I can feel it. The almost imperceptible slump of my shoulders as the flutter of excitement that had been lingering in my heart and belly slowly turns sour. Those butterflies that had been stirred up as I hoped to hear from the guy at patriots.com are suffocating. Hell, I think they're dead.

Still no word and with each hour that passes my excitement turns to disappointment which in turn becomes frustration and finally anger. Two weeks. Two weeks and two days. How hard is it to send an email and let me know what the fuck is going on?

Have you ever been stood up? Well I have and it's a feeling best left forgotten. Unfortunately, that's how I feel right now but instead of tapping my foot and checking my watch I'm haunting my inbox and listening for the phone.

Fuck