"Prometheus" and the Football Fan

"Prometheus" - Opening Day. Check. Beautiful wife on my arm. 15 y/o son and 13 y/o daughter in tow. Check check. Undefeated season. We've played well, it's a well oiled machine. We're mean. The offensive line is hungry, eating nails for breakfast. Linebackers twitching at the slightest sound. A power running game. Throw the ball? Nah, we don't throw the ball. We RUN the ball. We are going to RUN IT DOWN YOUR THROAT! The face paint and jerseys are on. Tickets in hand. I've spoken in whispers for the past week to save my voice for cheering. It's THE game. 33 years in the making and the house is going to rock! I'm so pumped up, I can barely see my seat. Expectations? I don't expect anything. I KNOW we're going to win because I've seen the trailers, I've read the hype. I'm ready baby. BRING IT ON! 2 hours…4 minutes…and it's all over. My eyes are blurry, I can't read the final score. Did we win? We did, right? I mean, it was a no brainer. We were the #1 ranked team. We had $120-130M to buy THE best coaching staff, athletes, game plans, cheerleader iCandy, even a crazy mascot with two jaws. Did you hear me honey? It's got two jaws! Seriously. Ridley Scott is the Head Coach. Okay, so I never liked the run-n-gun that Lindelof likes to use but hey, Ridley keeps him on the staff so he must be good. Right? We won…right? WRONG. The dust settles and I'm demoralized, kicked in the gut. I've got cleat marks up and down my arms. I think I lost a tooth in the popcorn! Why's my jersey torn? Who are these idiots around me with smiles? Did they watch the same game that I did? I look at my family. "Did you like it Dad?" My family has seen and heard me talk about "Prometheus" for months, gone to practice with me to watch the trailers, over and over again…I gotta keep a strong face, don't let 'em see you cry man. Don't you dare! I nod my head, delirious. One week later…the stage is set again. I don't believe all the negative comments on websites about how my, MY TEAM, was overrated, bloated, run by an egomaniac, an offensive coordinator with questionable skills, players who didn't show up on the field…they're all crazy. I get pumped up again dammit! Leave the wife at home on this one boys. It's going to get messy. The kids? Hell yeah I'll take them to another "R"-rated slugfest. I'm just payin' it forward (thanks Mom!). My kids, hand-in-hand. Check check. The movie starts, I'm shaking with anticipation, telling myself over and over again that THIS is the real team showing up now baby. This is what we were supposed to see. Last week's game? Bleh…that was just to see if we were paying attention. We put the second stringers in, it was a non-conference game, it doesn't matter in the BCS standings. I'm ready now. BRING IT ON! We're crushed. Again. The second time was no better than the first. It just makes me want to punch the Head Coach even harder; that Offensive Coordinator…I want to meet him in a dark alley. Those players? They're going to run laps and do pushups until I GET TIRED. What's the point of this story? It's simple. Can the DVD extended version give me back my National Championship? Will it make right what was so wrong in the last two games? Somebody! Anybody! Please tell me!