I absolutely lost my mind Sunday. I was born in 1980 so I've been waiting for a pro sports championship literally my entire life (fuck the Storm). I probably experienced more emotion than any single day of my life since 1991, including my wedding day. And I didn't come close to shedding a tear. I really don't understand what could make you want to cry as a fan, but I know people are wired differently.
This is a nice way of saying you are complete fucking cock holster if you cried. Jesus fucking Christ. I mean, I guess a little lip quiver or some shit, okay, not a total fag, but full on chick meltdown. Just kill yourself now by drinking a gallon of Zima and slitting your wrists in the tub, like chicks do.
I found it strangely difficult to express emotion after the game, despite the caterwauling going on around me. Or else it just means that a UW mythical NC would mean more than any NFL game.
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