Well, hell.


At least I watched the game at Mr. Wufflekins', who - despite his opinion that former national champions' fans shouldn't complain about their team's setbacks for at least five years after the win - couldn't have been nicer to me. I'm sure if I had been elsewhere, I would have been far more depressed about the whole thing. As it is, I'm putting this loss behind me, and I'm certain we'll win it all next year.

Afterward, Mr. W hugged me and told me he was sorry that it wasn't a good game.

You know, I'll take him over a game any day.

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