I’m sorry I have not posted in forever. I’m having another Howard Hughes phase where I disappear for days at a time, then suddenly reappear.

I have been back in Russell since last Monday (Nov. 14) at 3:05 p.m. I have not travelled anywhere except Hays, and that was last Thursday for an appointment with Crista. That appointment gave me the swift kick in the rear I needed. More on that in a minute.

The trip to Kansas City went very well, save for the incident with the arrogant Denver Broncos fans Sunday, Nov. 13.

In case you missed it, the Broncos defeated the Saints 25-23 that day, thanks to returning a blocked extra point attempt by New Orleans for two points, which proved to be the difference. The Saints tied the game with a touchdown with under a minute to go and could have taken the lead with a successful conversion, but the Broncos instead blocked it and turned the game around.

That play was illegal.

A Denver linemen pulled at the head of the Saints’ snapper, allowing a teammate to jump over the snapper and block the kick.

That should have been called as a “pull and shoot”, where a defensive lineman pulls an offensive lineman out of the way, allowing his teammate to rush in untouched. That’s what Denver did in that case at New Orleans, but the Broncos got away with it.

The score should not have counted even if the block was legal. The player running it back for Denver stepped out of bounds, but replay was inconclusive, and the officials upheld the call on the field saying he did not step out of bounds.

Broncos fans are insufferable. They have been insufferable since John Elway played for the team 30 years ago. Get Broncos and Chiefs fans in the same room, and it gets insufferable.

I wanted to stay in Kansas City a couple of days longer, but the hotel rooms were either booked or sky high due to a convention. So I left that Monday morning.

My return to Russell was horrible. Not because of work, but other things I was doing which were totally stupid.

I got suckered by online dating sites. All kinds of them.

That Monday night after I got back from Kansas City, it got horrendous. Really sick.

I was swindled by a woman who started texting me nude pictures, sending me to clickbait sites in order to see her on a webcam. I clicked on one link, then two, then three. I was gullible and gave my credit card information to the first two sites. I finally had enough with the third and told her as much. Then she sent me a link to a fourth site. I called her out on it

Another woman tried to do the same thing. I just ignored her because I was texting the other scammer. It was horrifying.

The Match.com scams continued. I got contacted by a woman who claimed to be from North Dakota. Her phone was out of Wisconsin, but she said she lived in Ghana. And of course, I was getting shot down time and again on Match from real people, who blocked me from looking at my profile.

I was so pissed and angry that Wednesday I started chatting with a “customer support” agent, hoping I could get my money back. No way. I consider Match to be a gigantic scam. Yes, I met Renetta Rogers on that site 12 years ago, but she was the only person I met from there.

I was over the edge. I was so angry I exploded on everyone on social media I could find. I also penned an letter to Crista I had her read before we started our session the next morning.

The first half of my session was mostly about what I had posted on Twitter and Facebook about the Alabama-LSU football game, plus a little bit about the presidential election. The second half dealt with the dating sites.

By the end of the session, Crista was begging me to start believing in myself. She reminded me so many people care about me, and I needed to stop being so hard on myself. I need to believe I have worth.

A few hours later, I had a come to Jesus moment. Someone messaged me that if I ever went negative, if I ever threatened to harm myself, she would block me forever and never talk to me again.

I was as white as a ghost after that. I knew it was time to stop this spiral which I had initiated.

Then Friday night arrived. I didn’t go anywhere, but my life may have changed…