sunday morning comin' down!
+ things have been kind of rough, lately, but the Week of Hell (which magically turned into Weeks, almost three of them, this time around, ugh) seems to be over for now, so, yay. i'll be here, when the next wave decides to show up, as usual. the most important thing, though, is that all the way through it, fandom has helped me a lot. even just the thought of oh, wait, i get to shut everything out for a couple of hours in the evening, giggling over footballers and tv-shows and dean and castiel and their issues instead of mine, it was enough, and i got through more smoothly than i'd dared hope. bonus points since my fandom friends are awesome and utter utter utter brilliancy. so, here, lemme pour some nutella over y'all, my unknowing saviors! \o/ *pours* also luther. luther helped me alot.
+ ...i know, proper capitalization. the difference between helping your uncle Jack off a horse and whatever. i'm currently too lazy to hit the maiusc key, or hit and then hit again caps lock as i usually do (what? i taught myself how to spell on a keyboard. which is why my right index insists that it's his duty to hit the t, most of the times). so, yeah, grab this post as it comes! in english, too. oh my, oh my.
+ i might have dreamed of navarro on twitter tonight. and no, that's not some fucked up new age sex position, although i probably need to check if anyone updated the kamasutra. i was still half awake, so that's not a proper dream, more like wishful thinking (or, basic fic plotting, as we call it in fandomland, i guess), and it was plain awesome. like, his little bio was something like "padre y amigo y baloncestista", because he knows how to keep his priorities straight, and then "catalá i español", because blah blah blah that kind of thing's important, and "no entiendo el baloncesto sin amistad" or something just as sappy and adorable and definitely gay.
also his conversations were insanely cute and adorable and gay, of course. like, he would tweet ricky to congratulate him or wish him luck before big games (because the kid has a crush and navarro is nothing if not the best captain you'll ever get), and tease joe because who doesn't tease joe these days? even i get to tease joe, for fuck's sake. and then i remembered serge tweeting something about it this summer, about how they were trying to get navarro on twitter, so my brain's instant reaction was picturing all of them fussing around juanca for three months straight, and then, when marc and pau are back in barcelona they have dinner together and juan carlos finally surrenders and agrees and marc needs him to do it right away and then something like this would happen:
@MarcGasol: @rudy5fernandez @sergeibaka9 @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 WE DID IT!!! @jcnavarro11
@sergeibaka9: @MarcGasol @rudy5fernandez @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 @jcnavarro11 told you so guys!! bienvenido capita!
@rudy5fernandez: @MarcGasol @sergeibaka9 @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 @jcnavarro11 YESS!!! NEXT STEP: FELIPE!!!
because, c'mon, that's obviously how it's gonna happen. oh and also! i saw the huge plot hole in there and my brain dutifully supplied a gorgeous solution:
@MarcGasol: a tod@s l@s q lo preguntan: ya por cierto no me olvidé a @paugasol, no lo he mencionado pq el esta aquì!! jajajj http://twitpic.com/photoofpauandjuancabeingextremelygayandambiguouslycloseonacouch
it's after nights like these i understand that my brain, he's the only lover i'll ever really need. (PERLA, DID YOU READ THAT? OUR BRAIN. HE'S SO WONDERFUL.) (also, sorry for my scary spanish skills. i read a couple of books and some fics and out of nowhere i'm convinced i can speak and write and basically rape the poor language. yay.)
