66 receptions. 951 Yards. 9 Touchdowns.
To some, that’s a bad ass season. It’s a season that some people shoot for. A season that, for some, would be their best season ever.
Not for me. I keep staring at that number. 951. Not even a thousand yards. I came back to Orange County to be a star. To be that player that won millions of people their fantasy football leagues. But it didn’t happen that way. Sure, it wasn’t a “bad” season by any means. But in reality, It was way below my own expectations. And honestly, I think the leaders of the Otters think they didn’t get what they paid for either.
Sure, a lot of people are telling me not to be so hard on myself, that I had a great season. A lot of blame goes to the developing quarterback, Gus Showbiz, as he wasn’t quite “there” until the second half of the season. That’s fair too, but I know that I can be so much better. And in S12, I’m going to be.
You see, a lot of things went wrong on my end. My personal life, it was a mess. It’s incredibly difficult to play football at a high level when everything in your life is as perfect as it can be. But when things are going wrong all around you? Its just insane to think someone can do it.
I’ll fill you in. I’ve spent the last couple of years in Orange County, living my best life. The fans here, they love their team, and they always show their appreciation whenever I’m around town. Anything from a quick picture and a “go get ‘em” to a free drink. Quite early in my stay in the OC, I met a girl. She was everything I thought I was looking for. Smart, funny, driven. All of those stereotypical things everyone says when they meet somebody they think is the bees’ knees. And for a while, things were amazing. You could see it in my play. Remember when I won MVP and set an NSFL record with 17 receiving touchdowns in one season? I was at the height of my career and, I’ll admit it, I was in love. Everything in the universe seemed to be smiling down upon me. It was great.
And then, things weren’t so great. Home life wasn’t so great. We didn’t talk so much, and while we still liked each other, it felt like we were falling out of love. That’s rough, I know. We had a house together, we had two dogs, and we had all of the same friends. Sadly, we stayed together a lot longer than we really should have. It was very hard to move on from someone you shared all of that stuff with. Especially when you don’t hate the other person. It’s an experience I wouldn’t want anyone to go through.
During the last season, I had to move out of my house, we split the dogs, and my life was going through so much turnover. Needless to say, my on field performance was incredibly affected. Passes were dropped, tackles weren’t broken, routes weren’t as crisp. The end result was a mediocre season from myself. I could’ve done more to help the team, but things just weren’t clicking. It’s embarrassing, to a degree.
However, there’s some good news ahead. I’m back baby.
I’m not going to lie, I got pretty lucky in my life. I found a new girl, Veronica. She’s amazing. She’s a lot of the good parts of my ex, but she’s different in all of the ways I didn’t know I wanted until she showed me them. My life is incredibly happy, happier than I ever thought I could be. No, I’m not just jumping into this and being blind to everything, and she’s not a rebound. I’m going slow, and she respects that. It’s awesome.
This offseason, thanks to Veronica, my mental state couldn’t be better. The physical aspect though? That’s another story. I woke up this offseason, and for the first time, I felt like Father Time was catching up to me. During my offseason workouts, I noticed I was a little slower and a little less agile. I know that’s the just the way it works for humans, but man I wasn’t ready for it. I blamed it on my half ass workouts all of the last season. I wasn’t putting my all into everything, for the reasons stated above, and I think it kick started my personal regression way before I was ready for it.
This made me question everything about my life. I started doing yoga. I’ve sat down with the man who can never die, Angus Winchester, and he helped my transform my diet in a way that should help prolong my career. My body is starting to feel better. I feel faster. I feel happier. I feel extremely hopeful for the upcoming season.
That’s what matters now. A lot of preseason prognosticators have the Otters as Ultimus favorites. Showbiz is looking like an All-NSFL Quarterback. I’m ready to go out and set records again. I want to challenge for an Ultimus title. I want to be back in the MVP conversations. I want people to win their fantasy leagues because they drafted me. This is it. This is the season that I’m ready for. I know that I don’t have much time left in my career to really make a difference on the field. My speed is going to slow, my agility won’t be the same, and for the first time ever, I’m actually concerned that the end is near. It won’t be this season, obviously, but in the next few years I’ll have to start considering things like “retirement”. It’s a scary thought.
S12 is going to be a fantastic year for Carlito Crush. I feel better than I have in a while, and it’s really going to show on the football field. In a perfect world, I’ll be able to hug my Ultimus trophy and my MVP trophy at the same time. I’d like to make the Hall of Fame when all is said and done, and I still fear my wasted years in Colorado will hold me back from that goal. So its on me to fight regression these next few years and put up some really nice numbers. Winning that hardware will make it damn near impossible for me not to make it in the Hall. I can get there. I have the right team, the right girl, the right mindset, the right work ethic, the right quarterback, and the right skills to make this the best season for a receiver in NSFL history. It’s like somebody once said: “Getcha popcorn ready.” (1130)
To some, that’s a bad ass season. It’s a season that some people shoot for. A season that, for some, would be their best season ever.
