I can’t believe how something as silly as a game of football can affect my moods. Last week we won and it was a great weekend, I was floating around the house all Sunday and nothing could bring me down.
Today we were humiliated after playing a fantastic first quarter. We left early and scowled all the way home in the rain. I’m snapping and dark on everyone and everything, not even the prospect of a lovely roast cooked by Rae can bring sunshine in to my day.
All this because of something that happened over which I have no control and that, in the grand scheme of things, means nothing at all.
Stupid Tigers. Bring on the hockey.