All’s well that ends…

1) It occurred to me 10 minutes ago, when I was starting to nod off, that I could get 8 full hours of sleep for the first time in a decade. Not wanting to break that kind of streak I got up to deliver what will almost assuredly be a quick few things.

2) The Game…

An author I enjoy reading has a column on the Levels of Losing. If you’re not a sports fan, you won’t understand, nor care to read it. But it’s a solid description on what a fan goes through on any particular loss.

You can find it here.

I had to email Bill tonight, though…

*note: he’s a ridiculous Boston Celtics fan, worships Larry Bird and grew up in the Boston Garden*

“Sorry Bill.

Nothing on your list fits or compares to what I witnessed in Lambeau just a few short hours ago.

Imagine Bird giving the Garden a massive “eff you” after killing the Celts season. To quote a crappy movie, “Multiply it by infinity, take it to the depths of forever, and you will still have barely a glimpse of what I’m talking about.”

I would ask for a new level but words really don’t do this kind of loss justice.”

It’s true. Today killed my spirit, my soul, my emotion…I feel like I’m living in limbo, just hovering above and outside of everything else that is going on. I can’t feel anything and nothing seems real.

This one loss accomplished all that.

3) To rid today’s events from my mind I’ve decided to drink as much gin as possible. I’m well on my way.

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