The old competitor in me says, "you turds are quitters and to some extent, the real talent may have been the first talents and they still got it but are too prideful to try".
However, I too have gone through bad cases of "the tireds"...tired of fights that last 5 mins...tired of arriving after its over, tired of the same guys (and AKPeppr, TXmom, and WldsBabe notwithstanding), tired of MY same old moves that don't really work too well anymore, tired of running 51's even though I know that in real war they would run till they got an advantage, tired of my stupid same old stick that blows, tired of looking up at 315AM and not understanding how it was just 915PM, tired of listening to the same tards typing their exact same moronic crap on 200 (me included), tired of DAR being taken out by some noob that was dared by a vet because its funny, and tired of F3 in the DA.
HOWEVER, what do you really do for competition in your life anymore? You want your bosses job? You think you can still "play ball"? You dress up in your kids uniform and coach? What does it mean to ya? In here...for a couple of hours every night or so it means everything. You get that from other games? Come on..Xbox? First person shooter games? Tank warfare? Paintball?? Mens freakin kickball? In here, 1 v 1 is really 1 v 1...it means you won or lost...its freakin awesome...for the old and young because the game doesn't care about how old you are or how young you are. It just does its thing.
Competition...fire in your belly and I know some of you don't have it anymore and I can certainly see why with all the years logged in this game and

BTW...awesome.
But ask yourself...what do you do for real competition? 14bucks a month to kick the hell out a horde, defend something that you can pretend to feel is yours, yell at that idiot named after some Islands on a map, lie about your greatness, but either way in here...the game doesn't care who you are...it just allows you to compete again...and make some damn good friends...then kill them.
Just do it...you know what would be greatness? For all of ya to come back together...what a freakin furball that would be!! Oh well...