I hate …
December 17th, 2009 by Jeff Pearlman
… Joe Lieberman, watered-down pasta sauce, fantasy football, college coaches, cats and Burger King.
But I loathe winter.
It’s already started. I’m sitting here in Cosi, freezing my ass off. Absolutely freezing. Door opens, chill blasts through, I’m miserable. I hate the cracking skin on my hands. I hate the excessive heating bills that haunt my dreams. I hate when snow creeps in between the bottom of my glove and the top of my sleeve. I hate walking my dog at 7 am. I hate shoveling my driveway, hate chopping ice, hate that stretch from January 3 through mid-April, when hell comes to New York and grips us all by the throat.
If tomorrow my wife says, “Let’s move to San Diego!”—I’m gone.
Sadly, she likes the cold.
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December 17th, 2009 at 12:25 pm
Dude, you hate cats? Now that’s cold!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Why do you hate Burger King?
December 17th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Jeff, I know you run. Do you run in the cold?
Also, even though I am not an admirer of Sarah Palin, this article puts her in a different light. She has gone running in worse weather than either of us have (at least me).
http://www.runnersworld.com/article/1,7124,s6-243-410–13221-0,00.html
December 17th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
i bet u didnt hate lieberman 8 yrs ago.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:11 pm
Tyler, why would anyone NOT hate cats? Cats are the worst.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:28 pm
I hate racism, but I guess Joe Lieberman, watered-down pasta sauce, fantasy football, college coaches, cats and Burger King are all good things to hate, too.
December 17th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
I have two cats, and I hate one of them. The other… eh, she’s ok. Jeff, I’d recommend Florida, where I live, but the culture down here is rather sparse. Plus, I get tired of the heavy downpour around 4 to 4:30pm every day from May to September. Of course, the upshot is that we did go to Wet’N Wild on Sunday and it was great… No crowds, no waiting… It was a beautiful day and we loved it.
December 18th, 2009 at 10:41 am
I hate mass-produced American beer. As I heard an Australian say to me once, “It’s like f**king in a canoe. It’s bloody close to water.”