Now to those of you who don’t know me, it might seem like I am a crazy Jets fan who lives and dies by the team’s performance, but in truth I don’t get too low on the lows or too high on the highs. I’m generally pretty accepting of losses and pretty pleased with wins. For example, no more than three hours after last years AFC championship game against the Colts, I had already talked myself into being proud that my favorite team made the AFC championship game. Even after the brutal OT loss to the Steelers in 2005 I didn’t take it that bad. I punched a pillow, rationalized that we were not going to beat the Brady led Patriots the next round anyway and cooled down within two hours. This time was obviously different and it left me confused as to why I was so deeply affected.
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Faith is a hell of a drug
The clock read 3:09 AM Monday night and I still hadn’t been able to go to sleep. I knew I had to try so that I wasn’t dead the next day at work, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t help but replay the Steelers goal line stance over and over in my mind. “Second and one! It was second and one and we run 2 pass plays in a row?! Schottenheimer lost us the game! He lost us a chance at our first Super Bowl in over 40 years."
Now to those of you who don’t know me, it might seem like I am a crazy Jets fan who lives and dies by the team’s performance, but in truth I don’t get too low on the lows or too high on the highs. I’m generally pretty accepting of losses and pretty pleased with wins. For example, no more than three hours after last years AFC championship game against the Colts, I had already talked myself into being proud that my favorite team made the AFC championship game. Even after the brutal OT loss to the Steelers in 2005 I didn’t take it that bad. I punched a pillow, rationalized that we were not going to beat the Brady led Patriots the next round anyway and cooled down within two hours. This time was obviously different and it left me confused as to why I was so deeply affected.
Now to those of you who don’t know me, it might seem like I am a crazy Jets fan who lives and dies by the team’s performance, but in truth I don’t get too low on the lows or too high on the highs. I’m generally pretty accepting of losses and pretty pleased with wins. For example, no more than three hours after last years AFC championship game against the Colts, I had already talked myself into being proud that my favorite team made the AFC championship game. Even after the brutal OT loss to the Steelers in 2005 I didn’t take it that bad. I punched a pillow, rationalized that we were not going to beat the Brady led Patriots the next round anyway and cooled down within two hours. This time was obviously different and it left me confused as to why I was so deeply affected.
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