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So for the past month I have had Manchester Orchestra’s Like A Virgin Losing A Child CD on repeat in my car. No shit, one full month. Now, I like to play a fun game called “okay when I switch to a new station this next song will represent so and so”. It’s a magnificent little game, many versions exist: if I make this shot so and so will happen. If the red sox come back and win, I will go talk to the girl that I keep making really awkward/across the room eye contact with. Whatever floats your boat. If you respect the game you will be amazed at the unquestionable precision attributable to sheer chance.
Collide by Howie Day has been the last song playing directly before three painstakingly awful happenings of my life. Envision: the next song will represent my performance on the baseball field today. Shuffle ipod, Howie Day, broken ankle. Less than a year later, this song will represent the rest of the day: howie day, basketball practice, broken ankle. Senior year, a nervous quarterback putting complete faith in his eerily accurate pastime of letting the next song predict the future lays the State Championship on the line: Howie Day, are you fucking kidding me? I played decent and didn’t break my ankle but it was the most crushing defeat of my life. I spent 2 years busting my ass to win this game and thanks to a few crushed adderalls on the bus ride down by a couple of important position players we came up snort…short.
Anyways, I hop in my car yesterday after an intense dodgeball matchup in which we lost our perfect season. This is my first year in said semi-competitive dodge ball league in fine city of Manchester, New Hampshire (sarcasm). The opponents on this particular evening have dominated the league five years running and to put it simply are arrogant pricks. You better believe I took this game personally. So help me god I will win this game single handedly if I have to. We lost. Obviously frustrated I cuss myself out for having the same CD on repeat in my car for a month (right, that’s why we lost) and hit the eject button…..fuck you howie day. It’s been like what, 8 years since this song came out? I nearly shit myself.
Repeat Offender: fuck Howie Day
*BRYtunes Genius Recommendation: Irresistible- Jessica Simpson, Play Count 22
*This shit goes both ways. Irresistible represented the Junior League state championship game in which I threw a complete game shut out in extra innings to clinch a trip to regionals. You better believe that song will be full blast in about 3 weeks when dodgeball playoffs come around…”even the best fall down sometime” you bigheaded douches. Slide piece to the dome coming your way.
