Football Manager

'It's just a game!' they say. 'You have no life!', they may also say. No, I don't really have a life, but bloody hell it is not just a game. Okay, well that's just how I see it. To just as many people, it isn't even a game and that's fine. But football is awesome. It's heartbreaking, exciting, and damn compelling once you're into it. Football is an obsession of mine, and I'm not exactly proud of it. This alone would be more than enough. But no, why not go one further? A little thing called football manager has completely taken over most of my life, and I wish I was joking. It has consumed so many minutes, hours, days, weeks and actually probably months of my life, that it is now embedded in my mind as a simple part of the daily routine. I.e Wake up, football manager, eat, football manager, wash, football manager, eat, football manager, football, football manager, eat, football manager, (eventually) sleep. Also bare in mind that all the while, especially after the final 'eat', msn and facebook are nibbling away at my poor, dismal life. It's just insanely addictive. Every little bit about it screeches for my time and effort, from the matches themselves to the renewal of contracts and the scouting of foreign talent...I really can't help it. For this, and this alone, I hate football manager. Well, no, I love it, but shit, am I going to regret it! It worries me that football manager has integrated itself as 'that thing that I do all the time', but I'm sure you know by now that this fat bastard *points to self* isn't going to do a thing about it. I suppose for me, it's nice to have an alternate (lame) reality where I can actually impose myself on the (footballing) world and actually be (mostly) successful. Just ask Dover FC, who in my little world have now had 3 promotions in 4 seasons. Oh yes. *looks embarrassed* I haven't wasted most of my life, when I could have be doing much better, more productive and useful things - honestly! It's just nice to be able to temporarily transform from lazy teenager who regrets most of his life and never puts in a good shift, into a prestigious football manager, on a rather hefty sum of virtual money per annum. Perhaps I should stop now then, because after an awesome session in which I've just won the FA Cup, of maybe even the Johnstone's Paint Trophy depending on who I am, once I've closed the laptop lid, I fall straight down to Earth. Sooner or later, that fall will break my motherfucking legs. Oh screw it, I don't care, it's just a bit of (time eating and slightly pointless) fun. Ultimately, there's plenty of people that do things just as sad as this, aren't there? No? Fack...I suppose at least I'm addicted to a relatively harmless football simulation game, as opposed to hard drugs...