I'm Going to Kill Kevin

Thursday night the Cleveland Inidans took the home stand and defeated the New York Yankees at a swooping-smashing 12-3. Kenny Lofton was player of the game. I missed the live broadcast, but Todd's mom DVRd it so we watched it when I got out of work.

That badass of a win there was no damn way I was about to miss game two at Jacob's Field so I called off work. I got a haircut at 2pm, afterward we were supposed to rehearse. At the Infirmary house Kevin was no where to be found. We tried his cell phone. Just voicemail. His work said he'd gone home after cutting his finger enough that he needed fourteen stitches. This is probably something that pissed me off more than anything has in a long time. So much so that I had to just walk out, get out of that house. I didn't say a word to him. Yeah, maybe it's not his fault, but maybe it is. The night prior he and Andrew went to some bars in Kent and got pretty wasted. Andrew was still feeling it when I showed up to rehearse at like 3:15pm. No one knew where Kevin slept. I still don't know, but he managed to go from where ever he slept to work on foot. Now, I say it is his fault he cut his left hand because he made the conscious decision to go into a work, around a bunch of machines that people lose there hand in, hung over as fuck--no doubt in my mind. That kind of disregard for himself is what pisses me off the most. Calling off isn't the end of the world, especially since he's worked there for two plus years.

So one can imagine my distress toward the situation, seeing as how I said, "The band is really all I've got going on right now" in just my last post. Did I jinx it? Fuck that, jinxes don't exist; only associations and correlations really. But yeah, the wound is pretty bad and I don't know how long it's going to take to heal. I don't know how long it's going to take to look him in the eye again without losing all respect for him that I had had prior to this. He ain't gettin' respect from me until he exercises some self-respect.

In other news, Friday night play-off game two started off rocky, and continually grew in that direction as the Indians' Lofton and Sizemore were rocking the bases while the other parts of the lineup couldn't get them in. It went all the way to the 11th inning at just 1-1, then at the bottom half Travis Hafner hit a single on bases loaded and we got to walk right off and celebrate. Go Tribe.

A reader who knows me well enough would probably wonder why I'm up at this hour recording a semi-extensive weblog. I had to take Todd to his remedial driver's course, just one of the few steps he's required to take in order to get his license back. I have to pick him up at 5:30, then hopefully we can find some cool shit to do. Saturday nights haven't been up to par when it comes to a Saturday night's potential lately.