It’s An Addiction
Hi. My name is Will. And I’m addicted to Arsenal.
It started the first time I saw an Arsenal game, when Thierry Henry pulled off the goal of the season against Manchester United on September 20th 2000. At that time, it was hard to get your hands on Arsenal because in the States it was still a new thing. There weren’t a lot of places that you could go for an Arsenal fix. Not like today.
Anyways, that feeling I got from that goal was a rush I had to feel again. My eyes rolled back into my head and I just laid back on the floor. Seeing that game is something I’ll never forget, for better or worse. The camera angle at Highbury was unique. the crowd was right there almost on the pitch. And the noise was immense but comforting.
As I said, at the time it was hard to get your hands on Arsenal. There was only one dealer around, and they weren’t reliable. Sometimes you’d get the fix, other times they’d deliver weaker stuff. Like Leicester City. That’s not the good stuff. With Arsenal, when your eyeballs witness a perfectly passed play ending up in a brilliant strike, it’s like having your pupils dilate. Light becomes hard to look at. Your brain races a mile a minute. And you can feel your blood pulsing through your entire body. And all you want is for it to never end.
As time went on, more and more Arsenal games became available. More and more matches were being broadcast live, despite the time difference. I remember the first time I woke up at 4am for a match. That’s when the addiction really hit full steam. If you are out a bar late and then waking up at 4 or 5am for an Arsenal fix, you know you’ve got a problem. But sometimes it’s a problem worth coping with.
Nowadays, Arsenal is easy to come by. Pretty much every match is broadcast live. And when I really need a fix, there’s YouTube and Arsenal TV Online. It’s not quite the same as watching things unfold live, but it gets the job done. I just have to make sure I don’t get caught at work… just stepping out for a quick highlight or two. It helps me concentrate, what can I say.
Sometimes I feel so filth-ridden in this addiction that I have to take a shower at halftime. Then it all sets in again. Don’t judge me, you’ve done it too.
I think my family and friends might cut me off. I keep telling them that if they love me they’ll let me watch whenever I want. And that I just need a little bit more. But they know that after this season, there’s another one right around the corner. My wife knows know that until I get help, I’ll be waking her up with loud cheering at all hours. And that in every single conversation I’ll find a way to bring up football. Hell, every time we go out that Arsenal crest will be somewhere on display. It prevents the shakes from setting in.
Fortunately for me, I’m going to get another fix tomorrow.


29. Jan, 2011 



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