It's football season. And please, please, please don't read into this that I'm 'dissing' you cap experts... NOT IN THE LEAST... your knowledge is invaluable... it helps determine who, how, etc. LOVE reading them. If I was still young, (or wasn't lazy), I'd be right there with you.
I enter 'another world' when that first kickoff occurs. Every player in Horns is my favorite player. Granted.. it's tough love.... if you're a player and you screw up I'm going to lambast you with every expletive in my vocabulary.... and when it comes to expletives I take 2nd to NO ONE. That goes for coaches as well.
I'm pretty darned focused as well... meaning I don't much look ahead... whomever our opponent is on any given week THAT is my focus. I see little beyond.. 'some', but not much.
During games I tend to 'panic' early... like, the first play if need be. No TD on the first play from scrimmage from our own 2yd line? "IT'S FRIGGIN OVER, THE SEASON IS TOAST"... well, maybe not quite THAT bad... but still bad.
I second guess play calling.. on EVERY play. I'm not always "YOU IDIOT", by any means... but fact is I know better than them.
If we're behind at halftime I go thru a hell waiting for the 3rd quarter kickoff that not even Dante can describe. And during that time I take a solemn oath that I won't buy ONE SINGLE product that's advertising while I'm waiting for the 3rd quarter to start.
I talk to the announcers.... if they don't pay my Ram's due respect... "SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE YOU MOTHERLESS @#$%& SUCKING SON OF A MOLE DIGGER"
I pace, I pout, I berate, and I have a very odd reaction when 'good' things happen... if the 'good thing' is before the final whistle I get angry.. NOT at the Rams.. or anyone, but just... "OK, GET MEAN, GET NASTY, GO FOR THE JUGGLER".
I cannot relax even with a 35pt lead going into the 4th quarter. If anyone around me tries to offer, "Ram's have it" they better be prepared to face my wrath.
If Google comes up with a button you can push to ban players to eternal hell and that sits next to your comfy chair I'd have to buy a new one every week due to wear and tear.
I tend to offer congratulations freely, but always with the admonishment of "THERE, now was that so hard?".
I know, I know... I sound like a cad... a horrible person. But when the game ends, win or even lose, (as long as they fought hard), no one feels more pride in their efforts than I do.
I'm a mess.
- JamesJM