After months of monitoring mundane and meaningless offseason developments, taking every word of players' tweets to mean something, *****ing about all the moves I disagree with, and letting myself set into a pessimistic trance, game day has arrived.
Everything else up to this point is meaningless and today it all comes out... strangely I am letting strange feelings of optimism to enter my mind. Feelings I have not felt for 10 or 11 months.
As this body buzz sets in and I enjoy the next few hours, I hope to GOD that this is not the highlight of the season. If we can pull this game out, I can open my New England door and give a big FU to all of the petty band wagon jumpers crying their way home, and I can have the biggest smile on my face... and as sunset happens and we are leading the NFL at 1-0, I will go to sleep a happy man.
Here's to these hours, even IF they are the best of the year!
Everything else up to this point is meaningless and today it all comes out... strangely I am letting strange feelings of optimism to enter my mind. Feelings I have not felt for 10 or 11 months.
As this body buzz sets in and I enjoy the next few hours, I hope to GOD that this is not the highlight of the season. If we can pull this game out, I can open my New England door and give a big FU to all of the petty band wagon jumpers crying their way home, and I can have the biggest smile on my face... and as sunset happens and we are leading the NFL at 1-0, I will go to sleep a happy man.
Here's to these hours, even IF they are the best of the year!
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