The Spiders are far and away the most important thing in my life outside of family. Yet, they continue to destroy me. I have had a miserable weekend after our team crapped on a very promising season. If it weren't for the women's success and the excitement over traveling to support them in the NCAAs to temper my devastating feeling from the men's side, I may be in a mental hospital now. I'm sure somehow the players are more disappointed than me, but honestly I don't know how. I have no motivation to get anything done or enjoy time with family. As much as I absolutely love my Spiders and can't imagine anything to replace them, they literally make me ill. In the end, the Spiders may be the worse thing in my life - a horrible addiction worse than any drug I could imagine.
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