Fuck you, you don’t owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cause tomorrow I’m gonna wake up and I’ll be 50, and I’ll still be doing this shit. And that’s all right. That’s fine. I mean, you’re sitting on a winning lottery ticket, and you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in and that’s bullshit. Cause I’d do fucking anything to have what you got. So would any of these fucking guys. It’d be an insult to us if you’re still here in 20 years. Hanging around here is a fucking waste of your time.
“Most days I wish I’d never met you ‘cause then I could sleep at night. I didn’t have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there. I didn’t have to watch you throw it all away.”
*turns on tv 30 minutes early from scheduled game time*
the game doesn't start for another 30 minutes, we have time to change the channel
me, shooting a death glare:
i gotta watch the warm up, the national anthems (where they show shots of the bench), the video featuring the two teams playing, pre-game interviews, locker room and hallway hype, don't you dare touch the remote