FUUUUCCCCCKKKK. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. I hate these Monday night games. Hate everything about them. Throws off the blog schedule, I won’t be able to sleep so I’ll be a shell of a man at work tomorrow morning, and the Bengals laid an egg. Again. I hate it. I hate everything right now. I need to just vent to someone, anyone. Even if that’s you and a handful of other Bengals fans. I feel physically ill. Like I’ve been pacing around The Penthouse with a stomach ache, mumbling to myself and waving my hands around like a madman at nothing in particular. Just need to let it all out, ya know? Need to somehow channel the frustration of a million dropped passes, fumbles, and the fact that we couldn’t even beat the Texans at home. THE FUCKING TEXANS! I know they have that dickbag JJ Watt and haven’t given up a TD in like 10 quarters but still. No way we should lose that game ever. And as bad as our offense was how the hell could we not force a single turnover against Brian Hoyer, TJ Yates, Alfred Blue and the hapless Texans offense? Not one God damn turnover! You mean to tell me we couldn’t pick off those hacks or rip the ball out or something in 60 minutes of play? Fucking pathetic. Oh well. I’m gonna try my best not to sound like a bandwagon fan and claim the season is over because we still have a commanding lead in the division and a first round bye if the season ended today so I guess things aren’t all that bad, but I’m just sick of seeing this shit year after year after year. I’ve never been a part of anything that lets me down this much on a consistent basis and I’ve never seen a group of fans that wants to hate their hometown squad as much as the Bengals. I hate everything. I hate everyone. I hate myself.