.... woke up after sleeping in. Felt great except for the mild after affects of the tequila used to settle me down to sleep
Within 15 seconds I remember what happened last night. Dread sets in. Not for the loss. But for the realization that I have no reason to believe this team will rebound under its current leadership.
I simply can’t watch the NFL. Too soon to engage in anything football.
I continue to return to this Rivals site. Why? I don’t know. Misery loves company I suppose. Maybe there will be reports of something that makes it all make sense. Maybe something happened at the Tarmac. No, nothing. Everybody is hurting, frustrated, and mostly kicking ourselves that we let ourselves care as much as we do.
Must take pride in other things, because it’s painfully obvious this team will not be able to be a positive source of pride any time soon.
Rationalization time. They are kids. Move on.
Feeling good that I sold my season ticket package, in whole, having decided over the summer to take a season off during stadium reconstruction. But feel sorry for the friend who bought it from me.
Make up with the wife, who put up with my grumpy half bagged ass last night.
Find something to do. Crap, it’s only 10am.
Ugh.