Wife took the 2 little kids with her to visit her mom last weekend. Left me and the 17 year at home "unsupervised" to be bachelors for the weekend. We had a great time hanging out in the quiet house. My 17 year old Thomas and I have bonded over Rams football since the arrival of McVay. Watching the Rams Play is one of our favorite things to do together. Before the McVay hire everyone in my family just thought i was a masochist (including the dog - - Dog still does)
When Rams football finally arrived on Sunday we were amped up for revenge against the birds. Could we stop Saquon? We were both confident we could. But Win or Lose, we were ready to see our Rams take on the defending champs in their house and put up one hell of a fight.
Start of 2nd half - when we went up by 19, I was telling him this is what watching the Rams during GSOT was like. No matter the obstacles, or set backs (penalties/turn-overs/bad calls), the GSOT just shook it off and murdered whoever they were playing anyway. It was like the last negative play never happened.
Then the Quicksand took over, and you could tell Philly was going to make a run. A #1 seed type team can take another team's best shot; get back up and deliver two harder shots back at them.
Losses suck. I can handle most of them. Even last year, when the record was shit at the beginning of the year, I had a feeling they'd get their shit figured out and make a run.
This loss hit different. It wasn't a loss. It was a collapse.
This game hurt because I allowed it to ruin a special weekend I had with my son. We were both upset.
I think all of us get too invested sometimes. If a loss hurts this bad, you have to examine your personal life, and re-check all things "work/life/balance". It's just a game.
I have been fixing what I can fix in my own life the last few days. Good rest, good work, and good exercise. Fans are fanatical. And being fanatical can fuck you up if you let it.
I'm feeling better. I'm not even looking forward to the Colts game this week - Sunday will get here when it fucking gets here. I'm working on my self this week. When Sunday kick-off time does eventually come around, I will be excited and watch my Rams and their 2 headed Montgomery/Gibbs style rushing attack murder some baby horses.
Got to wrap this soap box confessional up, so I'll say this: Misery loves company. But let's stop being miserable.
Us fanatics have Champaign Problems.
Go Rams.