Hurting

I'm up because I fell asleep at 10pm, and I've tried to avoid football news but like an idiot I checked twitter for some quick news feeds - and saw a video of Cam talking in the locker room.

I saw the players singing as he explained that he doesn't care about outside perception. And I softened, because I could tell it was Stew and Tolbert and co., and that...well...I guess I started thinking of Norman crying, and how this team fucking loved each other.

And it hurts. It hurts because I liked the team so damn much. It hurts because it was a total uncharacteristic meltdown and we have to watch a far - not a little - a FAR lesser shit-ass team parade around like they're hot shit, and truth be told they're not a top five team.

This is not right. The world is not set right, and won't be until whoever is crowned next year whether it be us or someone else, walks off the field.

That is a bullshit team right there.

I'm still hurting over this. I'm not mad, but I'm contemplating assaulting someone who's perfectly innocent so I can fucking FEEL something again.

 

Yeah!!!

Made my eyes moist.

 

You're taking this shit way too serious, dude. You're hurt over a fucking sporting event in which you aren't a contestant? What a miserable wreck of a fucking life you must have to act like such a two cent bitch on a message board because your favorite fucking football team lost.

Take a page out of Paul's book and grow up, maybe get a job, a life, and man the fuck up. Boy.

 

I was over it by 11:00pm.

 

Monday night

 

I wish....sleeping Sunday night was a bear. Shoulda drank more. I'm basically in the same camp as Paul.

 

Collin has not posted since the SB started.

 

I never sleep anyway. At least Bad Grandpa was on Sunday night/Monday morning.

 

He's probably riding around in his car being happy he still has it.