someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide

Sigh what a day. The most perfect weather for football I've seen in a long time, and I only last twenty minutes before a bad tackle leaves me sidelined. Worse, there's no credible substitute and we go down 2-1. Some rest makes the frikkin leg worse than before. Now I have problems going to the kitchen for a drink. Another week of getting fat.
And now Liverpool goes down FOUR FRIKKIN GOALS TO ONE.

Give me a break already.