Obligatory Football Posting

So…As some of you might know, playing digital football has become an addiction of mine. As much as I yell at my TV and feel like the worst excuse for a human being who wants to go outside and pour lighter fluid all over his controller and watch it burn in the driveway when I’m losing a game, I keep playing.

I can’t stop, well I can…I think, but I don’t want to. And it’s not an addiction as if I don’t take care of my life or whatever; but when I’m winning, damn I feel good. And if the score is close my heart beats so fast, I feel like I just got done running, which I don’t think I’ve done in the past 20 to 25 years.

So as of March 24th 2017 at 5 o’clock p.m. Central Standard Time I have played 318 online games against other people, I’ve won 180 of those which means that 138 of them resulted in a loss. Which means I won 56.6% of the games that I played against random people.

For the longest time I did not have a rating and I did not understand how someone with a record of 120-140 could be ranked when someone else with a record of 140-120 could not even be ranked. I still don’t understand it.

As you might know, or can make an educated guess at, I play as the Seattle Seahawks and I have for the last 318 games. It’s my team, I don’t care how bad they might be; hell…Matt Hasselbeck could still be our QB and guess what, it won’t change. You could say this player is better than that player, but I don’t really care; is he wearing a Seahawks jersey?

See now…if Marshawn Lynch comes back to the NFL as a Oakland Raider that is…I don’t know man.

Anyhow, I got done playing a game one night and it finally gave me a ranking, it’s got slightly better in the past two days. According to the game I’m ranked 7,053 out of 100,000 players. That feels really good, probably better than it should; not many people are going to be like, “Oh look at that kid.” They are just going to see my gamer tag next to numbers that most likely won’t mean much to them.

And, honestly I don’t feel like I’m…deserving of that many wins when you take into account that if you quit the game, you lose; if they quit the game you win. I have a few wins that are just wins because the other person didn’t even snap the ball and he was forced to forfeit due to excessive grieving, which means they got 3 penalties in a row.

I also have a few loses because my modem decided to take a shit, and if I left the game, which is what happens when you lose internet connection, then you lose.

Then you got to account for the fact that the majority of players do dumb shit that a coach would never do unless he was trying to lose his job. They go for it on 4th&25, they fake a field goal on the 4th down when they are 70 yards away from the goal post. That being said some of those games don’t even feel like a competition.

And then you get those players who do dumb shit, but for some fucking reason get away with it every time. Sometimes I keep playing them and say, “They’ll fuck up sooner or later.” But when they don’t and I’m losing 21 to 0 in the second half, that is when I quit.

But I guess I’m way better than I thought, I’m in the top 7.1% of the top 100,000 players.

So…don’t ask me why the picture says my rank is 0-0; I’ll just make an educated guess and say that the system is slow at updating.

What the Fuck!

You would think people are smart. You hope so right? I mean, people can’t be that stupid, can they? Sadly they are.

I’m not the best at football, hell I’m in a wheelchair and I can’t even physically play football, or you know like…walk. I’m not a coach, I don’t know what formation is better than another, I have a difficult time telling what someone might do based upon their formation. But I’m starting to learn.

And strategy plays a big part too. In the worst case scenario, don’t be fucking stupid.

I just got Madden 17 as a birthday present. I bought Madden 16 about a year prior. And I grew to like it a lot more then I thought I would have when I started playing people online to find out that I could actually fucking play.

Modern Warfare…now that’s a game I can’t play online. I run around like a chicken who can’t find his dick and lost his head. Then I just get sad, depressed, and angry that I’m not as fast as Joe Blow over there. And every time I think I’m about to shoot someone here comes a bullet in my the back of my head.

But football is actually a game that I can play; I lose some, but I actually fucking win too.

I finally understand how you could get so pissed at someone that you don’t even know and end up yelling some stupid shit to yourself like, “Fuck you, you goddamn piece of shit motherfucker, you didn’t have that ball and my player should fucking shoot your kicker because you’re a piece of shit.”

