Have you seen my Mojo?

So on Sunday night we were driving around an extremely target-rich environment in Toronto (College West) and Andy was annihilating me. He was punching me left and right, in the car and while we were walking on the street. I just couldn't get a break.

And then it all became clear.

I think I have lost my Punch-Mini Mojo.

I know; it's very sad for me to admit this. But friends, ever since I started writing this blog and sharing my game with the world, my ability to play it has tanked. The best I've been able to do is enact the PMPP on a premature punch from Andy. Sure I have gotten in the odd punch here and there, but my overall skills in the game have truly suffered as of late.

Maybe it's the stress and burden of the responsibility that now rests on my shoulders? Maybe I've become more preoccupied with managing the rules of the game than actually playing it? Maybe this is the price I have to pay for sharing this game with the world? Whatever the reason, I wish it would stop. I miss performing at the peak of my powers.

I miss my Mojo. If you see it, please tell it to come home.