Posts by Frank Garcia71

I honestly don't know if we're ready for athletes who refuse to specialize anymore. Is it actually sustainable for a player to be pulling double duty like that, or is it just a recipe for a massive injury?

fadedcobra72 said:It’s not even about those guys getting away with it—it’s that I’m the one who got wrecked. Maybe one day I’ll be sitting there thinking, "Thanks a lot, if they hadn't been around, I'd still have my career..." (fill in the blank). I guess there's still a tiny spark of hope left in me, or maybe it's just pure spite toward people like them.

It isn't worth it, Nicole—but honestly, if there were more people like me out there, things would actually change. But people are cowards. The second you start making waves, they try to sink you. I'm on my own—no kids, no wife—so maybe that's why I can afford to be this reckless... or why I was.

I don't even know anymore. The one thing I am 100% sure of is that I am never putting myself in this position again. I'm done tilting at windmills. Because let's be real—people like that won't even hire me. Period. If they're digging into my past—which they clearly are—then they already know there's no point in hiring me and expecting me to pull illegal stunts.

But hey, what's the point of having integrity if a bunch of suck-ups are just going to mock me and decide my fate?

When I really think about it, the bigger the scammers are, the better it works out for them—not just in business, but in their personal lives too! 🙂

Being honest gets you nowhere. You'll just end up getting screwed over even harder in life. But is the solution to become a total piece of trash? No way.

Look at me. Finished college, and now I've been sitting at home for years without a job. Every time I try something, it just falls apart like a house of cards. A lot of people have basically spat in my face because they think I'm some kind of slacker who doesn't want to work. And these were my friends. Now when I see them out on the street, it's like we never even knew each other. It's like they don't even recognize me. Maybe they're just too ashamed to say hi, I don't know.

And even in my mess—and man, this is easily the darkest time of my life—I know I never want to turn into scum like them. That's exactly why it cost me everything, staying a nobody. I refused to become someone who judges everyone else based solely on how much money they have.

Man, I seriously hate it when I start spiraling into all those "what if" questions about the past.
-Like, how, why, where, when... or just constantly wondering if things would've gone differently if I'd handled stuff another way, or what would've happened if... you know, the usual nonsense.

Don't you feel like you're just falling into this bottomless pit when you do that?