I barely slept a wink last night.
I wanted to. I was tired, I knew I had to get up for work the next day, and I just wanted some unconsciousness so as not to face the fact that the Seahawks had lost the Super Bowl in possibly the stupidest way possible, but I could not stop reliving that play over and over and over. My brain refused to shut down.
So I mainlined Broadchurch and finished the first season. Up until 2am doing that. Then tossed and turned for another hour... Slept(?) in fits afterward. Was almost a relief when my alarm was about to go off, because then I could just stop pretending like I was going to sleep.
I read some forum posts on Field Gulls, a couple of articles (could not stomach more), and listened to some sports radio this morning. Basically everyone is in agreement. It was the wrong play call. And -- I know, I know, it's easy to coach from our couches. I'm not normally one to criticize stuff like that, because it's easy for us to say. But seriously, this one, in this situation, it was like... it was just utterly baffling. ( I have more to say about it. )
You know, I've deliberately not talked about the Seahawks in a long time, because it seemed like when I did, they did poorly, and when I stopped, they started doing well. So out of superstitious caution, I didn't talk about them anymore. Not when I was happy, not when I was excited, not when I was nervous. What a fucking wasted effort.
I'm totally going through the 5 stages of grief right now. Went through denial and anger, skipped bargaining (I usually do my bargaining before games), and am on to depression.
I wanted to. I was tired, I knew I had to get up for work the next day, and I just wanted some unconsciousness so as not to face the fact that the Seahawks had lost the Super Bowl in possibly the stupidest way possible, but I could not stop reliving that play over and over and over. My brain refused to shut down.
So I mainlined Broadchurch and finished the first season. Up until 2am doing that. Then tossed and turned for another hour... Slept(?) in fits afterward. Was almost a relief when my alarm was about to go off, because then I could just stop pretending like I was going to sleep.
I read some forum posts on Field Gulls, a couple of articles (could not stomach more), and listened to some sports radio this morning. Basically everyone is in agreement. It was the wrong play call. And -- I know, I know, it's easy to coach from our couches. I'm not normally one to criticize stuff like that, because it's easy for us to say. But seriously, this one, in this situation, it was like... it was just utterly baffling. ( I have more to say about it. )
You know, I've deliberately not talked about the Seahawks in a long time, because it seemed like when I did, they did poorly, and when I stopped, they started doing well. So out of superstitious caution, I didn't talk about them anymore. Not when I was happy, not when I was excited, not when I was nervous. What a fucking wasted effort.
I'm totally going through the 5 stages of grief right now. Went through denial and anger, skipped bargaining (I usually do my bargaining before games), and am on to depression.