The Lions lost a heartbreaker yesterday and I'm pretty devastated...well, as devastated as one can get from the result of a sportsball game.
Consider this a particular blog post a therapy session. My own private therapy session in which I vent to nobody in particular. Read at your own risk.
I may need to resign myself to the real possibility that the Detroit Lions will never go to a Super Bowl in my lifetime. I need to make my peace with this. (And you may need to take everything I write with a grain of salt because I'm despondent and simply venting).
I am honestly surprised and a little embarrassed that I'm taking this loss so hard. I'm sure a lot of it has to do with how great the team looked in the first half (24-7 lead) and how utterly abysmal they played in the second half (outscored 27-7; lost 34-31). The Lions dangled the Super Bowl carrot in front of us fans before quickly pulling it away.
I don't have anything else to say about this game, so this will likely be my only post about it.
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