As I sit here watching the Colts self-destruct, as they do EVERY ****ING YEAR, it has once again brought me down to reality.
The state of Indiana, and everything attached to it, ****ing sucks. The weather here sucks, the sports teams here suck, and we will never...I repeat...NEVER, celebrate a pro championship here in my lifetime. No Colts, no Pacers...not a ******* thing. It doesn't matter how good we supposedly are, or what personnel/representatives we supposedly have -- we are always going to fall short. The thugs who talk trash, act like ********, and operate outside the rules, will always rule not only the sports world, but the real world as well. It's just the way of life, and I don't know why that is. My own life has been a reflection of that (you wouldn't believe some of the **** I've been put through, and despite it all, I'm the nicest guy many of you will ever meet), and it makes my blood boil too much to go through disappointment after disappointment like this. Sure, it's "only a game," but I can't even escape from the disappointment through "a game." It just leads to even more disapointment, and I just can't take it anymore. I can't get my hopes up anymore, knowing that they will inevitably be crushed time and time again.
I feel like I'm jinxed, and every team I root for will go down in flames with me. For that, I apologize to all Pacers, Colts, and Hoosiers fans. You won't see us win jack **** until I'm dead and buried. You may as well accept it and get used to it, as I'm finally starting to.
At this point, I'm going to do my best to get away from everything and suffer as little disappointment as possible for a while, because I feel like I'm on the verge of exploding. Maybe I'll be back just in time to see us lose to the ****ing Pistons again.
As for the Colts...all the rumors are true. We are soft, we can't play in bad weather, and Peyton Manning will never win "the big game." We're nothing but a state of frauds.
3 ****ing points from "the greatest offense ever." What a ****ing joke.