In the wee lonely hours, way after midnight tonight, there certainly will be some deeply morose and agitated football fans lying painfully awake in their beds. Muttering to themselves in desperate fevered tones, and perhaps downing that last of several medicinal Miller Lites, their glazed and bloodshot eyes will be affixed to the ceiling in the piteous hope of glimpsing a happier outcome than the cold unwelcome reality their sorrow filled minds will still be trying vainly to deny.
It is certain that in the stillness of these early morning hours the fanatical allegiance of such afflicted souls will compel them to endure a hellish cycle of mental instant replays. Those few, often simple, anguish filled moments that spelled their team's undoing will parade unbidden and jeering through their tired craniums, twisting their guts and eventually beating to the floor any hope of sharing in championship elation, well, at least until next football season.
Patriots 36 - G-Men 24.........Oops! Fucking wrong again.
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"bloodshot eyes will be affixed to the ceiling in the piteous hope of glimpsing a happier outcome" This is textbook maginficent! Thank you :)
ps) Go Giants! LOL :)
I haven't imbibed , "Lite" or otherwise in decades and besides, hot chocolate is so much more soothing, especially to one such as myself, whose brain cells are already so heavily challenged that alcohol only would add insult to injury.
J.
Knuck