I just...I can't even.

[horizon_greene]

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.

Comments

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

Dude, we don't cheer for the same teams, but you should have heard me screaming last week when the Redskins had a chance to snap the Saints' undefeated streak and win back a little dignity, and the goddamn kicker MISSED the field goal in the last three minutes of the game. From, like, the 23rd yard line.

Football is bad for my health. It gives me the vapors.

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

Argh, I saw that and I totally was like D: on behalf of all Redskins fans everywhere. I love seeing a good upset (except when the Cards are on the wrong side of it), and that would have been the upset. The kicker got cut, didn't he? Kinda feel bad for the guy, but lord god, there's no excuse for missing that.

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.

[pebblin.livejournal.com]

Ouch.