A cosmic, slow-burning gut punch of a season

[From the FanPosts. This describes my feelings as well. -Joel]

I'm a noob and still getting my feet under me when it comes to the most appropriate way to share my stream-of-consciousness perspective when it shoots out of the wormholes of my brain. I posted this originally as a comment, but I think it is better shared as a fanpost. Just wanted to say that I think this place is great and thanks to all the admins who make it possible. I wish I had discovered AP a long time ago. It's sort of like a church for the afflicted. Except that Tebow isn't allowed in this church. Here's to not allowing him in the playoffs as well. Here is my experience with the most yo-yo-like of seasons I can remember (my affliction going back to 1987).

0-3. I’m covered in a pile of exploded knee ligaments. Despair. Binge drinking. There is no God.

4-3. Suck it Rivers.! Home games against the Dolphins and Broncos await! Back from the dead! All hail the Zombie Chiefs!!! Binge Drinking. There is a God.

4-5?? Double you tee eff? Next 4 games are a prison shower scene. Binge drinking. There is no Dana. Only Zuul.

4-7. We’ve been cast down with the Sodomites in Shawshank. Must rid house of alcohol. Drinking the vanilla extract. God is a golden boy QB for the Broncos. Life is pain.

5-7. Leave me alone hope. You are the tease of all teases. Jets and Packers are coming. Winter is coming. Scotch is coming.

5-8. Glug glug glug glug glug.

6-8. What’s all this then? Dolphins popping champagne? Remaining schedule lines up well? Hope, I didn’t know what I was saying. Come back. You had me at hello.

Saturday afternoon – Orton, you jackal! Suck it Tebow! Sexy Dexy! Bowe! Orton, you complete me! Driving! Kick to win it! Coming for you Tebowner! Fat man’s arm. Wrong side of 50/50. Fast man’s catch. Fat man’s leg. The Raiders no less? Darkness. Hope is not a good thing. It is not the best of things. Hope is a dangerous thing. It’s got no place here. I’ve got no place here. Chargers getting violated. Insult. Injury. Can’t breathe. Jack, Jim, Johnnie, Jose, I need you.

When I wake up in the driveway in 9 hours, perhaps perspective will come. Perhaps I will see that being alive in week 16 was virtuous in itself given our injuries and the political turmoil of the front office. Perhaps I will see that the draft brings new hope and an offseason of rehab will bring renewed commitment and discipline and maybe even a QB without bipolar tendencies. But right now I am dizzy from this cruel, unrelenting roller coaster. Right now I must get dizzier. Right now there is only the release of temporary amnesia. And I must forget, quickly. Hope, the money’s on the dresser. You did a job on us all.

This is a FanPost and does not necessarily reflect the views of Arrowhead Pride's writers or editors. It does reflect the views of this particular fan though, which is as important as the views of Arrowhead Pride writers or editors.

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