doesn't it suck to see a final score when our fins lose. the finality, the permanence of it. it's unmoving and etched into your eyeballs. all the feelings of disgust and anger and frustration all encapsulated by the markings on the TV....numbers. you just sit there.....hearing all the stupid announcers talking, wrapping it up, watching the players on the field laughing, shaking hands and you - well, you're right there....letting the score settle into your thoughts like an elephant in the room. a friend might say something in the background, or your wife, or the phone......or you switch the channel, or you just shut the damn thing off...it doesn't matter what happens immediately after, the finality of the game is there like a giant wall that won't let you go forward. YOUR TEAM LOST AND HERE IS THE SCORE TO PROVE IT. NOTHING YOU CAN DO CAN CHANGE THE OUTCOME. NO MIRACLE. YOU ARE NOT DREAMING. THIS IS REALITY. YOU LOST. HERE IS THE SCORE ad nauseum.
i hate when we lose.
i hate when we lose.
