Life, in recent weeks, has been that of a NFL football game: unfair, intense, and down-right dirty. At this current moment I feel like Drew Bledsoe in 2000; getting my ass handed to me by a fourth string young quarterback from Michigan. Now, if you are from New England or a New England Patriots fan, you know exactly what I am speaking of; Tom freakin' Brady, the man, the myth, the legend. Yes, the man who managed to snag one of the hottest supermodels in the world, the 'Lord of the Rings', the unattainable, undeniable, sports Super Hero. For the rest of us? Ya, we are more like Drew; sitting on the sidelines watching the Super Hero crush what we had so carefully built. Let's be honest, does anyone even know what Drew is up to these days? If I were to guess? Sitting on the couch eating Cheetos and doughnuts drinking Miller High Life as Brady waltzes down the red carpet with Giselle. Life, my friends is that of a NFL football game: unfair, intense, and down right D-I-R-T-Y.
It started a few weeks ago my friends. I became the old school Drew from 2000. The moment I would recover from a Vince Wilfork kinda sack, I would get another one from Mankin. Sack after metaphorical sack, I realized that my time on the ground was starting to get a bit comfy. After all it would be easier to just park my sorry ass at home and give up. You know that vision I depicted in the previous paragraph? It doesn't seem SO bad. (Cheeto's ARE friggen good, and hey, let's not kind ourselves: we have all lived the high life...) Giving up, for many, is the answer. But I realized that a part of me, had a Tom Brady kind of drive. And when I tell you I got sacked? I GOT SACKED. Anything that you could physically imagine going wrong, DID.
I once read that people actually don't really listen to you when you are complaining about your life. I mean, we all have shitty ass days we wish would disappear forever. Why bore you with the particulars? But I can tell you from this standpoint, if I were a referee? Unnecessary Roughness and TOO MANY MEN ON THE FIELD.
