I just...I can't even.
Dec. 14th, 2009 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What did I spend the last three hours watching?
Usually I'm good at letting things roll off, but this is beyond. I don't understand what this even was. How could a team make so many mistakes, and look so horrifically bad, when so much is at stake?
I was getting really, really angry at the Cards. Like, irrationally angry.

The ensuing panic—as Larry was surrounded by fluttering trainers, tried to stand, collapsed, and was escorted back to the locker room—helped to temper my rage momentarily, but it didn't last.
Thankfully, Larry came back and played, but it didn't really matter. The team looked ridiculous.



With Jerry Rice, for good measure.



That's about the only positive thing to come out of this game. I have that crazy pseudo-diabetic feeling that I usually only get following Rafa's gut-wrenching losses in majors.
Meanwhile, I fell out of a malfunctioning elevator this morning, ate way too much sugar and wheat, and went on a really painful run. Not an auspicious Monday. And to think, it started out with such promise, it really did...
Well, on to Tuesday.
ETA: I should've known things would go awry when Larry tweeted this earlier.
Usually I'm good at letting things roll off, but this is beyond. I don't understand what this even was. How could a team make so many mistakes, and look so horrifically bad, when so much is at stake?
I was getting really, really angry at the Cards. Like, irrationally angry.

The ensuing panic—as Larry was surrounded by fluttering trainers, tried to stand, collapsed, and was escorted back to the locker room—helped to temper my rage momentarily, but it didn't last.
Thankfully, Larry came back and played, but it didn't really matter. The team looked ridiculous.



With Jerry Rice, for good measure.



That's about the only positive thing to come out of this game. I have that crazy pseudo-diabetic feeling that I usually only get following Rafa's gut-wrenching losses in majors.
Meanwhile, I fell out of a malfunctioning elevator this morning, ate way too much sugar and wheat, and went on a really painful run. Not an auspicious Monday. And to think, it started out with such promise, it really did...
Well, on to Tuesday.
ETA: I should've known things would go awry when Larry tweeted this earlier.
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Date: 2009-12-15 06:17 am (UTC)Football is bad for my health. It gives me the vapors.
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Date: 2009-12-15 06:27 am (UTC)Sports in general are bad for one's health, I think. There's so much misery and heartache, and not nearly enough euphoria to make up for it, in my experience.
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Date: 2009-12-15 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-15 04:27 pm (UTC)Anyway! I watched most of the first half if it was just... Yikes. More disappointment and anxiety than I needed, so I read fic instead. At least Larry's alright. Damn.
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Date: 2009-12-16 06:56 am (UTC)Reading fic was the wise thing to do.
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Date: 2009-12-15 08:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-15 11:57 pm (UTC)urgh, yeah, i hear that. i'm glad larry's okay, although i'm sorry your team are causing you heartache. ride or die, like you say, right? :|
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Date: 2009-12-16 07:01 am (UTC)I'll be alright. I'm quite accustomed to heartache at this point when it comes to sports! Hopefully tennis isn't quite so gruesome next season—that would be uplifting.