonplace for them, no offense intended. Our JV baseball team was equally as bad last year, with a 2-8 record. ehh.

So, for closing notes on Monday: Tyler Prue is a sneaky little bastard, Both JV baseball and softball suck, Fred Caruso is awesome, and Manic Monday is a good song.

Athletics

The Winnisquam Bears JV baseball team totally demolished the Moultonborough JV team. This is a very good thing for the baseball program, which has been sluimping as of late, but the team is seeing a total lack of motivation. Nobody wants to be there. Even when the team is winning everyone just wants to go home, except for individuals named Jason McDonald that seem to have no life outside of Baseball and Sportscenter.

This leads me to another point. I was listening to the JV coach talk about how jumping on trampolines hurts his back. You know that your age has begun to catch up to you when activities that promote fitness make your body worse. Growing older is not at all something I am especially looking forward to, but I suppose that it has to hapen someday.

To hell with it, maybe I'll die an early death in some type of unnecessary and flambuoyant fashion before I grow old. That wouldnt be so bad.

In other news, I have heard through the gigantic grapevine of rumors that votes will not be counted for the class elections until tuesday. Seriously, what kind of geniouses do we have to hire with our tax money to count a few hundred votes? Come on people.