As I sit here burning the 2 a.m. oil (midnight has long passed), trying to cram even more neuroscience into my brain (I think I am starting to have visual hallucinations, either that or my hair really does look like spiders), I realize the end to this very traumatizing season is almost near! May is almost upon us, I am 3 exams away from finishing an equally traumatizing, but fun, year.
So I suppose one thing I can ask of Bayern is, can you do me a solid and get to #3 and give me hope that I CAN DO IT here?
I will give you a hint: no more of that possession football shit, it doesn't work and insanity is repeating the same activity expecting a different result. Stop it.
I would go further with this but I realized I am without my pink and yellow highlighters, both of which are very crucial and that I just spent the last two minutes contemplating the reality of underwear gnomes and sock elves. This is probably a good sign that I should stop.
Cliffs Notes version: Win or lose, Bayern, I will love you. But a Win would feel like a really nice hug or something. Mia San Uli, etc. etc.
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