I'm Not Crazy

~45~ Oh Holy Hell Week

I got my head done
When I was young
It's not my problem
It's not my problem
Woohoo!

Blur ~ Song 2  

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July  10th  

With the beginning of football camp, the summer season of insanity has officially started at the Madhouse. So for the next two weeks, the boys will be going through something colloquially known as "Hell Week". Named as such for some strange reason, even though this trying time will last for the next two weeks.

So of course, our summer of love and football starts off with the most oppressive heat wave that global warming has to offer. California is already hot and dry as is, but this shit is seriously ridiculous. Just as soon as the sun rises in the morning, you can already feel your blood start to evaporate right through your skin.  Thanks a shitton global warming!

I think it's funny the things that can come out of nowhere and somehow just become your new normal, like sex, love, and insanity. Like just when you think you have everything figured out and you are ready to take that next big leap forward? Nope, something comes crashing along that overshadows everything else, and just take over your life.

Because unbeknownst to me at the time, that something turned out to be Football. For what I hadn't realized when we moved into the Madhouse was that I had inadvertently joined a crazy cult. All that was left was to take a small sip of the Crazy Koolade and I was in-it-to-win-it for life.

In my old life, it wasn't like I really grew up liking or even caring all that much about "The Footieball". I mean, sure my dad and I watched the Super Bowl together a couple of times, whenever he was home on leave for the holiday. But I generally just enjoyed the time I spent with my dad, watching him enjoy the game. To be honest, I liked seeing all the new commercials a lot more than the game itself. Oh, and the Super Bowl halftime shows were usually pretty cool for the most part. Every now and then you even got to see a boob or two, thanks to yet another "wardrobe malfunction". But beyond that ...yeah, not so much a huge fan of the Footieball.

I do remember my dad trying to explain to me what was going on in the game a couple of times. But I could never seem to get past the basics and understand any of the subtle nuances he seemed to see. Like I knew there was an offense? Those guys who have the ball and wanted to score. Then there was the defense, the guys on the other team who don't want that to happen? Oh, and that you aren't allowed to hit quarterbacks too hard, because quarterbacks are special. Probably because a lot of them are dating supermodels and actresses and shit? 

But of course, that was before I moved into the Madhouse. Since moving into the Madhouse, I have been fully immersed in the tough-as-nails culture of Crazy. So I suppose the football is just a natural byproduct of this insanity? Because for the lunatics that haunt this asylum, football is so much more than just a lame game. It's more like the regional religion of the savage lands. The best way I can think to explain it is that some people are born into a religion, like Catholics, Muslims, Jews, and Hindus. The religion of the Crazies? The NFL. So if you don't know what that means, allow me to take just a second to explain all the stupid.

There is a game in America, and arguably some parts of Canada, called Football or Gods Game. As in what did God do on that seventh day, while he was resting from creating everything? Duh, he drank a bunch of beers and watched the All-American Angel's beat the shit out of those dirty Devils from down south. This football is not that "please don't hit me" pansy Euro version Americans call Soccer. No this so-called bloodbath of a sport is the real deal Gridiron Gods versus Monsters. The in your face, smash mouth, "No pain, no gain", blood, sweat and tears, rip out your heart and soul and eat them raw version.