i will build a boy -- -- -- from sticks and mud and stones -- -- -- his name will be apache fog -- -- -- he will be my own.

we had a double-header soccer game this evening. lost the first game 1-nil because we couldn't get our act together. won the second game like 7-nil because the other team didn't have an act at all. the player i was marking in the second game was seriously special needs. i am not talking about haha-stupid -- i am talking about old school short bus retarded. oh, there you go - climbing up on your politically correct high horse to ride on over to your politically correct soap box, but you can just climb the hell down because i don't care what you say, special-needsers do not belong on that soccer field. yes, we are not olympians, but no we aren't kidding around either. she is going to get hurt or get someone else hurt. everyone can't do everything everywhere all the time just because they think it might be fun. i can't enroll at rensselaer, she can't play soccer in a league that's not special olympics.

SIT DOWN. SHUT UP. THAT'S LIFE.