Right about now, I would do several wrong and illegal things to get tickets. I'm in a bad place right now! I need to snap out of this! It's just football!
whimper...
If anyone needs a kidney, I've got a spare one. Kennan couldn't ever use it; he'd need Christy's genetic match, anyway. Will Donate Major Organs for Tickets. Will Sell Grandmother Up the River for Tickets. Will Eat Disgusting Things on National Television for Tickets. There's not much I wouldn't do, short of outright blasphemy & breaking my marital vows. Not too many sacred cows in this house right now. Will Sell Cats for Tickets. Hm. Nevermind that last one. That would be a true Ransom of Red Chief. How about Will Not Bring Cats to Your Home for Tickets?
I get the feeling that tomorrow will be Scary-desperate Saturday, followed by Sad, Sad Sunday. Even if we do win, I'll probably still be moping, maybe all the more because we didn't get to be there for a huge upset.
That should be followed by Moving-on Monday, though... much to the relief of those around me.
Go Jackettttssss... whimper... sigh...
Pitiful, just pitiful.
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My reaction.
Your sympathy is overwhelming. I suddenly feel much better.
Har har har.
p.s. yuk it up now, but in about 5 months, you'll be seeing that up close and personal. So there. PPLLLLLPPTHHHHBBBBBB! Nyah, nyah, nyah!
Aren't you glad you have such mature friends? I know I am.
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