So I know sports ain’t huge on Lemmy, but I was an Atlanta and UGA sports fan from the day I way born. Until 2021 there had been over 500 seasons of the teams I loved over around 150 years with something like 5 championships, only one I was alive for and it was the team I gave the least fuck about. The number of “almost getting to the mountain top and coming up heartbreakingly and comically short” I experienced during that time, and reality over the past 10 years has taught me one very helpful if not hopelessly bleak axiom, “without hope there can be no despair”

I want good things to happen, and will work for them to happen, but I’m not believing until I see it, because I can’t handle the highs and lows of that roller coaster anymore.