+ you know that painful feeling of helplessness you get, like, when your 13-year-old cousin comes to you with a differential equation and asks you to solve it for him because if you don't his evil teacher is going to stab him with a ruler? yeah, right, wrong example. anyway, i hurt myself today (that's a quote), and went through a couple of nba-related blogs because, yay!!!, losing 2-1 against juve wasn't enough.
truth is, i embarked the dangerous journey with all the best intentions! meaning, i needed to know if there was any development in my favourite basketball brothers' situation. because the lockout froze games until the end of November and they've already lost like a lot of money and whatever; so i just wanted to know, you know? dante taught me nothing, really.
the general impression i got from half an hour surfing around is: lakers fans are still huge, unbearable dicks. no news there, i guess. the bright side is, some bloggers seem to have gained some sense, so basically, all the pau hate (which during play-offs got me so disgusted with the entire nba establishment i refused to watch the games), it's coming from the fan-base, and a realtively small portion of it. phew! the universe needs to get over last season, but then again, lakers fans need to get over themselves, and that's not gonna happen, like, ever, so, yeah, i'll have to deal with it.
word going around is, andre bynum wants more space for himself. ahaha, dear boy, fuck off. i mean, god, i like you, alright? but the team works at its best with kobe-pau-ron being its core, plus we don't really need another fucking prima donna craving all the shots and all the passes and everything.
ship him out, i cry, desperately alone,
castaway in a sea of dumbass supporters;
kick him out to whatever destination,
worry not about him, not ever,
but mind your team's dynamics already,
for those are what thou win games and pretty rings with,
not some stubborn kid who thinks he's MJ 2.0!
once again, not gonna happen. AND ANYWAY I'M SO UPSET BECAUSE UGH, PAU, BE THE PRODIGAL SON AND COME TO BARCELONA ALREADY. COME. TO. BARCELONA!!!! it's barely 8.30 in the morning and i feel i've already suffered enough for today, jesus christ.
+ speaking of prodigal sons, here's what managed to wreck my heart quite like three funerals in a row didn't (to be honest, they weren't of people that close to me; family friends my parents saw like once every 10 years, but still, not the best cherry on top of three already pretty uncomfortable weeks) (ugh, three is the magic number) (we got a marriage too, though! cheers!): there's a rumor of real madrid trying to make a move to get marc.
marc. marc. marc. marc gasol. our marc. my marc. mara. yeah, him. and it's a rumor, alright, and they just want to make an offer for him and there's always the possibility that the nba boards stop being dicks and we get on with the regular season already, but, still. but. fucking. still. the mere thought is, to say the least, unsettling. overwhelming. a fucking disgrace. emotionally, first, because WHADDAFUCK, THAT'S MARC, YOU ARE REAL MADRID AND REAL MADRID DOES NOT STEAL FROM LA CANTERA DEL BARCA. you just don't, it's a matter of principle. not even mourinho would've dared, i dunno, try and get bojan out of catalunya. or cesc. or whatever, god, no, he's marc, he's ours. but if it really happens (and it won't, right? no, c'mon, it's absurd), it becomes a problem rationally, too; to my brains (and hopefully xavi pascual's too), besides my heart, and to barcelona in general. because real is currently equipped with: (a) sergio niceface llull; (b) felipe god help me how much i love you why do you have to be a madridista reyes; (c) pocius!!; (d) sese rodriguez; (e) rudy fucking fernandez, and (f) serge jesus christ ibaka, and i won't be surprised if during the next clasico serge manages to get one of his spectacular blocks (IN YOUR FFFFFACE) on navarro. no, alright, i will be surprised, i will probably flip over a table, but you get what i mean: their team is ready to kick ass. throw marc gasol into the equation, that's-- that's scary, alright? even with fran and erazem and boni and juanca, that's scary. scarrrrrrry.
now that i think about it, it might be all llull's fault. he's been marc teammat con la seleccion since the dawn of times, and-- and-- and-- i dunno, i just. don't know. marc, please don't break my heart. please? if you can.
+ denial is my way of dealing with the del piero situation. i had a pretty two-hours long conversation with a friend (as interista as i am; the dude i went to milan with, actually) on the topic, and we both agreed that not thinking about it is the right thing to do. like, play it dumb. "hey, did you hear about the epic fuck-up agnelli did at that press conference?" "no, what?" "well, he--" "SORRY I GOTTA GO, GOTTA CATCH THE FERRY!" by the time they realize there's no docks whatsoever within 100 km, you're safe and happy and denying the shit out of it in your bed.
because, i mean, what? no. no, alright? no. things like this, they don't happen. they don't. fucking. happen.
+ on a brighter note, claudio is pregnant again!!! well, roberta is. THEY'RE EXPECTING! yeah, that's it. they're getting another boy in march and i'm genuinely excited for them oh god. also, yesterday claudio kissed the badge! the game was shit (yu-hooo, interista speaking here!), but that tiny little gesture, it made me sniffle with something different with the unbearable anger i'm currently nursing for most of the serie a games i watch. i mean, aw, claudio, please get someone to stalk you forever till you give an interview where you drool undying love all over del piero. i really need it. i really, really do.
+ the only way i'll ever be able to deal with beckham actually going to psg, is if borriello gets loaned there too. because we all know leonardo has crazy whoring skills, and borriello, well, i love him a lot, and i want him to play, but unless someone decides to start collecting serie a striker's feet, there's not space for him in any of the big name teams. i want him to napoli, i want him in naples so fucking bad, but cavani's not going anywhere, not until summer anyway, and borriello needs to get the fuck out of there in january. but even without edi (URGHHHH NO EDI STAY HERE FOREVER *puts a thousand candles on his many shrines*), there's pandev - alright, borriello is a better choice anytime. but then there's mascara and lucarelli who are dancing around retirement just as totti but still they're there, god, and marco needs. to. play. a. lot. he needs to be called to the nt duty again, i know it breaks his heart not to get the fucking call ups. so, well, napoli actually seems pretty doable. i don't know, though. i don't fucking dare hope at this point. our dearest president screwed up easiest opportunities in the past.
and anyway, spain is not an option (basically because, the hell is he gonna go? whatever option pops into my mind, it's still shittier than staying in rome and playing sub to bojan or osvaldo or borini or my granda in a barrow), and then what? england? germany? eh. so, it all goes back to leonardo and his pimp superpowers. we know marco got along with him and leo was comfortable with him and they were totally screwing each other's brains out when noone was watching; so, if beckham gets there, i'll be perfectly happy, from a completely fangirlic point of view. plus i've never really cared about french footie, another league to follow for the love of one/two players wouldn't hurt (AHAHA, SARCASMMMM).
+ ...i know, proper capitalization. the difference between helping your uncle Jack off a horse and whatever. i'm currently too lazy to hit the maiusc key, or hit and then hit again caps lock as i usually do (what? i taught myself how to spell on a keyboard. which is why my right index insists that it's his duty to hit the t, most of the times). so, yeah, grab this post as it comes! in english, too. oh my, oh my.
+ i might have dreamed of navarro on twitter tonight. and no, that's not some fucked up new age sex position, although i probably need to check if anyone updated the kamasutra. i was still half awake, so that's not a proper dream, more like wishful thinking (or, basic fic plotting, as we call it in fandomland, i guess), and it was plain awesome. like, his little bio was something like "padre y amigo y baloncestista", because he knows how to keep his priorities straight, and then "catalá i español", because blah blah blah that kind of thing's important, and "no entiendo el baloncesto sin amistad" or something just as sappy and adorable and definitely gay.
also his conversations were insanely cute and adorable and gay, of course. like, he would tweet ricky to congratulate him or wish him luck before big games (because the kid has a crush and navarro is nothing if not the best captain you'll ever get), and tease joe because who doesn't tease joe these days? even i get to tease joe, for fuck's sake. and then i remembered serge tweeting something about it this summer, about how they were trying to get navarro on twitter, so my brain's instant reaction was picturing all of them fussing around juanca for three months straight, and then, when marc and pau are back in barcelona they have dinner together and juan carlos finally surrenders and agrees and marc needs him to do it right away and then something like this would happen:
@MarcGasol: @rudy5fernandez @sergeibaka9 @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 WE DID IT!!! @jcnavarro11
@sergeibaka9: @MarcGasol @rudy5fernandez @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 @jcnavarro11 told you so guys!! bienvenido capita!
