aquatix
Cover Corner
Months of anticipation go by during the off-season, free agency, trading, drafting, training camps, pre-season.... all lead up to this.
You break out your jersey for week 1, skip church and splurge on jersey's for the rest of your family. You order a giant subway sandwich and have a few friends over who continually tell you that last year's Dolphin team was a fluke. You'll prove them wrong.
As it turns out, we get whipped by Atlanta and our offense is looking bad, real bad. You don't even talk to your wife that night who continually asks how a "game" could mean so much to you. Little does she know the Dolphins made you cry growing up...
You listen to south Florida sports talk all week, even though you live in CA. Mon-Wed is all negative, negative threads, negative articles, just bad. By Thursday you begin to realize its only 1 game, and months of anticipation are stronger than one painful loss. This could still be our year!
You spend all day Monday at work, talking about how Miami was going to take it to Indy and the Colts. Your secretary gets tired of such conversations and you actually leave work a little early as you just can't stand it. You get home, dress your 4 year old son in an old Zach Thomas jersey, and your 6 year old daughter in a dolphins cheerleading outfit.
This is going to be it. We'll bounce back, the critics are wrong. You make your family to do the traditionally war cry as the ball is kicked for a touchback. Before you can sit down, Manning hooks up with Clark for an 80 yard touchdown.
This isn't happening. You've hit a new low. Your kids ask what happen as you pummel the couch cushion. Just when you think things couldn't get any worse, the Wildcat comes back in its original form and it's 7-7. Hope is renewed!
Fast forward to the 4th quarter. The game is tied and its 3rd and 6, we're already in field goal range. Only 4 minutes remain. One more first down and we could really bring the clock down, making it hard on Manning and company. The short passing game to Ginn was working, surely one more was coming... Pennington drops back to pass... no he doesn't, he hands off up the middle for a ONE YARD FREAKIN RUN. We force our kicker to boot a 45 yarder of the infield dirt, also giving Peyton Manning MORE THAN 3 FREAKING MINUTES and ONLY PUTTING HIM DOWN 3 FREAKIN POINTS.
He shreds our defense as you scream throughout the house "WHY CAN'T WE AUDIBLE OUT OF OUR DEFENSE LIKE MANNING DOES HIS OFFENSE??!?!?! HE KNOWS WHAT WE'RE DOING EVERY PLAY!" Your wife begins to get upset and calls her mother. This doesn't help your mood.
It's almost good the Indy scores so quick, we get the ball with enough time and 2 timeouts. For some god-awful reason, Cobbs chooses to take it out of the endzone and gets to the 18. You all know what happens next, we look terrible trying to run some semblance of a 2 minute drill.
We lose again. Your kids have fallen asleep and your wife looks at you, waiting for you to take out the trash. This can't be it. 0-2, after all this waiting... We're supposed to be better.
You can only hope that come Thursday, hope will be renewed once again as we travel to San Diego. This seems to be the story of your life, you've bled aqua and orange for over 20 years and it hurts you to lose so much, that your wife questions whether you love football more than her.
You find yourself listening to an Enigma station on Pandora radio, unable to sleep, not wanting to go to bed while your wife is still awake, and typing on a dolphin fan message board.
It's hard to be a fan sometimes...
You break out your jersey for week 1, skip church and splurge on jersey's for the rest of your family. You order a giant subway sandwich and have a few friends over who continually tell you that last year's Dolphin team was a fluke. You'll prove them wrong.
As it turns out, we get whipped by Atlanta and our offense is looking bad, real bad. You don't even talk to your wife that night who continually asks how a "game" could mean so much to you. Little does she know the Dolphins made you cry growing up...
You listen to south Florida sports talk all week, even though you live in CA. Mon-Wed is all negative, negative threads, negative articles, just bad. By Thursday you begin to realize its only 1 game, and months of anticipation are stronger than one painful loss. This could still be our year!
You spend all day Monday at work, talking about how Miami was going to take it to Indy and the Colts. Your secretary gets tired of such conversations and you actually leave work a little early as you just can't stand it. You get home, dress your 4 year old son in an old Zach Thomas jersey, and your 6 year old daughter in a dolphins cheerleading outfit.
This is going to be it. We'll bounce back, the critics are wrong. You make your family to do the traditionally war cry as the ball is kicked for a touchback. Before you can sit down, Manning hooks up with Clark for an 80 yard touchdown.
This isn't happening. You've hit a new low. Your kids ask what happen as you pummel the couch cushion. Just when you think things couldn't get any worse, the Wildcat comes back in its original form and it's 7-7. Hope is renewed!
Fast forward to the 4th quarter. The game is tied and its 3rd and 6, we're already in field goal range. Only 4 minutes remain. One more first down and we could really bring the clock down, making it hard on Manning and company. The short passing game to Ginn was working, surely one more was coming... Pennington drops back to pass... no he doesn't, he hands off up the middle for a ONE YARD FREAKIN RUN. We force our kicker to boot a 45 yarder of the infield dirt, also giving Peyton Manning MORE THAN 3 FREAKING MINUTES and ONLY PUTTING HIM DOWN 3 FREAKIN POINTS.
He shreds our defense as you scream throughout the house "WHY CAN'T WE AUDIBLE OUT OF OUR DEFENSE LIKE MANNING DOES HIS OFFENSE??!?!?! HE KNOWS WHAT WE'RE DOING EVERY PLAY!" Your wife begins to get upset and calls her mother. This doesn't help your mood.
It's almost good the Indy scores so quick, we get the ball with enough time and 2 timeouts. For some god-awful reason, Cobbs chooses to take it out of the endzone and gets to the 18. You all know what happens next, we look terrible trying to run some semblance of a 2 minute drill.
We lose again. Your kids have fallen asleep and your wife looks at you, waiting for you to take out the trash. This can't be it. 0-2, after all this waiting... We're supposed to be better.
You can only hope that come Thursday, hope will be renewed once again as we travel to San Diego. This seems to be the story of your life, you've bled aqua and orange for over 20 years and it hurts you to lose so much, that your wife questions whether you love football more than her.
You find yourself listening to an Enigma station on Pandora radio, unable to sleep, not wanting to go to bed while your wife is still awake, and typing on a dolphin fan message board.
It's hard to be a fan sometimes...