But I don’t really feel that way, so why I do in that “zone” is weird.

My score on Madden 16 was about 180-160 or something like that, the numbers might be different but I do know that I have about 20 more wins than loses. Madden 17 is slightly different as far as game play and the mechanics behind it. So after playing it for awhile I entered the online realm and currently have a record of 4-7, or 5-8.

And here is my conclusion.

For the people who actually know the formations and the plays based on those formations. you can more than likely beat me every time.

The majority of them however, do stupid shit; like no one would ever hire them as a coach. Because we all know that if you can’t pass the ball for shit and every time you run I push you back a yard or ten the smartest thing you can do is pass the ball on 4th and 23 when your on my own 13 yard line.

Like what the fuck man?

Some of them get lucky. They’ll pass it 80 yards and actually catch it. And that is when I yell at my TV.

So…I just got done playing some guy. It was the Seattle Seahawks versus the Seattle Seahawks, of course I try to do a friendly quit, I didn’t want to play the same team. But he rejected my offer, so at this point I had to play him unless I wanted a guaranteed loss.

The game didn’t even go into the second quarter before he quit. He obviously didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. But was he playing that way because everyone does stupid shit that would never happen in the NFL?

He ran the ball to the 17th and passed it on 1st and 10. I blocked it, so naturally 2nd and 10 is up and at this point I figured out that he was going to pass it, in give or take the same direction, so I play Cover 4 and Zone All but he held onto the ball too long in the pocket because all of his receives were covered. So I sack my favorite quarterback 6 yards into the back field.

3rd and 16 is up and he plays the same play, I play the same play, he passes it, but Richard Sherman blocks it.

This is the second time he’s been on 4th and more than 10. I already put 6 points on the scoreboard due to a TD and a missed EP. So once again…same plays, pass, block, and and this point I can just make it 9-0 by kicking a FG on 1st and 10 and my own 27, but before I can do that, he quits.

You would think people who play this game would actually know how to play, or even learn.

So, if I get more wins then loses, which will most likely happen, it’s because they keep doing stupid shit that makes you assume they are 9 years old and the only thing they know about football is watching it with their father.

That Great Feeling

So…I have a personal journal that I keep on my computer. Something that can help me figure out how I’m feeling, more or less a chance to talk to someone, myself, without being judged for what I might say or how I truly feel about something.

This morning I woke up with the idea that I had to take out the trash, do the dishes, wash clothes, and put away my section of said clothes. Which is all well and good…whatever. At some point I came to a stand still where I could not do anything because I was told not to until such and such, which is fine, but she was still in her wake up period.

So I went to the store to get a few things. While I was driving a few memories that didn’t really make sense were rushing through my head and I felt like I was at peace. And for most of the country it will most likely seem weird to you. The more I thought about it, the more I was able to figure out why I felt so good.

This morning was cooler then it has been lately. It was a cool 60 degrees with light winds, cloudy skies, and light rain.

As some of you know I moved to Washington State in the year 1998, I was 14 at the time. I did not get my drivers license until I was 17. My first car was a 1988 Mazda 323 which was then followed with a 1992 Acura Integra, but the kind of car has very little do to with this story.

Like most kids that just got their drivers license I was looking for any excuse to drive anywhere. Most of the time that excuse made no sense to anyone, but me, and the only reason it made sense to me was because I got to drive somewhere.

And…for those of you who happen to live in that area, and a few of my followers do. When I first got my license I was not allowed to drive on Meridian, 512, 410, 167, or I-5. At some point, like a year later it was okay for me to drive on Meridian.. Then at some point after that I just said, “Fuck it,” and drove where I wanted to.

And that is why I know Puyallup/Spanaway area like the back of my hand. I drove so much for unknown reasons that I leaned everything. And for someone that has to use GPS to get from point A to point B and back to point A that is saying a lot.

