Still wading in the shallow end of my career.
Putting effort into something which gives no reciprocity is a bit stupid.
The Chicago Bears didn’t listen when I said to fire defensive coordinator Mel Tucker and start Josh McCown over Jay Cutler. They kept Tucker, gave Cutler a huge raise and let McCown go to Lovie out in Tampa. Now, despite the overhaul of personel on Defense, the Bears have more holes in their D-Line than a gopher field. Jay Cutler still tries too hard to make a play, like he does every year. Josh McCown is starting in Tampa. And the Bears are 0-1 after not being able to hold down the vaulted Buffalo offensive surge. Good God.
It’s out of my control. I don’t get a say. I have to roll with the punches when being a fan. And I don’t want to do that any more.
I’m too old to watch someone else make all the decisions that can determine my joy. And I don’t have my friends around to enjoy the game with.
Hell, I didn’t even want to play fantasy football this year but then I moved 2,200 miles west. I wanted to do something stay in touch with my friends back home and they didn’t want to do coding – go fig.
And to my knowledge, I don’t have any kids that I could share the experience with and share their joy in their heros.
And let’s not even talk about Ray Rice & TMZ.
That shit’s not worth the mention but to say I’d be lying if I said it didn’t factor into my decision. And that story’s only going to get crazier-than-fiction before it’s done.
I can only sway back and forth in the pounding waves of manipulated news cycles before I throw up.
Kicking the football habit.
It’ll feel like overcoming an addiction, complete with shakes and swearing, but until I get my coding cross-training done, I will have to treat the training like Grad School. Which means either I give up time hanging out with my fiancee and dogs in the California sun, or I give up watching something of which I have no other involvement. There ain’t time for both.
And if my father taught me anything, it’s that only a fool ever considers giving up his family.
Now, how to tell my family, “No. I didn’t see that play, either…”
“But I did hardcode a parallax gallery from scratch and researched the history of an Amos Lee cover.”
I can hear the OldOld Man now,
“I’m not sure I follow, but so long as you’re happy.”