I'm heartbroken and depressed. I'm battered and broken - alone and lonely.
Football season is almost over.
Like a summer fling, her parents are taking her back to California for school and after a few awkward post cards and a playoff game or two she'll gone.
"But now you'll have all weekend to do what you want - you aren't glued to the TV!" the Lady Friend says.
Maybe what I WANT is to yell at people on TV because they didn't get the fuck out of bounds to stop the clock.
Maybe I want to scream at the coach that he is an idiot and why the hell would he run a draw on 3rd and 9 - does he WANT the other team to win?
Maybe I want to want to have something to talk about when I am in forced awkward situations with other guys.
Without football I'll have to think up other things to talk about - like the weather or current events.
But the beauty of football is that the very nature of the sport means you get to yell - even when having mild conversations about it.
"Did you see that Colts game?" random guy I don't like will ask.
"I KNOW! Can you BELIEVE that hit? I thought he was dead. Really. I thought he was dead. I didn't think they were going to bring the golf cart out to get him - I thought they would just bring the hearse on the field."
Nope. Now my conversations will go like this -
"Man, some weather, eh?"
"Yeah, crazy. I hate the cold!"
EVERYONE HATES THE COLD! IT SUCKS!
See? I'm already yelling and making a scene and this is my own blog! Imagine what happens when I am at a bar or museum or church!
Football isn't a sport of aggression for the players - it is for the fans. It is like one big game of "my dad can beat up your dad" but we have logos and colors - like a modern day Braveheart.
But now it is all gone. I have to take my aggression out in other places. I have to find other reasons to blindly support someone and yell at others for disagreeing.
Luckily American Idol is coming up.