It only NOW dawned on me that I'm the ONLY one unwilling to dance naked in the streets until the fat lady sings. Love you? NO... in fact you're setting off every friggin', (believe me, I would not as a rule use the word friggin); nerve fiber in my body screaming to shout at you to SHUT THE HELL UP... WE HAVE GAMES TO WIN. If we're fortunate.. "GAME", not plural.
While all of you, ALL OF YOU, are popping champagne corks I'm shouting to the football Gods, "IGNORE THEM, THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO".
I don't like YOU doing it, I don't like the media doing it, (which they are). THIS IS THE MOST ANXIETY RIDDEN WEEK OF THIS YEAR FOR ME... and you guys are are kicked back like Heather Locklear is giving you a back massage... or in Mama's case "Brad Pitt'.. or whomever, you get my point.
I blame Fantasy Football... or Vegas, not sure which. ODDS are the goal.. NOT WINS, NOT CORONATION... bleeping ODDS.
Sorry... but while the rest of you are two weeks, hopefully only a week, ahead of me I'm stuck in TODAY. - JamesJM
P.S. All said in good humor, even without smilies, but never the less dead on point.
