We lost.
I still can't believe it. A stupid dream I woke up from, almost in a sweat. Fate accomplished. Now i'm sure word on the street is that we'll join the coaching merry-go-round that started on Monday. What sucks is I saw in his face that he was gone. I didn't want to believe it until I saw it for myself, but that's what was up. He was holding back tears for some reason. That had to be it. And this was in the third quarter! My goodness, man. It was all there. All right out in front of us. I tried to write that dream off; I tried to to focus on the here and now. When we couldn't get more than 6 points in the first quarter, that's when I knew it was over. That was disgusting. Falling off the edge. Fait accompli. Now what, since we've lost what was most important. Man that team looked worn. No conditioning. Like they couldn't hang for an extended period. I can't get off it. Can't get over it. Might have something to do with not being able to sleep with an allergic reaction. Who knows.