It’s been a miserable week. The last thing I needed was another Bear loss.
Besides having trouble sleeping and wetting my bed, I was caught crying at work, twice. And the second time was in the cafeteria in front of like 20 people. I was a wreck. They sent me to see HR to calm me down. The only rep available was a Lions fan. One comment led to another, next thing I know, we’re throwing down. I got hit so many times, I thought I was surrounded. She was a lot tougher than she looked. We were finally separated by one of the guys from Marketing and a UPS Deliveryman. I guess I found a new way to answer the question, “What can Brown do for you?” So let’s just say it wasn’t a good week for me. But with seven days behind me since we last lost, I woke up Sunday optimistic at the prospects of the second half of our season. After all, with us not playing, we couldn’t lose, right? Or could we?
Once again, things didn’t quite turn out as I had hoped. Don’t get me wrong, I missed watching us lose again about as much as a good water-boarding, whether you consider it torture or not (wikipedia.org/waterboarding). And I’m hopeful that next week we’ll reap some of the rewards that a week off can bring. But even though we didn’t lose, all three teams in our division won. GB jumped to 7 – 1, Detroit is now 6 – 2 and Minnesota caught us at 3 – 5. And trust me on this; there is nothing worse than being caught from behind by a Purple People Eater. It seems we just can’t catch a break. And when you catch yourself saying (or writing) that, it usually means that your team sucks. So even though there wasn’t a Bear near a field Sunday, it turned out like every other Sunday this season: dismal outcome with an abysmal outlook.
So with much convincing by my family, I’ve finally accepted the fact that God is punishing me for my blasphemousness (and yes, that is a word). I don’t think he’s taken too kindly to the blog. But hey, if you can thank him for hitting a HR or scoring a TD, then you can blame him for losing. And I honestly think he hates the Bears right now. I haven’t figured out why, but our staff is working on a few leads. It’s been hard getting witnesses to come forward, though, and go on the record with the lead suspect being omnipotent. He sees and hears everything, so I can’t really say that I blame them.
Either way, it’s just a lot to deal with right now. I was already kind of down, but now I’m watching the writing as it’s being spray painted on the wall. And it’s dripping and messy, and rife with grammatical errors, but I can still somehow understand every word of it. And in a nutshell, it reads, “We suck.” Even my therapist canceled this week, saying, “Good luck with all that.” Added to which, I’ve now got God working against me.
So all things considered, I guess I’m grateful that we didn’t play. And what I’m hoping can get me through the next seven days (in addition to the restraining order at work), is that the division can’t be won with seven wins. And even though we’re four games back, we still have eight games to play with only three against teams that are currently over .500. So until there’s literally no chance, there’s still a chance. And hey, Tommie Harris guaranteed it. So we got that going for us, which is nice.
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