Dear diary,
My therapist said this would be a good way to express my emotions “constructively…” I guess… anyway let’s get into it.
Let me just start off by saying, Week 1 was some straight-up clownery, no cap. We were up against the Jaguars, and they got this new coach, Water. Do really know much about him… his not in chat much, we had no film on his game, jus pretty much flying blind for this game.
So, game day, right? We go in thinking we got this, but h*** no, it was a disaster. We lost 28-21. And not just a regular loss, man, this was some next-level fuckery. Our QB, young Jayden Daniels, must’ve thought he was in some charity event, giving out interceptions like they were candy on Halloween. Four interceptions, bro, I’m not even playing. Meanwhile, there I was, busting my a** off – 4 catches, 88 yards, and a touchdown. But who’s noticing when your QB’s out there playing for the other team?
The whole offense, man, they were like headless chickens, running around with no d*** clue. I found myself playing wide receiver, coach, and therapist all at the same d*** time. I was screaming my lungs out, trying to get these dudes to wake the h*** up. It’s like I’m the only one in the stadium who hates losing.
We’re used to dealing with TBooty, that’s what we call Tbandit, long story. But Water? Still dont know anything about him. It was a good game tho. He will be good for PML.
Post-game, I was so p*****, I straight-up ghosted the press. Those media folks were swarming like vultures, and I’m like, “Nah, not today.” I came to the Raiders thinking Coach LeoMansa King had some secret sauce for winning, but so far, it’s just been a bunch of broken promises and bullshit.
And let me tell you about the locker room. S***’s tense, man. You got players looking lost, coaches scratching their heads – it’s like a d*** circus without the fun. I’m there, looking around, thinking, “What the f*** did I sign up for?”
Diary, I’m just venting here, but real talk, if this nonsense doesn’t turn around, I’m looking for the exit. I ain’t spending my final prime years on a team that’s cool with being average… S*** below average. We either step the f*** up, or I’m stepping the f*** out. I’m too d*** good to be stuck in this losing nightmare.
So, what’s next? I don’t even know, man. I might start scouting for other teams, see who’s actually serious about winning. Cause this Raider s***? It ain’t it. We better get our act together, or I’m bouncing.
And another thing, these fans deserve better. They come out every week, hoping for a win, and what do we give ’em? Disappointment. That s*** weighs on you, you know? I’m out here trying to be the best, but it’s like trying to shine in a room full of broken lights.
Until next week, it’s Davante “Fed Up With This S***” Adams, wondering if my next jersey’s gonna be a different color.
Peace
