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What is expectation? 

A dream, an illusion? A stone dead goddamn lie?

When you expect something to happen, it never does. Expectations are like you’re imagining something, I will be happy, I will be pretty. 

Knowing full well that nothing, Nothing, ever goes as planned.

Expectation implies envisioning your lottery dream, if you will.

Have you ever imagined anything and had it turn out just as planned?

I’ll answer for you, never. 

OH WHAT’S IN THE BOX?

Might be the worst delivered line in the history of moviedom! Thanks to that crummy “Seven” movie for that fetor!

When the season started I expected suckage to some degree but for the love of god, man!

Watching the first half of that embarrassing Thursday nightmare? At one point I yelled right out loud: “I can’t remember the last time the team I choose to follow looked this bad, playing like a coach is about to be fired up in here”

Inept? Impotent? Unfacile? Maladroit? Hell just down right stupid?

It’s like getting a catheter removed.

Seems this team has lost the fire (nod to the team my son is coaching this season – Go Knox Pantie Fire) the desire, the intensity of the moment. During the course of one of the many shameful performances I have fallen witness to this season, David Carr fell down and got a boo-boo on his little weenus, the poor dear.

I held my breath, closed me eyes, grabbed my favorite dream pillow and wished for a future without any Carr.

In the dream The Saints had the second overall draft choice and a chance to change the franchises future, is that too much to ask from the lying sky?

Hey isn’t that an expectation? 

 How would I know?

42 players under contract for next year and already 70 million over the salary cap? See no worries.

BEST GIFT I HAVE EVER RECEIVED

Please do remember that I predicted 5-12 for this unholy bloodstain but now that it’s becoming real?

I hate it.

I hate sitting and watching my favorite team play my favorite game and get annihilated.

Not only embarrassing for a former Colossus but now actually abominable?

Mistake after mistake. Screen pass after screen pass, missed tackle after missed tackle and oh look another penalty flag. One of the worst teams in the league, oh lord do I love this word, being penalized.
Oh wait, if in pulling off this nonsensical ruse what happens If you unexpectedly win a game, then what? 

So if this dream is to come to fruition, there must be mass amounts of hideous losses?

Every Sunday (well) the sickness plays out over HD waves, moment by moment of agonizing, eye gouging madness. Close your eyes and the dreadful heartache pauses momentarily

A single second, a glitch, a space in time and then it flashes immediately back on.

The screen screams, no it blinds the silence with voice, look at me, look into the indisposition, the sheer terror, behold the fate of your choosing, you wanted this and now it has become. In order to achieve, the team must fail.

 At the time of this writing there are countless other teams in the same swirling toilet of failure. Now my team is tasked with sucking harder than any other team in the league, must seek that stenched stained golden death nail, the title of?

The worst team in the league! Let’s get relegated bitches!!

5 and 5? As they go to bye

The absolute definition of mediocrity. Another year of failure, another 8-9 season, so futile it hurts to breathe. Same thing over and over. Mediocre team, mediocre draft choice, vicious cycle vicious death. No way out, straight down is the only hope.

Success shouldn’t be painful.

Taj Oct-Nov 2023

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