I remember yelling and cursing a ton....at one point..I quit this site, swore off football...re-evaluated my priorities...somehow got past my wife...and dinner...up to bed...no memory of it. I vaguely remember something about OT.
Woke up....done with it all. Done with football, teh Jets...you feckers.
I was done.
I think I'm still done.
Went to my son's Football game tonight....watched his QB get carted off the field to an ambulance with an exposed bone wrist injury...(which I knew would happen, this kid is all heart, not much arm, runs 25 times a game and is not a big kid)...
Why do we do this.