It hurts to get dumber.

On Sunday, I made an array of comments that could described as dumb. There's really no other way to put it. I like to think that after numerous hits to the head over the years, including my last one which involved me jumping out of a moving boat, that I am getting dumber. I used to be really smart. I was named Student of the Month in October 1999 when I was in the 7th grade. I was going places. As High School went on I regressed. Precalc got to me. My confidence was shaken, I was diminishing in most aspects of my academic knowledge. When it comes to the books, I just have a serious case of A.D.D. and i cannot focus.
I tell my friends that I suffer from post-concussion syndrome. I usually make it a joke but i do wonder sometimes if I actually do. Either way, one thing that has not gone away from my brain is my sports memory. I can still ramble off names and numbers from the games that I love. Until yesterday. I made two dumb statements and two dumb decisions that put me into a near depression by sunday night.
The first one involved the New York Yankees and their proud past. When my friend got home yesterday from his out of town stay, I asked him about his favorite team and player. The New York Yankees and Alex Rodriguez. I had mentioned to him that i saw a stat that had something to do with only him and Babe Ruth. That's pretty rarified air. So i thought to myself, what was this stat that they shared. I blurted to my friend "Are they the only two Yankees to ever hit 50 home runs in a year?"
My friend looked at me, paused, and said. "Colin? Are you serious?"
I thought about it and after some deliberation Yankee legends popped into my head as if they were ready to use the same bats they clobbered home runs with to clobber me in the face with. Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Roger Maris. Numerous times have hit 50 home runs in their career. This might be pedestrian information to some. Me, I used to take pride in knowing this stuff.
Dumb statement number 2. As my two friends and I watched the NFL, we pondered how good the New England Patriots could be. We looked at their schedule and I said, "Well them and the Colts could both be undefeated going into week 9. They might both be 9-0 at that time."
"But Colin, they play in week 9, how can they win 9 games? It would only be 8."
I actually argued this fact. Even though it was clear it was only possible that 8 games could be won. That one hurt too. Why would I argue such easy knowledge?
Finally I made two dumb decisions that made me pissed for the night. My fantasy football team, which I had drafted geniusly, would have some tough competition. I say I drafted my team geniusly because I took Randy Moss in the 5th round and Ben Roethlisberger in the last round. If you watched any football yesterday, you would know they were big players of the day. Man did I look like a genius. But, because as the first two paragraphs explained, I am not a genius. And this is because I sat them both on the bench. All their points went to a complete waste. I punched numerous walls and shouted 100 obscenities. By sunday night, I could only think of how dumb I was.
I was cheered up however when my good friends purchased the original Tecmo Bowl game on the nintendo Wii. We played for a few hours. The game came out in 1990. As I watched the video game, i felt like i could name player after player and stat after stat. My knowledge is still there. Maybe it will come and go for the rest of my life, Maybe it's still there and I'm not tapping into it enough. Maybe I just have a strange part in my brain that I'm only allowed to retain knowledge dealing with sports. Maybe, just maybe, I had an off day. And while, it does hurt to get dumber, I'll fight it for a long time. And if you read some of my statements, its going to be an uphill climb.