So, what have you destroyed watching Rocket Games?

I sorta destroyed a relationship with a girl cuz of game 1 vs the mavs. She wanted to hangout but I was like, no way jose, the nba playoffs are here and my rockets are on tv. talk to ya later. She started cussing me out and wondered aloud why she bothers talking to a loser like me who will never get laid cuz I give women the cold shoulder.

 

After reading this thread I know I belong here.

I have lost my temper, a remote controll and my sanity only to come back again for the next game and more torment.

I'll be glued to the set at 8:30 tonight.

Rockets Rock Yessss!

 

Wow! I thought I had anger management problems.

I usually go with the remote control throw after hard losses, luckily I'm focused enough to throw it at the couch instead of the wall.

Also, a nice punch to the wall usually cools me off.

 

We've all been there (punching walls; ouch!)

 

During the heat of the moment, I am usually very cool and self-controlled. However, my anger resides in my system for a long period of time, and it has to be let out in one way or the other.

Last year, when we played a home game against the Spurs, I was at my friend's house. When Francis airballed a game-tying 3-pointer after dribbling for 20 seconds on the parameter in front of Robert Horry, my emotion explosed within myself. When I got back home, I cooked all 15 crickets (food for my girlfriends' pet frog) one by one using my microwave oven. Watching them explode and burn in the oven alleviated alot of my anger. After seriously thinking about microwaving that pet frog as well, I finally controlled myself and calmed down. Had I cooked that frog along with the crickets, I don't think my gf would ever forgive me. I might even get into legal trouble because of that. That was a pretty sick thought looking back, if you ask me right now.

 

my enemies.

 

Hilarious jeremy99 -- I think this one is so funny, it deserves:

 

I'm not a thrower or a smasher. I'm a screamer. Not yelling, either; genuine screaming.

My neighbors must think I'm insane. Every once in a while they'll hear someone thumping around in the apartment below (jumping up and down in fury), screaming "b****! Stupid ****ing b****!! Why?!! WHHYYYYY?!!!"

Of course, this year the Rockets would somehow hang on to win and my neighbors would hear, "YEEEEEEEEESSS!! MOTHER ****ERS!!!! HOUSTON, MOTHER ****ERS!!!"

 

The coffee table or your foot? Anyway, I have a littered trail of broken Time Warner remotes that have felt my wrath after bad calls or plays in playoff games. I also broke a coffee table once too....the infamous dribble between the legs in the '87 playoffs by Dirk freakin' Minnifield against Seattle.

 

Dude... that's like seriously twisted.

 

a TV a RADIO

MY HART


DAM that's playoff games

but it's part of the drama

and I live for this

 

THE DALLAS MAVERICKS CONFIDENCE!