I know what you’re thinking:
“Kip, it’s just preseason. Calm down.”
And to that I say: absolutely not.
Last night I watched a preseason friendly with the emotional intensity of a man defusing a bomb. The match didn’t matter. The result didn’t matter. The players barely cared. But my heart rate? Champions League knockout levels.
At one point, a left‑back miscontrolled a pass and I gasped so loudly my neighbor knocked on the wall. I pretended I dropped something. I did not. I dropped nothing except my dignity.
The Stats Betrayed Me
I refreshed the live stats page 87 times in the first half alone. Possession swung from 51% to 49% and I reacted like someone watching cryptocurrency crash in real time.
The Commentary Didn’t Help
The commentator said, “It’s only preseason, folks.” I took that personally.
The Turning Point
In the 72nd minute, a trialist scored a scruffy tap‑in. I celebrated like I’d just witnessed a tactical masterclass. I fist‑pumped. I yelled. I scared my cat.
Final Thoughts
Preseason is supposed to be relaxed. But for me? It’s a warning shot for the emotional chaos to come. And honestly… I regret nothing.
