Any of your significant others wonder why you are the computer so much, and what site you are on? Mine was walking on the tread mill behind me tonight while I was on. Every once and a while she will go what are you talking about?:xii:
Spending Time on Finheaven
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She was making me sweaty so I had to have another beer!:D
NY_FinFan_72
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'Nuff said...NY_FinFan_72 said:Dear FinHeaven,
They say a picture paints a thousand words, but the picture I have of my husband’s (NY_FinFan_72) descent into madness is far too graphic to be accurately depicted by the photograph I’ve submitted… thus, the following explanation/plea.
You see, I have become a widow of sorts, forced to tell the tale of his downward spiral for him, because he is no longer capable of communicating with the “real worldâ€Â. This is the story of how a once productive man has wound up to be the lifeless body I now live with… all at the hands of FinHeaven.com.
When we met, he described himself as merely a Dolphins Fan. He actually once told me, he wasn’t into “all that junk†(the talk, the gear, the zombie like state most men slipped into between September and January; the same time they forgot they had children, wives, pets, a job. The time where brain cells of seemingly intelligent men became that of a 2 year old. ) And at first, it seemed harmless enough. Sundays and Mondays were devoted to him and I enjoying games together, in our home or at the bar scarfing down chicken wings and cokes, dressing up in 8 inches of clothing to drive to Buffalo to freeze our butts off and get heckled by obnoxious, drunk Bills fans, (talk about 2 year olds!), and once in awhile, I’d be forced to wear a jersey of someone who’s position I had no clue about (except for Olindo. That man has one damn job, why can’t he do it????) We’d go to Miami once a year for a game, which we used as our yearly vacation. Again, this I enjoyed, and it did not concern me really.
And then, I would ask him toward the end of a night game, was he coming to bed soon? He would reply, “soon, yes soon†but I would fall asleep only to be awoken by the smell of too many cigarettes, a sense of much time passed, and the soft murmurings of other’s names. Barely audible, I would strain to hear names, but would only hear what every woman dreads; “Go! Go longer! Do it! Go! Go! Go!â€Â
About a year ago, I realized he was changing. During social events, whether it be complex or simple, he would often seem distracted, anxious, and impatient. He would pace and twitch as if he could not sit still, and when we finally got home he’d dash for the office and close the door… followed by a low sigh and then silence - except for the click, click, click of keyboard keys. Would I have to engage him in a 12 step program? What the hell was he doing in there?
And then, slowly, I realized, he did not speak in full sentences anymore. There were many “yup’sâ€Â, “nope’s†and “are you talking to me’s?†There were mugs and dishes piled everywhere, and he would still be in work clothes though he had had 2 days off. There were more Air Dr. cans (to keep his keyboard clean, and ready for action) on the desk than pens and pencils. Things such as soda cans, potato chip bags, empty wrappers from various late night snacks, empty cereal bowls, used silverware, stacks of Dolphins Digests, coffee cups, empty glasses with melted ice at the bottom, NoDoz, aspirin, vitamins, printouts of player stats and “mock drafts†(whatever the hell that is), Sports Illustrated magazines (new and old), and an overflowing ashtray were all in a 3 foot circle within reach of his computer chair. I told friends, “He’s on that web-site all the time! He literally must click that FinHeaven link 50 times a day (and I’m seriously being conservative with that guess). How much information can there be about one damn football team? What is there to talk about? Who are all these men that keep my husband up all night!? At least I could beat up another woman! What the hell am I supposed to do about THIS lover?â€Â
I’d now go to bed saying good-night to an orange, teal, and white glow around an unmovable head, and focus my sleepy eyes in the morning to Sigs (what the hell is a Sig!!???) that he had made at 2:00 am the night before, and an angry dolphin logo in the upper left hand corner of the screen… your website… EVERY DAMN DAY AND NIGHT!!!
A man that once cooked now eats cold spaghettio’s out of a can with a spoon. A man who once had friends named John and Bob and Joe, now has friends named PhinPhreak, Nublar, and Muck.
A man who once covered himself in tattoos and bruises from being in the mosh pit of a Henry Rollins or Pantera show is now humming the Dolphin’s fight song in the shower! I need a road map to get through the piles of laundry just to leave my apartment. I have lists upon lists of things falling apart that need fixing as he visits a slice of FinHeaven every 10 freaking minutes, and when I ask, when will they be done? I am often told, “Just give me 5 more minutes… 5 more minutesâ€Â
I thought it would be in poor taste to take a picture at this point. I thought it would be like watching an addict in the throes of their addiction. No one wants to see that. I figured it would be a morbid look into the window of a home where there are CDs, shoes, hats, hangers, belts, banana peels, bags, underwear, autographed Dolphins photos, pictures from game trips, posters, plaques, jerseys, schedules, ticket stubs, pennants, signs, and more other Dolphins memorabilia than I can count… with my husband, in the middle of it all, on the floor, drooling, mumbling like a madman, seeing only visions of Dan Marino in a Cincinnati Ohio stadium. The man I once knew; a mere memory. And then I decided, if I didn’t provide a picture of some sort, no one would believe me!!!
I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way to break this cycle is to go straight to the source… FinHeaven.com. So here I am, BEGGING you to please help stop this madness. A few months ago he told me he wanted to go to Canton for Dan’s induction… and I said no. But honestly, even if I had said yes, I don’t think he would have gone because that would mean two or three days away from Fin-Freaking-Heaven. You see, the thing is, I’ve given up on him cleaning or doing any of the litany of things I’ve listed above that he no longer does. The problem is, I can’t get him out of the office room, and away from his computer and FinHeaven.com for 5 damn minutes to even attempt to try to clean around him. I SERIOUSLY CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!
I don’t know if there is a way for you to check and/or verify this, but he has to be on your site more than anyone else… he just HAS to be… and it has to stop… NOW!!!
The picture below is just a small glimpse into what I have described here. Not only is my husband the biggest Dolphin’s Fan I know, but he also has got to be the biggest FinHeaven fan on the planet. If there’s someone worse, I’d like to meet them (and their Wife, so we can start a support group).
He needs to win this contest, if for one reason, and one reason only… so I can reclaim my life, my office, and my apartment… even if only for a couple of days!!!
Oh, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll get this Dolphins/FinHeaven thing out of his system while he’s there… yeah right.
THIS IS 100% SERIOUS!!! PLEASE HELP!!!
Sincerely,
A_FinHeaven_Widow
Catherine S.
PLEASE HELP!!!
PHINATIC13
Practice Squad
Current GF works most nights 3-11pm:D
NY_FinFan_72
Practice Squad
PHINATIC13 said:
I could use one of those... although my wife might not approve.
PHINATIC13
Practice Squad
NY_FinFan_72 said:
That's a classic 72'
:ally: :beerbang: :happydrin :xii: :drinkers:NY_FinFan_72 said:
unifiedtheory
Thank you #54...
My girl thinks I'm a lunatic.
Bro, my wife has known that for 13 years we have been married!unifiedtheory said: