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The First Step is Admitting It
I imagine the way I feel right now is kind of how Amy Winehouse felt when they tried to make her go to rehab. I’m anxious, scared, confused, angry, and I may even have a touch of the shakes. (Unlike Amy, my hair isn’t weighed down by 5 pounds of hairspray and I don’t smell like 3-day old piss.) Still, the sad reality of football season coming to an end has me down in the dumps. Soon, they’ll try to make me watch Arena, and to that I say: “NO, NO, NO!”