@rudy5fernandez: @MarcGasol @sergeibaka9 @josemcalderon8 @jgarbajosa15 @rickyrubio9 @jcnavarro11 YESS!!! NEXT STEP: FELIPE!!!
because, c'mon, that's obviously how it's gonna happen. oh and also! i saw the huge plot hole in there and my brain dutifully supplied a gorgeous solution:
@MarcGasol: a tod@s l@s q lo preguntan: ya por cierto no me olvidé a @paugasol, no lo he mencionado pq el esta aquì!! jajajj http://twitpic.com/photoofpauandjuancabeingextremelygayandambiguouslycloseonacouch
it's after nights like these i understand that my brain, he's the only lover i'll ever really need. (PERLA, DID YOU READ THAT? OUR BRAIN. HE'S SO WONDERFUL.) (also, sorry for my scary spanish skills. i read a couple of books and some fics and out of nowhere i'm convinced i can speak and write and basically rape the poor language. yay.)
+ you know that painful feeling of helplessness you get, like, when your 13-year-old cousin comes to you with a differential equation and asks you to solve it for him because if you don't his evil teacher is going to stab him with a ruler? yeah, right, wrong example. anyway, i hurt myself today (that's a quote), and went through a couple of nba-related blogs because, yay!!!, losing 2-1 against juve wasn't enough.
truth is, i embarked the dangerous journey with all the best intentions! meaning, i needed to know if there was any development in my favourite basketball brothers' situation. because the lockout froze games until the end of November and they've already lost like a lot of money and whatever; so i just wanted to know, you know? dante taught me nothing, really.
the general impression i got from half an hour surfing around is: lakers fans are still huge, unbearable dicks. no news there, i guess. the bright side is, some bloggers seem to have gained some sense, so basically, all the pau hate (which during play-offs got me so disgusted with the entire nba establishment i refused to watch the games), it's coming from the fan-base, and a realtively small portion of it. phew! the universe needs to get over last season, but then again, lakers fans need to get over themselves, and that's not gonna happen, like, ever, so, yeah, i'll have to deal with it.
word going around is, andre bynum wants more space for himself. ahaha, dear boy, fuck off. i mean, god, i like you, alright? but the team works at its best with kobe-pau-ron being its core, plus we don't really need another fucking prima donna craving all the shots and all the passes and everything.
ship him out, i cry, desperately alone,
castaway in a sea of dumbass supporters;
kick him out to whatever destination,
worry not about him, not ever,
but mind your team's dynamics already,
for those are what thou win games and pretty rings with,
not some stubborn kid who thinks he's MJ 2.0!
once again, not gonna happen. AND ANYWAY I'M SO UPSET BECAUSE UGH, PAU, BE THE PRODIGAL SON AND COME TO BARCELONA ALREADY. COME. TO. BARCELONA!!!! it's barely 8.30 in the morning and i feel i've already suffered enough for today, jesus christ.
+ speaking of prodigal sons, here's what managed to wreck my heart quite like three funerals in a row didn't (to be honest, they weren't of people that close to me; family friends my parents saw like once every 10 years, but still, not the best cherry on top of three already pretty uncomfortable weeks) (ugh, three is the magic number) (we got a marriage too, though! cheers!): there's a rumor of real madrid trying to make a move to get marc.
