Dear diary,
Man, just when I thought s*** couldn’t get any worse. Week 2, we faced the Eagles, coached by HD. Dude’s got a squad so stacked, it’s like he’s playing with cheat codes, but somehow keeps talking bout “rebuilding”. Well at this point it looks like he got a finished project.
We got our a**** handed to us, 50-35. It was like watching a d*** track meet with all those long-a** touchdown runs by the Eagles. Five of them, each over 50 yards. Our defense looked like they were stuck in mud, just watching these guys zoom past.
Me? I did my thing – 4 catches, 100 yards. But guess what? I got hurt. Out for 4 weeks. And now, I’m sitting here thinking, what’s the point? Why rush back to more of this bullshit? Might just chill and see if these guys can figure it out without me. Spoiler: they can’t.
The team’s vibe is all kinds of f***** up. The young guns are out there, laughing and joking like we’re at a d*** birthday party. And there’s me, putting my body on the line, and now I’m sidelined. People are whispering, saying I’m faking this injury to bounce out of Vegas. Man, I wish it was that simple.
Off the field, it’s like we’re living in two different realities. The defense thinks they did their job. Bro, we let 50 points get put up on us. How’s that a good job? And the offense? We’re out here turning over the ball like it’s hot potato. Four times man. It’s a d*** circus. Cant win any games with that kinda nonsense.
The league’s watching, and now we’re 0-2. S***’s embarrassing. Fans are more interested in betting on the games than watching us play. Can’t blame them, really. Vegas got a lot to offer, and watching us ain’t one of them.
As for me, I’m over this. Hurt and fed up. I’m starting to think maybe I won’t come back. Maybe it’s time to start looking for a new home, somewhere that appreciates a winner. Cause this? This ain’t it.
The fans, man, they deserve better than this. They come out, hoping for something to cheer for, and all they get is disappointment. It’s like trying to find gold in a pile of trash.
So, what’s next? I don’t even know. But I do know this – I ain’t gonna waste my time on a team that’s fine with being losers. Either things change, or I’m out. Simple as that.
Until next week, it’s Davante “Sick of This Losing S***” Adams, wondering if my next jersey’s gonna have a different zip code.
Peace
