Why. Why must I come here and speak after a weekend of torture. All my hopes and dreams for this year were crushed in a span of 4 hours Saturday night. I had marked that day on my calendar months in advance only to be crushed when the time came. I really don’t want to talk about it so I wont, however that game is the only thing passing through my mind. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t function.
The tears fall down my face. Picture a young man, lost in a world of sadness, with nothing to look forward to.
The only thing that I have hope in now is the Lions winning the Super Bowl. Let’s just say I’m setting myself up for absolute disappointment in the months to come.