The Football Fan’s Diet

By Matt DeReno
On The FFD

PITTSBURGH – I knew sooner or later my record setting streak was going to end and perhaps it is good that it has so I can get on with setting the next record. But, for the record, I rattled off 16 straight victorious days on The FFD and the scale still shows it. But, it ended last night.

Yesterday we had dinner a Mexican restaurant in the North Hills area of Pittsburgh. Just by showing up at this place, I knew the day was lost. I didn’t eat like I had been starving for the past couple weeks, which I don’t believe I have, but I did enjoy what I wanted and what I had come to get: burritos. Later that night, I enjoyed several Sierra Nevada Ales, which I had forgot about in my basement fridge – some two weeks ago. So I lost Thursday and the streak is over; went over my limit and even enjoyed some beer-glorious-beer. Now, comes the real challenge.

You see when I look back earlier in the season to my 8 day winning streak, what killed me when it ended was that for the next 11 days, I only posted two winning days. In fact, I went on to only finish the Preseason by winning merely 8 of the next 24 days for a pitiful winning percentage of .333. Ouch!

So this is where the champions make their mark. It is not so much in the occasional loss it is how one responds. I put in 16 winning days. If I restart that streak today, then yesterday’s loss will be but a blip on the map – a fumble if you will. Every great team fumbles or turns the ball over every now and then. It is just the great teams then get the ball back and ram it down their oppositions throat. That is what I have to do now, beginning today – Beginning with Today’s sit (why am I channeling Glengarry Glen Ross) I have to get the ball back and ram it down the throat of my fat slob.

I suppose it didn’t help yesterday writing poems about beer. I mean for crying out loud, if that doesn’t portend bad things, what does? Wouldn’t that be like being stuck in a boat for days on end and the only person with you, your so-called buddy, starts writing poems about cannibalism! Well, I don’t think writing poems about beer would that different.

Well, it looks like my Inner Fat Slob just kicked off. Let’s see what I do with the ball now.

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