Not for me. I keep staring at that number. 951. Not even a thousand yards. I came back to Orange County to be a star. To be that player that won millions of people their fantasy football leagues. But it didn’t happen that way. Sure, it wasn’t a “bad” season by any means. But in reality, It was way below my own expectations. And honestly, I think the leaders of the Otters think they didn’t get what they paid for either.
Sure, a lot of people are telling me not to be so hard on myself, that I had a great season. A lot of blame goes to the developing quarterback, Gus Showbiz, as he wasn’t quite “there” until the second half of the season. That’s fair too, but I know that I can be so much better. And in S12, I’m going to be.
You see, a lot of things went wrong on my end. My personal life, it was a mess. It’s incredibly difficult to play football at a high level when everything in your life is as perfect as it can be. But when things are going wrong all around you? Its just insane to think someone can do it.
I’ll fill you in. I’ve spent the last couple of years in Orange County, living my best life. The fans here, they love their team, and they always show their appreciation whenever I’m around town. Anything from a quick picture and a “go get ‘em” to a free drink. Quite early in my stay in the OC, I met a girl. She was everything I thought I was looking for. Smart, funny, driven. All of those stereotypical things everyone says when they meet somebody they think is the bees’ knees. And for a while, things were amazing. You could see it in my play. Remember when I won MVP and set an NSFL record with 17 receiving touchdowns in one season? I was at the height of my career and, I’ll admit it, I was in love. Everything in the universe seemed to be smiling down upon me. It was great.
And then, things weren’t so great. Home life wasn’t so great. We didn’t talk so much, and while we still liked each other, it felt like we were falling out of love. That’s rough, I know. We had a house together, we had two dogs, and we had all of the same friends. Sadly, we stayed together a lot longer than we really should have. It was very hard to move on from someone you shared all of that stuff with. Especially when you don’t hate the other person. It’s an experience I wouldn’t want anyone to go through.
During the last season, I had to move out of my house, we split the dogs, and my life was going through so much turnover. Needless to say, my on field performance was incredibly affected. Passes were dropped, tackles weren’t broken, routes weren’t as crisp. The end result was a mediocre season from myself. I could’ve done more to help the team, but things just weren’t clicking. It’s embarrassing, to a degree.
However, there’s some good news ahead. I’m back baby.
I’m not going to lie, I got pretty lucky in my life. I found a new girl, Veronica. She’s amazing. She’s a lot of the good parts of my ex, but she’s different in all of the ways I didn’t know I wanted until she showed me them. My life is incredibly happy, happier than I ever thought I could be. No, I’m not just jumping into this and being blind to everything, and she’s not a rebound. I’m going slow, and she respects that. It’s awesome.
This offseason, thanks to Veronica, my mental state couldn’t be better. The physical aspect though? That’s another story. I woke up this offseason, and for the first time, I felt like Father Time was catching up to me. During my offseason workouts, I noticed I was a little slower and a little less agile. I know that’s the just the way it works for humans, but man I wasn’t ready for it. I blamed it on my half ass workouts all of the last season. I wasn’t putting my all into everything, for the reasons stated above, and I think it kick started my personal regression way before I was ready for it.
This made me question everything about my life. I started doing yoga. I’ve sat down with the man who can never die, Angus Winchester, and he helped my transform my diet in a way that should help prolong my career. My body is starting to feel better. I feel faster. I feel happier. I feel extremely hopeful for the upcoming season.
That’s what matters now. A lot of preseason prognosticators have the Otters as Ultimus favorites. Showbiz is looking like an All-NSFL Quarterback. I’m ready to go out and set records again. I want to challenge for an Ultimus title. I want to be back in the MVP conversations. I want people to win their fantasy leagues because they drafted me. This is it. This is the season that I’m ready for. I know that I don’t have much time left in my career to really make a difference on the field. My speed is going to slow, my agility won’t be the same, and for the first time ever, I’m actually concerned that the end is near. It won’t be this season, obviously, but in the next few years I’ll have to start considering things like “retirement”. It’s a scary thought.
S12 is going to be a fantastic year for Carlito Crush. I feel better than I have in a while, and it’s really going to show on the football field. In a perfect world, I’ll be able to hug my Ultimus trophy and my MVP trophy at the same time. I’d like to make the Hall of Fame when all is said and done, and I still fear my wasted years in Colorado will hold me back from that goal. So its on me to fight regression these next few years and put up some really nice numbers. Winning that hardware will make it damn near impossible for me not to make it in the Hall. I can get there. I have the right team, the right girl, the right mindset, the right work ethic, the right quarterback, and the right skills to make this the best season for a receiver in NSFL history. It’s like somebody once said: “Getcha popcorn ready.” (1130)
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