As some of you can figure out by now, the majority of the time that I went driving was when it was cloudy outside, and more then 80% of the time, if it was cloudy it was also raining.

I spent a lot of time in my car driving in a large circle from my house, down sunrise, down Shaw, up to 112th, 94th back to 160th going by Rogers High School and then repeating the same route in reverse order before ending up at home.

Most of that time I spent alone with my thoughts, I was able to process my feeling and figure out a way to cope with whatever was bothering me at the time.

I think that is why I felt at peace today as I drove to the store. It was cloudy, light rain, a light breeze. Totally remained me of Washington and being a careless teenager that didn’t have and real problems.

The only thing I’m missing is friends, evergreen tress, the idea of an ocean 20 miles away, and a 14,410 foot tall mountain that hid in the clouds 75% of the year.

If I had nothing to do…I would drive down by my old house, the one I lived in prior 1998, just drive for the hell of it. Maybe even get on I-80 and head towards Grand Island just for the hell of it. I actually felt good and I didn’t want it to end.

That’s Fucking Awesome!!!

Awhile ago I posted a post on this thing were you can make a post about stuff that you want to post about. In that story I was talking about how I’m a sore loser and how if I’m playing a game of football and can’t seem to make anything work I get pissed at the other person for no reason.

That has effected me negatively. I’m currently under a 24 hour ban from using any form of communication on Xbox Live. Someone reported me, which is justified, I can’t sit here and act as if it’s not my fault. I was playing some dude, or girl; who was playing as the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Me being me and missing Washington State as much as I do, I was playing as the Seahawks and have been for 100 games now. My record is currently 43 wins and 57 losses.

I was playing the Steelers and they held me back on every run play and I could not seem to pass it for shit. They got a touchdown within the first few minutes of the game. But I’m trying to learn how to be a better loser.

I got reported for unsportsmanlike conduct!

After they charged down the field in 5 plays, got 7 points, forced me to punt on the forth down when I didn’t gain more then a few yards, then was lucky to intercept the ball from them when all I did was pass it back to them…I quit. Which ultimately counts as a loss.

After I quit I got a message saying, “Lol.”

Being in my angry state I replied by saying, “Fuck you too.”

So…I was reported for that, which I’m not really complaining about, but it does suck. On the other hand in the last few days I was called a N word buy some dude that said, “Look at that you stupid n….., you missed the field goal.”

“Whatever dawg, I hope you’re black, but I didn’t ever talk to you and even if I did you have no idea if I’m black, white, Latino, or Indian”. I left that game too, mainly because I didn’t want to listen to him talk shit anymore.

Then I also got called the F word, not Fuck, the derogatory word for someone who considers themselves to be a homosexual. All because I got a touchdown and after listening to him talk some more shit I quit that game too.

So onto the other part of my story. I won! I won a pretty epic game and it was pretty ironic if you watched the Superbowl with the Seahawks and Pats. At one point they were on the one yard line playing offence and were able to get a touchdown by running it into the endzone.

So I have to account the game the best I can because I’m like…blown away.

I’m sitting there staring at a blue screen with a football helmet slowly spinning in the background while in the middle of the foreground a clock that keeps time from 0:00 is letting you know how long you’re waiting to find an opponent.

After watching the loading screen after it found some random opponent I hear Jim Nantz say “Seahawks, Patriots, coming to you from Foxborough Massachusetts”…

The game started with me figuring out that he, or she, loves to run the ball over and over and they didn’t pass it much. They made it down the field pretty damn quick and made the score 7 to 0. I was mad but I was willing to try to be a good loser, and I didn’t get the ball yet, so I wanted to see how fast I could make it down the field.

I’m the type of player that passes it short, rarely down the middle of the field. My top 3 receivers are Luke Willson, Jimmy Graham, Doug Baldwin, and on occasion I’ll pass in to my side to Marshawn Lynch. I normally run out routs where one receiver runs from the left side to right side of the field or vise versa while they cross the other receiver running the opposite direction.

