Marc
Pissed
Not drunk. Rage. Like "Black Rage Mutha-Fucka!" from Chasing Amy. Like not being cool-type-blinding/seering/demented rage going on here. Why? What could possibly make me so mad at this moment, right now, here, alone in the bedroom ... football.
And not even real football, which just makes it more enraging. If it were a real football team I was so upset about, I'd feel like my rage would be justified. But no, it's not a real team. It's a digital team from a football game (popular stateside, but maybe not so much in the outlying areas of the world).
I have this football team. I've talked about it here and there. Tom Brady is my quarterback. Plaxico Burress and Marty Booker are my wide-outs. Edgerring James is my halfback. Other people fill up the rest of my roster. I am the highest rated team in the game. My overall stat is 90 out of a possible 100. My defense is a 93. My offense is merely a 90. I have good players. Unfortunately, I suck at the game. And on top of me sucking at it, I should point out that my two roommates are incredibly skilled at it. It's defense. Defense wins and loses games. For me, on the up and up, they lose them for me. I have a 5 and 4 record because my defense refuses to stop other teams from scoring. It's only the 9th week of the season, and already my hopes for making the playoffs (for the first time ever, mind you) are vanishing. The Tampa Bay Buccanneers are ahead of me. The Atlanta Falcons are ahead of me. The Washington Redskins, ahead of me.
I've just lost a bullshit game to my bullshit roommate, Luke. Even without his star player, QB Donovan McNabb, who passes for hundreds of yards per game, who also rushes for nearly as many per game, who somehow finds a way to get the ball in the endzone no matter what the obstacle -- even without this guy he was able to beat me. Bullshit. Total bullshit. I should have won the game. On paper my team is better. On paper I should have a 6 in the win column, and a 3 in the loss column. But no. I don't. I have a 5 and a 4, and together they add up to 9, which is probably how many wins I'll end up with this year as I have three more games to lose against my far superior roommates. This is a hard blow for me to swallow. I've always been so good at video games, but now ... it just doesn't feel right. Damn. It feels downright dirty. I've been had.
Pissed
Not drunk. Rage. Like "Black Rage Mutha-Fucka!" from Chasing Amy. Like not being cool-type-blinding/seering/demented rage going on here. Why? What could possibly make me so mad at this moment, right now, here, alone in the bedroom ... football.
And not even real football, which just makes it more enraging. If it were a real football team I was so upset about, I'd feel like my rage would be justified. But no, it's not a real team. It's a digital team from a football game (popular stateside, but maybe not so much in the outlying areas of the world).
I have this football team. I've talked about it here and there. Tom Brady is my quarterback. Plaxico Burress and Marty Booker are my wide-outs. Edgerring James is my halfback. Other people fill up the rest of my roster. I am the highest rated team in the game. My overall stat is 90 out of a possible 100. My defense is a 93. My offense is merely a 90. I have good players. Unfortunately, I suck at the game. And on top of me sucking at it, I should point out that my two roommates are incredibly skilled at it. It's defense. Defense wins and loses games. For me, on the up and up, they lose them for me. I have a 5 and 4 record because my defense refuses to stop other teams from scoring. It's only the 9th week of the season, and already my hopes for making the playoffs (for the first time ever, mind you) are vanishing. The Tampa Bay Buccanneers are ahead of me. The Atlanta Falcons are ahead of me. The Washington Redskins, ahead of me.
I've just lost a bullshit game to my bullshit roommate, Luke. Even without his star player, QB Donovan McNabb, who passes for hundreds of yards per game, who also rushes for nearly as many per game, who somehow finds a way to get the ball in the endzone no matter what the obstacle -- even without this guy he was able to beat me. Bullshit. Total bullshit. I should have won the game. On paper my team is better. On paper I should have a 6 in the win column, and a 3 in the loss column. But no. I don't. I have a 5 and a 4, and together they add up to 9, which is probably how many wins I'll end up with this year as I have three more games to lose against my far superior roommates. This is a hard blow for me to swallow. I've always been so good at video games, but now ... it just doesn't feel right. Damn. It feels downright dirty. I've been had.
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