I was all hyped up to watch the game yesterday morning even though PSU, a team made of developing players by in large was playing a billionaire bought team with a 6 yr experienced QB vs our 3 year starter and the best speed that Mr Knight could buy, added by an officiating crew that is unequivocally the worst PSU could draw. No matter, I was hyped for PSUs possibilities.
Then all that changed in a second when mid morning I was looking for my outdated passport to use in filling out an application for my new passport. Leafing through a box for the passport I came upon a batch of photos. One had 3 infant children playing together at my parents house pool side 5, 3 and 2 years old : my 2 sons and my niece. All have passed since August of 2022. I immediately looked over my left shoulder at photos of my step daughter. She passed in 2014.
Instantly, I was broken again. I lost all focus and desire for watching the game and everything else. I did later set up recording the game and went to bed emotionally exhausted. I awoke at 2:45 am and watched the game without interruptions. Afterward, I knew this board would be filled pretty much with the whining, bitching and sobbing of infantile adults. Yet I came here like the addicted dumbass that I am hoping for better yet again.
If you want poise, perspective and near perfection from 17 to 21 year olds on the field of play in these times then I suggest you get a grip and open the doors of your own life to the same. We all need to get a grip.
Then all that changed in a second when mid morning I was looking for my outdated passport to use in filling out an application for my new passport. Leafing through a box for the passport I came upon a batch of photos. One had 3 infant children playing together at my parents house pool side 5, 3 and 2 years old : my 2 sons and my niece. All have passed since August of 2022. I immediately looked over my left shoulder at photos of my step daughter. She passed in 2014.
Instantly, I was broken again. I lost all focus and desire for watching the game and everything else. I did later set up recording the game and went to bed emotionally exhausted. I awoke at 2:45 am and watched the game without interruptions. Afterward, I knew this board would be filled pretty much with the whining, bitching and sobbing of infantile adults. Yet I came here like the addicted dumbass that I am hoping for better yet again.
If you want poise, perspective and near perfection from 17 to 21 year olds on the field of play in these times then I suggest you get a grip and open the doors of your own life to the same. We all need to get a grip.
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