I run it as often as I can though. If I keep gaining 4 or 5 to even 9 or 10 years per run I keep doing it. I will mix it up with short passes however. And I’m even starting to learn what someone might do based on their defensive formation.

I made it down the field, slower than him, but ended up tying the game 7 to 7. By the time I tied the game there were no more than 20 seconds left in the first quarter. If you don’t know, when you play online you are given a 5 minute quarter.

I gave the ball back to them after a kickoff and at this point I had a better idea of his play style and most of my plays were tight blitz’s, every now and then moving my line backers to the outside to try to either run in for the QB or defend against a pass. This was actually working! Every now and then he was lucky and ended up getting another first down, but for the most part I was keeping them back.

At one point he ran and ended up going like such: 1st & 10 than 2nd & 13. On 3rd down they decided to give the ball to Tom Brady and run to their four o’clock  giving them a 3rd & 24 after Michael Bennett chased him down. For some reason he went for it, and was lucky. Got a first down based on a pass but I kept holding them back for the most part.

Once again they went for it on 4th & 17 but ended up passing it to Richard Sherman and this resulted in me running back down the field giving me the lead of 13 to 7. I don’t understand why it does it, I think if you quit games too often it makes it harder for you to kick the ball; even thought the green circle was in the middle of the goal post I ended up kicking it far to the left missing the extra point.

At this point in the game it turned into a defensive battle where nothing was done but going down to pass it to the other team and vise versa. During the second half he made it down and got a touchdown to make the score 14 to 13. He was also lucky enough to get a safety on me making it 16 to 13.

There were 18 seconds left in the forth quarter and I figured the game was over. I also had all timeouts left and in 2 plays I manged to make it from the 18 yard line down to the 37 yards line on the other side of the field with two passes that I didn’t think I could have done, but I did! With 3 seconds left on the clock I called my last timeout just to successfully kick a 52 yard field goal.

The game went into overtime. It was scored 16 to 16, and it was at the last second too. It wasn’t like the game was tied and either of us were able to get any points. It was a “Fuck it” moment that actually worked.

He won the coin toss and took the ball. The game is 16 to 16 and the first one to get a point would win the game. At this point in the game he shifted from running to passing and shortly after kickoff he ended up passing the ball to me. And to be totally honest he should of challenged the play.

I caught the ball in the air, the player who caught the ball was headed out of bounds and I don’t think his feet were down when the ball was caught.

But he didn’t do anything besides quit, so I got a win for not winning, I most likely would have; I got the ball back on the 30 yard line and my goal was to run it as close as I could get to the goal post while trying to waist as much time as possible and if for some reason he got me to a 4th down I would have just kicked a field goal.

Now that I think about it, there were 4 minutes left, they had 3 timeouts…they still had a shot. But they quit.

And in a weird turn around, he gave me a win so whatever. But it was a great run to get to where it ended.

 

My Anger Turned Into An Addiction

So I got a problem, sometimes, actually every time I’m confronted with this issue I don’t know how to deal with it, but for some reason that anger has turned into an addiction that still causes me anger. I don’t know why I do this to myself.

I know not to get in that state of mind, but I keep doing it. Makes me wonder how others are able do it without being so angry for something so simple. I really do think I have a problem.

It’s not drugs, not alcohol, it’s a video game. Madden 16 to be more specific.

I started playing people online. In many ways it annoys me…but I keep doing it, over and over until I want to take my controller outside and pour lighter fluid on it just to watch it burn.

There are a few things that bother me about other people who play online. People who always go for it on 4th down, even 4th & 22…and they somehow get the first down every time. On one hand I’m saying, “If you win by playing that way, you win playing that way,” and the other part of me says, “What the fuck are you doing asshole.”

Then there are those people that go for a 2 point after every touchdown, that just pisses me off. And for those of you that can actually do it time after time…I just picture you sitting in front of your TV saying, “Ha ha, you fucking asshole, you suck at this game.” And all you do it shove it in my face.

I don’t even know what my record is…I think I got 22-35 or something like that. I’ve been going though streaks. I win a few in a row, then I lose a few in a row, then I win, then I lose.

I can’t really blame them, when I’m winning I just play, and I feel good at the same time. But I don’t do stupid shit like go for it on 4th & 5 or try a 2 point conversion when I don’t need to.

When I’m losing I turn into someone that I don’t like seeing. My heart beats really fast, my hands sweat, I actually feel like my life is part of that game for however long. Even if I’m winning.

Sometime I have room to chill out, like if it’s 21 to 3, then I can kinda stop trying to play and just keep running out the clock.

But if I’m losing I automatically assume they are the worst person on the planet. I’m not a violent person but I wish I could mod the game so every time they score my defender in the field goal block would pull out a gun and shoot the kicker.

That sounds really bad now that I actually say it, I’m not a violent person, I don’t wish violence on anybody. Even if they say all Mexicans are drug dealers that somehow steal our jobs without a social security number or want to ban everyone in a religion from entering the country because of a few bad people.

Something about that game and losing turns me into the worst person ever, and it’s just a God damn video game, why do I allow myself to feel like I want to turn on my mic and start yelling at them to tell they how shitty of a human being they are?

I’m not like that, why do I do it?

Part of wonders if it’s because I can’t physically play football. Like Marshawn Lynch didn’t get this mad when he lost because it’s all about that action boss. But they get paid, a lot, a lot of fucking money…even if they lose.

I don’t know…I guess I’ll stop playing…but I don’t want to…but I should…but I don’t want to…but it makes me angry…but its fun…but…

 

Quick Update

I just got home, I’ve been home for about two days now and I got to go back to work on Monday, the first Monday of 2016. And it feels like Sunday, I have to keep reminding myself that it is Saturday.

I went to Washington State over my Christmas break, I even took a week to do so. I’ve been saving vacation time at work the whole year in case this would happen, and it did. So I got paid for being 1,300 hundred miles away.

I’m not really going to sit here and bore you with details that you would not really care about.

Friday, Christmas night, my friend Dmitry came to pick me up, after getting lost. My parents live in another town, connected to 4 other town that connect to the town where I used to live. So he got lost and after talking to my dad on the phone he finally showed up.

A few minutes prior to this I was waiting at my house for Eric to get done with the family dinner, but they take forever to eat so by the time I looked at my phone to read a text message that said, “Hey brah, we just got done eating.”

I simply typed back, “Fo shizzle my nizzle whizzle dizzle.” After sending that message I go onto type another one, “Just go to Jay’s man, Dmitry is going to pick me up…and don’t forget to get beer, I’ll pay you back in cash.”

As I’m sitting in Dmitry’s car I get another text message after Dmitry told me the story I was expecting to, but didn’t want to, hear.

“Hey man, go get some beer.”

“I thought you already did.”

“Yea, but I think we need more.”

“Dmitry wont or can’t drink”

“Fuck it, get some more.”

We pulled up to as gas station and he ran into get a 18 pack of MGD. As we pull up I look at him to say, “Man, I don’t want to feel like I’m making you do something you can’t do.”

“I’m not drinking it bro, just chill.”

When we were driving toward my other friends house, before stopping at the gas station, Dmitry told me something, something that to be honest didn’t catch me off guard. Nonetheless it was something I was not proud of, something that I thought he learned the first time.

“I got another DUI bro.”

With a smirk to my face as if I was disappointed I said, “Yea, I figured.”

He then goes onto tell me that he passed out behind the wheel and ran into trees which flipped his 1994 SUV. He also informed me that he was wearing one of those ankle bracelets that detect alcohol. And for extra measure he added, I can’t even smoke either.

