Being out of state, I don't get many Titan games, so when there is one, you can imagine the excitement for me. Whenever I do get to watch a Titans game, I'll have to watch the entire game all the way until the final whistle and then the post-game stuff, whether we're down by 40 or up by 40, whether all our starters are in or our third-stringers are in. Thinking yesterday's game was an early game and under the impression it wouldn't be aired here (since the Texans game was an early game), I was preparing to stream the game, and even for a stream, I made sure to get up before noon after getting to bed at 6 in the morning, and then when I realized the game was a late game AND it was going to be aired, I was so happy and didn't even dare go back to sleep because I didn't want to risk any chance of not waking up for kickoff. Yesterday was the very first time I actually saw Locker as a possible franchise QB, although I always had hope for him, until yesterday's performance, I was never a big believer. While we're dominating the Jets with virtually no help from our 50 million dollar star (CJ), I was thinking "man, we're going to be a really good team this year, and should even be 4-0 right now...and more importantly, we FINALLY have our quarterback since the post-McNair era....this man is starting to look like a star in the making. Regardless if we're a contender or pretender this year, the Titans are coming, their time is near." Then the injury happen... And at first, I thought he just got the wind knocked outta' him and that he'd get up, sit out a series at worst and everything was cool. But when they wasted no time in carting him off, my heart sank. Like, I felt sick and I was unmotivated to watch the rest of the game. Like I still had the game on and would walk in every 10 minutes or so, but this was like the first time where I wasn't glued to the t.v. during a Titans game. I just didn't care anymore. It felt like...spending years building your dream mansion and when it's finally completed, it burns down the next day. I'm preparing for the worst tomorrow, and I'm not a religious man, but I'm praying to a God that I may or may not believe in. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and realize it's still just a game and I take it too seriously and that sh*t happens and I need to move on with my real life. But tonight, this is how I feel. Tomorrow may be different. /vent P.S. I'm not even mad at Wilkerson, it wasn't dirty, it wasn't malicious, it was just unfortunate. Reminded me of when Patrick Beverley injured Russell Westbrook in the playoffs.