sigh
just for the sake of consistency, we played game nine today. man, did we especially get our assess handed to us. we lost like somewhere around the vacinity of 1000-6. so much for the streak. it's become comical to me now, though. i'm far removed from the frustrating aspect of it. hey, at least i caught another pass and got my first interception. there's only one thing i have to look forward to at this point since i won't allow myself to quit... just one more game and it's all over, finally. fuck it, i'm gonna play quarterback and just fuck around all game long, not even try to win. just like throw the ball at people and try to bean them on the head n shit like that. maybe i'll throw an interception on purpose and then chase the guy down and tackle him, bobby bouche style. fuck the team, i'm gonna hit someone. the ref too, he's gonna get it... he's been a dick to us since the season opener. that four eyed, retarded looking, fat, ugly, liver spotted, hairless, except for the ears and nose, smelly, belligerent old fart. i'm gonna karate chop him in the throat. and then i'm gonna call everyone on my team a fag and call it a day...