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Weary


Y'all, this isn't the right place to vent. You've got your troubles, I've got mine, so who cares when someone you don't know bitches online? Here comes the but...

Drinking my Oktoberfest, reading about the latest Cards news, I have this thought: I can't do it anymore. I can't enjoy sports. Previously, I could use sports to connect with strangers. To bond when we've got nothing else in common. To talk shit, playfully. To give respect. Or, with family and friends, to come together. To shut up, sit down, and watch talented people do great things. To quiet the world around me.

Shit's broken. (This isn't tennis, I can use that word.) I'm older, maybe I'm too old now. I'm fed up, maybe I'm too angry now. There wasn't a golden time, just faulty memories remembering what we want, but it isn't like it used to be. What's changed? Nah, don't answer that. Y'all don't know, but you feel it too.

I'll check in in another ten months. Maybe I'll be ready. Right now, I'm too weary.