superbad part deux

Yeah, so Tom Brady tore his MCL and ACL and is out for the season. What a freaking disaster. There is now no redemption for the Superbowl loss, at least not for another year. Is this it for Tom and his super career? Is it all downhill from this point on? Maybe God giveth, and He taketh away. You get good looks, 3 Superbowl wins, and a supermodel girlfriend, and that's where it stops. It's just all too much. Other people need that good luck instead. Other people like me, who has hip pain that's just killing me for the past two weeks. And I don't even have the Superbowl wins or the supermodel girlfriend. Other people like me who can't even walk without pain, who get stuck doing crappy, uninteresting stuff for a living, whose newly remodel kitchen has a leaking garbage disposal. I bet Tom never has to worry about his kitchen remodeling. He has people for things like that. I want people to do that kind of things for me, to help me worry, so my mind can be used for other, more purposeful things. Things that lead me to greatness instead of self-destruction. You know, things like writing an Oscar-winning screenplay or a Pulitzer-winning novel. I have those in me, but they are just being cock-blocked by my worrying, self-defeating alter-ego. If it weren't for that son-of-a-bitch of an alter-ego, I could have been great. I could have a contender. I could have been Tom Brady. Instead, I am me - pathetic, aging, single bureaucrat/tv watcher/blogger. Damn you, alter-ego! Damn you!

But this really isn't about me. It's about Tom Brady, and how freaking depressed I am at this turn of event. It's about the end of my football season, the potential end of my enjoyment of football. I am filled with bitterness and disappointment. For too long, I depended on Tom and the Pats to lift my spirit, to make my life a little better every Sunday, to fill me with hope and faith. Yes, for a good run there, something I was rooting for actually came through. Sixth round draft pick becomes a legend. I was so totally in it for the ride. Take me skyward, Mr. Brady! And now, it may be over for good. Will he ever be the same again? Not likely. Now I have to create my own hope and faith. I have to become my own legend. Talk about tall order. I think I better stop thinking about all this negative crap that's swirling above me and get to writing that manifesto to greatness...