5-1-07.1

Dear D,

I’m feeling excessively paranoid today. My wife thinks it’s due to interrupted sleep patterns (I need to leave the house extra early to put in my 8 hours at the office due to spring sports games for the kids) but I know better. It’s my mental illnesses D.

I did tell you how bad I’ve become at SC’s games haven’t I? NO? Oh shit D, I’m becoming what I hate the most: the evil, emotionally retarded fan. I’m even yelling at kid’s grandmothers now D. What? I didn’t tell you about that? Oh D, it’s bad, very bad.

Let’s see, SC’s team lost a heart breaker this past Saturday. Between bum ref calls and the kids not really trying all that hard it was an emotional roller coaster to say the least. I was talking with my mother in law, explaining about the blown call when a fan of the opposing team and her grand daughter were walking out of the stadium. I looked up at her and she gave me one of those faces, like, “Oh please, that wasn’t the reason your team lost the game“

I snapped D and just looked at her and told her, “It’s okay lady, your team still won.“

I could see the panic in her grand daughter’s eyes as she took her grandmother’s arm and led her away. What have I become D? Besides an asshole, we already knew that!

I’m just so fucked in the head right now D. I’m so filled with hatred and confusion. I wish I could drink D, that would help a lot.