Well, that genuinely hurt. I spent a couple hours after the game just trying to put the images of the game out of my head. Not drinking. Not writing. Nothing. Just trying to get to the point where I wouldn’t think.

The good news, was that I reached that point. It led to a complete shut down. It’s a good thing I work from home. Mind and body seemed to be of the same opinion that consciousness was overrated. Dimly aware of the wife muttering some curses at me since I’m supposed to get her up in the morning to go to work.

I’m still not to the point where I’m really ready to write anything about the game yet. I haven’t even read anything yet.

There you go everyone, the end of the season. There will be plenty of time to analyze everything and I’m sure we’ll do that to the fullest extent.

I’m way too frustrated to put together a post in a coherent state of mind that doesn’t involve ripping the team to pieces. I’ll wait and think it out and hopefully that ticking time bomb inside of me will be defused after some sleep.