Well, that sucked. We've seen this movie before, and its always true that sequeals are worse than the originals. In this case the original was awful, meaning that the sequel is really bad.
Its sad. Its frustrating. Its really bad when you stop to realize that a number of our favorite core players are probably not going to be around next year for a number of reasons. Its especially bad considering the grim possibilities of an uncapped year and a potential lockout down the road.
Of course, its just a game. The sun will rise tomorrow.
A few words of encouragement may help. The first is from a very wise woman:
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory!
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
That's the poet Emily Dickinson. I doubt she knew or cared much of football, but her words ring true.
The next words come from a very wise man.
93 days till the draft.
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