I’m too old for this shit.
Xbox
Any middle-aged person who plays sports understands the psychological torment.
Your brain knows what needs to happen next. The run you should make, the space you need to cover. Like a waking nightmare you watch it all play out as you predicted, but those legs. Those once trusty legs that effortlessly propelled you into that space, helped you chase down that attacker, let you down. You’re moving at half speed as the action runs in fast…
