I wish to preface the body of this post with a note for anyone wielding a stick; I've begun this thread with the utmost of sincerity (and besides, Firestorm promised it's return some 8 months ago, consider this a slightly different iteration). If you don't have a rant, go away. If you're going to snipe and sledge (covered within) take it to PM or go away.
I've spent the last little while having a gander through the old rants threads (lee & Rooster progeny) looking for a rant that surpasses the one I have brewing so that a sort of relativism can be used to calm me down and give some perspective.
There is nothing.
I'm typically not a very emotive poster, so please excuse me for a few hundred words while I break rank and rant. The last week has been ordinary at best, downright fucked at its crowning worst.
I have three rants. First, cricket. To the cunts at Western Suburbs Cricket Club, who had a lot to say about the spirit in which the game should be played in the first week of the fixture, I find you to be nothing but a collection of two faced, disingenuous ass pirates who would place bonus points as a higher priority than retaining any level of fairness or dignity in a game that no one can argue you played better than us.
After we called back a batsman that had been incorrectly dismissed while we were getting absolutely pummelled, you applauded our honesty. When I was given out caught behind off my thigh pad - something that the short leg, square leg and mid off all noticed and spoke about at tea - rather than extend the same courtesy, you took to the pettiest of sledges and send offs as I trudged off in disbelief.
That you would carry on and boast about it as though you deserved to dismiss me is both ludicrous, foul sportsmanship and a terrible indication of the values you and your club hold. To ten of the eleven "men" involved in that fixture, I only wish that each of you are held to such ridiculous decisions in the future and that you are met with as poisonous and spiteful derision as I was (for being rooted to the spot in disbelief for a moment as I was given out), so that you may have an opportunity to see how fucking pathetic you all were.
To the eleventh member of the team, you're alright.
Secondly, to ex girlfriends that spoil nights by continually emotionally blackmailing people. Move the fuck on and stop spoiling mine and my friends' nights. You do yourself no favours. I used to enjoy your company, I really did. But now when you're around I constantly cringe. Fuck, he's even reluctant to spend time with his girlfriend if he knows that you'll be around. That isn't healthy. Back the fuck off and stop spoiling my nights. I'm sick of watching you spit the dummy over a fucking molehill. I'm sick of watching walk out on dinners or a small gathering in the spa and sitting in your car waiting for someone to come out and make sure you're ok. Grow up. Deal with whatever you need to and be normal again after a year of acting like a prima donna or just go away.
Finaaaaaaaally, I understand that no one sets out to do damage to someone's motorbike. It's why they're called traffic accidents or whatever. But similarly, when you walk past that particular bike on no less than three occasions and then reverse into it, I feel entirely entitled to calling all manner of synonyms related to retard. That you would then not make mention of it and get someone else to says a lot of your character. If you damage someone's property, man the fuck up to it.
To compound issues, this is a bike I'm meant to be selling on Sunday. Thanks a lot.
Here's to a better next week, starting tonight.