marc. marc. marc. marc gasol. our marc. my marc. mara. yeah, him. and it's a rumor, alright, and they just want to make an offer for him and there's always the possibility that the nba boards stop being dicks and we get on with the regular season already, but, still. but. fucking. still. the mere thought is, to say the least, unsettling. overwhelming. a fucking disgrace. emotionally, first, because WHADDAFUCK, THAT'S MARC, YOU ARE REAL MADRID AND REAL MADRID DOES NOT STEAL FROM LA CANTERA DEL BARCA. you just don't, it's a matter of principle. not even mourinho would've dared, i dunno, try and get bojan out of catalunya. or cesc. or whatever, god, no, he's marc, he's ours. but if it really happens (and it won't, right? no, c'mon, it's absurd), it becomes a problem rationally, too; to my brains (and hopefully xavi pascual's too), besides my heart, and to barcelona in general. because real is currently equipped with: (a) sergio niceface llull; (b) felipe god help me how much i love you why do you have to be a madridista reyes; (c) pocius!!; (d) sese rodriguez; (e) rudy fucking fernandez, and (f) serge jesus christ ibaka, and i won't be surprised if during the next clasico serge manages to get one of his spectacular blocks (IN YOUR FFFFFACE) on navarro. no, alright, i will be surprised, i will probably flip over a table, but you get what i mean: their team is ready to kick ass. throw marc gasol into the equation, that's-- that's scary, alright? even with fran and erazem and boni and juanca, that's scary. scarrrrrrry.
now that i think about it, it might be all llull's fault. he's been marc teammat con la seleccion since the dawn of times, and-- and-- and-- i dunno, i just. don't know. marc, please don't break my heart. please? if you can.
+ denial is my way of dealing with the del piero situation. i had a pretty two-hours long conversation with a friend (as interista as i am; the dude i went to milan with, actually) on the topic, and we both agreed that not thinking about it is the right thing to do. like, play it dumb. "hey, did you hear about the epic fuck-up agnelli did at that press conference?" "no, what?" "well, he--" "SORRY I GOTTA GO, GOTTA CATCH THE FERRY!" by the time they realize there's no docks whatsoever within 100 km, you're safe and happy and denying the shit out of it in your bed.
because, i mean, what? no. no, alright? no. things like this, they don't happen. they don't. fucking. happen.
+ on a brighter note, claudio is pregnant again!!! well, roberta is. THEY'RE EXPECTING! yeah, that's it. they're getting another boy in march and i'm genuinely excited for them oh god. also, yesterday claudio kissed the badge! the game was shit (yu-hooo, interista speaking here!), but that tiny little gesture, it made me sniffle with something different with the unbearable anger i'm currently nursing for most of the serie a games i watch. i mean, aw, claudio, please get someone to stalk you forever till you give an interview where you drool undying love all over del piero. i really need it. i really, really do.
+ the only way i'll ever be able to deal with beckham actually going to psg, is if borriello gets loaned there too. because we all know leonardo has crazy whoring skills, and borriello, well, i love him a lot, and i want him to play, but unless someone decides to start collecting serie a striker's feet, there's not space for him in any of the big name teams. i want him to napoli, i want him in naples so fucking bad, but cavani's not going anywhere, not until summer anyway, and borriello needs to get the fuck out of there in january. but even without edi (URGHHHH NO EDI STAY HERE FOREVER *puts a thousand candles on his many shrines*), there's pandev - alright, borriello is a better choice anytime. but then there's mascara and lucarelli who are dancing around retirement just as totti but still they're there, god, and marco needs. to. play. a. lot. he needs to be called to the nt duty again, i know it breaks his heart not to get the fucking call ups. so, well, napoli actually seems pretty doable. i don't know, though. i don't fucking dare hope at this point. our dearest president screwed up easiest opportunities in the past.
and anyway, spain is not an option (basically because, the hell is he gonna go? whatever option pops into my mind, it's still shittier than staying in rome and playing sub to bojan or osvaldo or borini or my granda in a barrow), and then what? england? germany? eh. so, it all goes back to leonardo and his pimp superpowers. we know marco got along with him and leo was comfortable with him and they were totally screwing each other's brains out when noone was watching; so, if beckham gets there, i'll be perfectly happy, from a completely fangirlic point of view. plus i've never really cared about french footie, another league to follow for the love of one/two players wouldn't hurt (AHAHA, SARCASMMMM).