Titans, flare ups, and melt downs.

Week two versus the Texans. This one is always a tough one- conference game, Texans almost always play well, and our beloved Titans have been hit or miss the last few years. So far a pretty good game, tied 7-7 in the second quarter and we are holding them alright so far. Locker could get a little more accurate, Joshnson needs to quit fucking around and run, and big D needs to keep the pressure up.
 

The shoulder decided it was going to flare up the other day. Don't know what did it, but had a fairly rotator and upper back intensive bench day and it seemed to flare up that night or the following morning. Another one of those "wake up hurting" kind of days. I will freely admit to freaking out a little bit, worrying that I was back to square one. I haven't benched again since, but a few days of rest, rolling, tennis ball pressure pointing, PT stretching, and ibuprofen seem to be helping. I'll be in the gym in the morning so will test it a little then.

So what is it about a four year old that makes them turn into complete assholes after a long, pretty good day WITH the promise of a toy before bed after completion of the last night of the week's chores? We have a "responsibility chart", in which she must get an average of five out of seven magnets for each of the seven days of the week to get a toy, book, whatever from a little collection we keep for such occasions. So, we return from Tarzhay at about 8:00PM last night and have literally two things to do before bed to get our last few magnets for the toy, a freshly picked Lego set. Instead, however, the daughter decides to not do the last few responsibilities and follow me and the wife lady around the house punching us. No magnets, no toy.

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamy.

We had a talk about it afterward and talked about handling feelings, doing the simple responsibilities, etc. Logic in a four year old... (not so) surprisingly lacking.

We're working on it.

Third quarter. 14-10 Texans. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

ETA: Titans lose, 30-24 in overtime. Defensive breakdown- we let Schaub and Hopkins roll over our secondary. Fucking boo.