Not like I was planning on smoking pot anyways, but I guess he felt like he needed to put that out there.

He spent some time in jail and was telling me all the stuff about how bad it was and how he will never do it again. He is one of my best friends and all I can do at this point is hope that he means it. In the back of my head I kept thinking, “Yea, that’s what you told me the first time.” I hope he learned this time, I really do. But that’s all I can do, hope. I’m 1,300 miles away now, I can’t save him from himself, and even then I’m not his mother. He is 32, he should know better by now.

Atleast no one else was harmed in the process. I’m also glad I didn’t lose a friend.

We finally showed up to my other friends house and hung out in the game room for awhile.

Fast forward a few minutes and I’m sitting out back with Jay’s son, I’m drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette while he is asking me about my life, my job, Nebraska, so on and so forth.

While this is going on Jay, Eric, and Dmitry are in the garage. Jay and Eric are drinking beer and whiskey while Dmitry is drinking Canada Dry.

I’m the fist one back inside. As I’m sitting on the couch staring at four TVs-one on the pause screen of Fallout 4, one playing Mythbusters back to back, with two of his three kids playing Xbox on their own TVs-Eric comes back inside, drunk off his ass, and falls onto the seat right next to me and looks at me and says, “Hey Daniel, you want to talk about Heroin.”

“No I do not want to talk about Heroin,” I had a look on my face as if I was saying, “What the fuck! Why the fuck would you…what would even make you ask me that.”

I eventually put it together. As much as I saw it coming I didn’t want it to.

Back when I lived in Washington, Eric lived in Colorado for a two or three year period. He came to visit and I found out that he had a friend in Colorado that could get a hold of Oxycontin. When I found this out I remember thinking to myself, “Man, stop it dude.”

But the last thing I thought he would have done was Heroin.

“Back when I was living in Colorado, towards the end of it, I was a Heroin addict.”

I just sat there and starred at him, I didn’t know what to do.

Jay was in the room at the same time and popped into the conversation and said, “You’re glad you lived in Nebraska when Eric moved back.”

“Why”

Eris looked the same as I remember him, the only difference was facial hair. He looked very good, standing at five foot ten and weighing in at 170 pounds.

“When Eric came back he was down to about 105 pounds, his skin was the same shade as masking tape, and he looked as if he didn’t cut or maintain his hair for about half of a year.”

Eric and Jay go onto a side conversation and part of me was listening to them talk about Eric detoxing from Heroin and how violent and sick he became. The other part of me was glad that I never stopped to see Eric in Colorado on my way from Washington to Nebraska.

That…I don’t know if I would have been able to mentally comprehend that. Of any drug, the one that I was hoping he would not do would have been heroin.

As much as I saw it, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to so much, that I convinced myself that it would never happen.

If I were to have seen him in his junkie stage I would of most likely cried because I would want to make a knee jerk reaction and never talk to him again, but at the same time understood that Eric is a good guy and we had some fun time together.

Based on how he look now a days, this information is not going to stop him from being my best man.

I just do not know how I would have handled that.

And I got to go now, I made this post way longer then I was expecting.

I spent about another 7 days in Washington after that, I even got all of my music back. Now I just got to sit in front of my computer and figure out what I have and what I got and merge them together without creating tow copies of the same album.

Other than watching The Rams kick the shit out of my Seahawks I had a pretty good trip.

It could have been better, but at the same time could have been much worse.

Shout out to everyone living in the 253, you’re awesome.

And no, I did not edit this so… if you find a word or something that is misspelled or misused well, whatever. I’ll fix it at some point, hopefully.

Talking to Myself: Part 5,378,988.9

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Dat ass doh. Look at that man, or woman, that is a nice ass ain’t it?

