Euphoria, the Mets, and 24

So imagine a press conference by Ernie Acorsi that says the following:

"The New York Football Giants have just agreed to terms with former Ohio St. QB Johnny Utah to a 6-year contract."

Euphoria. You'd be combining the best with the best.

So you could only imagine how I felt just minutes ago when I discovered that Daniel "Rudy" Rudiger had left the streets of South Bend, Indiana worked his way thru the United States government to become a vital member of the country's counter terrorist defense program.

For those not in the know, this was just one aspect of Fox's 2-part, 4-hour heroin injection that was the kickoff to the fifth season of 24.

Like Pokey in New Jack City, I was fiending. A botched DVR during my weekend trip to Los Angeles denied me of my fix.

A failure for Big Maciej to attain a car to pick me up at the airport slowed my progress. But finally, at long last, it happened.

The junkie got the goods. For four hours I felt like I was on liquid crack.

See, I don't really take drugs, but as you all know, I flat out love the action. The women, the booze, the gambling, those are things I condone.

The feeling when you play Metallica, Van Halen or AC/DC to pump yourself up. For me, it was the "tryouts" scene in Rudy that always got me going, which is why seeing the little fella on board only made me that much happier.

I'm the kid that needs to get to a basketball game 10 minutes early because I love seeing introductions.

(Editor's note: Is that really the best picture you could find from that movie, Sip?)

As the great Bodhisatva once said, "Pure adrenalin, right?! The ultimate rush. Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it -- all you gotta do is jump."

Well to me there are few things that bring this rush. Those moments when you just feel perfect, excited, euphoric.

I am proud to say that I feel this rush when 24 is on the screen. I block out my unemployment, my dwindling bank account, the unknown funk coming out of my bedroom.

But I am prouder to say that I feel this way about Mets baseball. I'll show up at Shea around 30 times a year. It's just what I do. Some people like to read. Others like to see plays or music shows. Others, like our pal Johnny Utah or Ann Marie Chadwick, love to surf.

For me though, those 30 or so seconds before our boys take the field, that is when I am at the top of my game. Everything is perfect, not a care in the world and all I feel is pure adrenaline.

This year we were treated to the sweet sounds of T.I.'s "Bring 'em Out" which had such a double meaning. Not only was the song freaking incredible, but the lyrics, "bring 'em out, bring 'em out" also happened to make a lot of sense considering the timing.

For those 30 seconds I get the chills, my hair feels like it is being raised and floating and everything else in the world stops.

I live for that shit.

I'm basically just in a sick mood right now and I needed to dump my adrenaline through what else, a blog. COOL SIP.

Nonetheless, I hope you guys all have this feeling that I am having right now. For most of you, I would imagine the thing that takes you there is Mets baseball. If that's the case, well, you're sort of screwed during the offseason. That's where this blog comes in. We do our best, but if our best isn't good enough for you, hey, pitchers and catchers report to spring training in just over a month.

Of course, Mets baseball and 24 aren't the only things that provoke that perfect feeling. Sometimes I get it when I'm just with my best friends or the perfect girl.

Either way, it's the best.

That's all.

I want to drop something special to my old pal J Raw for being the only person to send an email to Nick the Voice in regards to his Lost DVD.

I was serious about that one, and I'm sad to say that one of my few Yankee fan friends took that one down, and I'm a little disappointed.

Either way, J, very strong pal. Stay up big baby.

VCD,

SM