Sean McVay Is Rainman When It Comes To Plays- He Remembers Every One He's Ever Called

I wish I had a good memory. My memory freaking stinks these days though. I wish I knew why. But at nearly 30 years old, I’ve officially become the guy that puts down his phone somewhere and doesn’t remember where. I’ll spend 15 minutes looking for my phone or my wallet or my keys, you know, like an old person 3 days away from death. It’s troubling to say the least.

I also have a hard time remembering basic things, like people’s faces/names who I’ve met. It gets quite embarrassing when I introduce myself and they remind me we’ve met before. When you think you’re being all polite and you extend your hand with a courteous “nice to meet you” and they go “uhhh, we’ve already met” and then you have to play it off like “OH YEA!! OF COURSE!!!!” when in reality you don’t remember at all and you sort of want to die.

Meanwhile, ol’ Sean McVay remembers every playcall he’s ever made. COOL. I don’t even remember what I blogged on Monday and he remembers what he called on 3rd down in a game 5 years ago. That guy’s brain is truly something else, while mine is the equivalent to a pile of soggy mashed potatoes.