I felt like I had to write about something, the problem is…I don’t know what to write about. I guess I’m just going to go off the cuff and say whatever comes to my mind that is like a train track with a drunken engineer and no conductor. Last night I was lying in bed with my soon to be wife and she was rubbing my lower torso, that being said my penis was ready to go like a soldier standing at attention. A while passed, we were still lying there and she asked, “What are you thinking about,” and she should know by now that she never gets the answer she is expecting when I said, “How you can get kicked out of a game of football for abusing penalties.”

Last night I was playing Madden 16. Coming from someone who used to live in the general Seattle area, someone who now refers to that area of the country as their home I was playing as the Seahawks. I went to the Superbowl, and won, under the franchise mode, now I’m playing a fictional 2017 season. Not like the game is not really fictional anyways, but after the Superbowl I went though the off season, the NFL draft, and even signed some college players, who are most likely fictional. Anyhow I now have a team with new players, some of the same, same couch, but new team and new season technically.

Anyhow to continue with what I was saying, I recently started playing head-to-head with random people online…again. Last time I did that was when I was still playing Madden 10.

The first game I had was against this dude who was playing as the Patriots, sometimes you can get a feel of who you are playing against. I can’t lie to you, I can’t sit here and tell you the difference between 3-4 and 4-3 offence. I know, that makes me a bad person right? I’m from Nebraska and don’t know how to grow corn or the difference between nickle and dime defenses.

Anyhow this person that I was playing did not seem like they knew what they were doing, maybe they did and just didn’t care. But he, or she, was way too blitz happy and that being said I could not run the ball for more than a yard or two. I only had a limited amount of time in the pocket, the game I was forced to play was a pass game, but I could only pass the ball a maximum of 20 yards, most of the time only passing 5 to 10; slowly making my way down the field.

He didn’t run the ball ever, unless he scrambled; and most of the time when he scrambled he would drop back 10 yards or more to attempt a 40 to 50 yard pass.

But they were lucky and connected on a few of the passes, but he kept going for it on 4th and 10, or even 4th and 20. So I would get back the ball often, on my own side of the field too. Once I got 30 yards away for the end zone I would just run it even if I didn’t go anywhere. My goal was to waste as much of the clock as possible and get a field goal if I didn’t get a touchdown.

Just like every other player, he quit the game with one minute left in the forth quarter, and this was after he passed it for 30 yards right into the hands of one of my players. As far as I’m concerned I won that game 10 to 13. Even if I did punt it on 4th down he wouldn’t have enough time to make it within field goal range.

The next game I played was with someone playing as Green Bay. I got 7 point on the board within the first minute of the first quarter due to a fumble on the kick off return. They quit at halftime when the score was 20 to 0.

Then I played someone who was playing as Denver. This person knew more about football then I did. He kept sacking my quarterback from the outside, he would stop Lynch on the inside, the coverage was too good and every pass was either picked off or incomplete.

At one point when the game was at 14 to 0 in the second and I knew I couldn’t go anywhere I ran the ball backwards into his end zone and gave him a safety making in 16 to 0. Before I started playing I said to myself, “I’m not going to quit this game because I hate it when people do it to me.”

I’m amazed how emotional I can get when playing football. If I’m winning I feel like I’m on top of the would, when I’m losing I end up yelling at my TV saying, “Just fucking punch him in the helmet, who cares if you get kicked out of the game for unsportsmanlike conduct, just fucking hit that motherfucker in the God damn helmet.”

When he hit me so hard that I fumbled the ball on a running attempt, after he ran it in for a touchdown and made the game 36 to 7 I just kept going forward on his PAT attempt. Kept getting a penalty and forcing him to attempt it again, when I would just run forward…again.

So I got kicked out of the game for abusing that system. Why he didn’t decline it and get the extra point anyways is beyond me.

So that is why I was thinking that.

Speaking of video games, Fallout 4 man. that’s all I’m saying.

I’m leaving work early tomorrow, taking 4 hours of my vacation to come home and plant myself in front of the TV with a 16 ounce can of Monster.