If you're not enough without it, you'll never be enough with it

During the Sociology class I take notes in, I seriously fell into a "funk."  Basically, I felt like I was never going to get out of where I am and I don't particularly like where I am.  I fell like I'm surrounded by the same boring set of people in the same situation that I have my whole life and that I'm going to be in this situation forever.  And I don't want to be.  I want to do extraordinary things - yet I don't want to compromise who I am.  But who I am gets in the way of where I want to be and what I want to do.

Maybe I'm not realistic enough.  The types of people I come in contact with on a daily basis annoy the crap out of me, yet I can't seem to surround myself with people that I'm not annoyed by.  I have this image in my head of friends and family that I get along with perfectly, we all do the same things and we don't belittle each other.  Of course that's not realistic!  Duh!

I'm just tired of feeling like the only intelligent person in the room ("in the room" being a euphemism for people - strangers, acquaintances, bosom buddies - I am surrounded with).  I know there are people around me who are just as smart, but I can't seem find them when I need them.  What's worse, I'm afraid I won't like them when I finally do find them.

I guess that comes of a weekend spent on my own - I get that ugly "lonely" feeling.  However, when I do get that feeling and I do go out and see other people, I come home feeling like "gosh - I never want to leave my house again!"

I hope I didn't offend anybody by this.  It's not meant at any one person or group of people.  Like I said, this is a "funk" I go through and it makes me second-guess a lot of really good decisions (i.e. I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't pursue the Masters program that I'm working on applying for - never mind the fact that I've felt really, really, REALLY good about it up until now).  Hopefully it'll go away and I'll go back to ranting about politics, sports or what-have-you.

"Heroes" starts again tonight.  Maybe that'll give me some material.  The bad news is that it starts during the Colts-Dolphins game on Monday Night Football.  I haven't been able to watch a Colts game at all this season (all two weeks of the season - yeah...) - we'll see how this works out.  I have to cheer up somehow.

A Win in Fifteen Minutes or Less or This Game's Free

What kind of Colts fan would I be if I didn't use my Colts icon when they won?

The Indianapolis Colts beat the Miami Dolphins 27-23 on MNF.  And I have a few thoughts about this Week 2 of NFL football.

1. It Helps When You Score in the First 12 Seconds: Proving once again that Peyton Manning is freaking made of awesome - and Dallas Clark is a stud in his own right - the first possession of the game and Manning throws to Clark.  Clark breaks a potential tackle and cruises into the end zone.  So, the whole third quarter, the commentators are carping about how little time the Colts' offense has been on the field, I can't help but think - "Yeah, but what did Miami do with the ball all that time?"  In the end, the Colts wound up winning the game with only having had the ball a total of 14 minutes and 53 seconds.  Apparently, that's a record of some kind (I missed the ESPN graphic and I'm too lazy to go look it up).  When you're the Indianapolis Colts, it's about quality, not quantity, my friends.

2. Lassie Stayed Home: The Ute in me cringed when I realized that Austin "Last Minute Stab to the Heart" Collie was starting for the Colts offensive line.  There's an unnerving trend that occurs when a BYU alum starts playing in the NFL, particularly for teams that I like: when they're in college, they beat up on the Utes and gloat about it incessantly, but then they trip over their own (tied) shoelaces when they make it to the NFL, thus undoing all that "Quest for Perfection" crap that the pansies at KSL pee themselves over every week.  Luckily, Lassie stayed nice and quiet and didn't let the Zoobie curse impact the game (thought I did roll my eyes after he missed a pass and the commentators chose that moment to mention that he'd served a 2-year mission for "The Church of Latter-day Saints" *headdesk*  He just freaking missed a catch and you choose that moment to mention his religious affiliation?  Must you lump him in with us when he does stupid stuff like that?)

3. I Find it Interesting that There's an Ad for the Paris Hotel in Vegas on the Side of my Screen Right Now: Rookie Pierre Garcon made the game-winning catch for the Colts.  There will be more shouts of "Run Little French Fry!" coming from my living room this season (I doubt he's actually French, but it works.  Heck, he's playing down the line from the white Mormon boy.  Football doesn't discriminate).

4. Win or Lose, You Still Look Like Lisa Frank: I know, I know, I missed a year of football and apparently the Dolphins are a renaissance team.  Yippee for them.  I can't ever cheer for them (Sean Smith notwithstanding - though I'm glad he's doing well for himself).  They're still wearing that craptastic turquoise and orange motif.  Look, I know Miami has this weird affinity for the '70s - what with the 1972 Dolphins' perfect season, blah, blah, blah.  But can't you update the logo and the uniforms?  You're already represented by a mascot that gives Greenpeace reason for being - why make it worse for your dignity?  I'm sure the Williams sisters would be happy to draw up a new design for you - something that doesn't say second grade and pigtails.  That's all I'm saying.

(Guess I shouldn't talk - the Utah Jazz play in purple and powder blue.  Hard to take something like that seriously.)

5. The Term "Paydirt" Should Not Be Taken Literally: Can we not play on those hybrid base/football fields?  Beyond the fact that the referees' safety is in danger when they get their signals mixed up (for the non-sports educated, the signal for "No Good" in football is basically the same for "Safe" in baseball), baseball's lost all its pride - I would rather not be associated with their brand of athleticism.