That scene when Bane says "I was wondering what would break first? Your spirit or your body.
I've know all along. That pick has to do with everything. That effing pick broke our spirit. That effing pick has to do with Cable and Wilson, and Lynch, and Bevel, and RJdriver and Michael Bumpus, and the tiles falling down in the Kingdome and everything that remotely correlates with the Seattle Seahawks
None of this shit would have mattered had we run the ball in for the win. We were gifted a guarantee of immortality. FOOTBALL IMMORTALITY. We blew it. We will and deserve to be punished for a long time.
I haven't gotten over it. I never will. It requires a plethora of serendipity to win a super bowl. It requires momentum, and talent, and scheme, and timing, and scheduling, and Tanzania, and lack of injuries, and the stars aligning the proper way. All of it happened, and yet, we spit in its face. We should have all vicariously laid claim to two time super bowl championships.
Thats why this Card loss hurts so bad. That's why all this shit hurts so bad. Because we feel we deserve a do over. Something was wrong with the universe that night, and it must tip back right? It couldn't have happened. I fantasize in my mind giving the ball to Marshawn and envisioning the celebration in my head. I'm sick! I fantasize about that shit more than I do ringless' chick with the big tits. I repeat, these losses this year hurt so prodigiously because of that one damn play. I wouldn't give a rats ass if we were 0-9 if I was a back to back champion, but the "should have been" that "never was" is shattering my inner soul. I need help, it's not just a f-ing game to me.
That night last February friends...... They broke or spirit. They broke our damn spirt. That night took away my childhood. which is weird because I'm 43, but it did.
Oh Dear Lord Baby Jesus, I have mixed Ambien and a lot of alcohol before writing this, it may be intelligible and non sequitur , but to a man who's veins are laden with booze and pills, it makes total sense, so don't judge.
Hawks fan since 76'
I've know all along. That pick has to do with everything. That effing pick broke our spirit. That effing pick has to do with Cable and Wilson, and Lynch, and Bevel, and RJdriver and Michael Bumpus, and the tiles falling down in the Kingdome and everything that remotely correlates with the Seattle Seahawks
None of this shit would have mattered had we run the ball in for the win. We were gifted a guarantee of immortality. FOOTBALL IMMORTALITY. We blew it. We will and deserve to be punished for a long time.
I haven't gotten over it. I never will. It requires a plethora of serendipity to win a super bowl. It requires momentum, and talent, and scheme, and timing, and scheduling, and Tanzania, and lack of injuries, and the stars aligning the proper way. All of it happened, and yet, we spit in its face. We should have all vicariously laid claim to two time super bowl championships.
Thats why this Card loss hurts so bad. That's why all this shit hurts so bad. Because we feel we deserve a do over. Something was wrong with the universe that night, and it must tip back right? It couldn't have happened. I fantasize in my mind giving the ball to Marshawn and envisioning the celebration in my head. I'm sick! I fantasize about that shit more than I do ringless' chick with the big tits. I repeat, these losses this year hurt so prodigiously because of that one damn play. I wouldn't give a rats ass if we were 0-9 if I was a back to back champion, but the "should have been" that "never was" is shattering my inner soul. I need help, it's not just a f-ing game to me.
That night last February friends...... They broke or spirit. They broke our damn spirt. That night took away my childhood. which is weird because I'm 43, but it did.
Oh Dear Lord Baby Jesus, I have mixed Ambien and a lot of alcohol before writing this, it may be intelligible and non sequitur , but to a man who's veins are laden with booze and pills, it makes total sense, so don't judge.
Hawks fan since 76'