I’m sulking.
Search This Classical Life:
categories:
in the middle of:
read in 2016:
Paterson, The Great Gilly Hopkins
Sloan, Ajax Penumbra 1969
Mandel, Station Eleven
Elliot, Shadow of the Almighty
Shakespeare, As You Like It
Bolz-Weber, Accidental Saintsarchives:
ME TOO. Thank God for my sweet and patient husband.
I’m nursing my broken heart. It’s a good thing yesterday was a feast day, because I needed the chocolate to get over the loss.
I am not a very good loser in this kind of situation. When we play well and lose, it’s like, “Oh, well, we did what we could.” But this . . . I don’t even have words.
(I am doing much better today. But last night we had to watch the end of the game in two separate rooms. hehe.)
I’m a bit annoyed too, since it messed up my bracket. (((hugs)))
me too.
I was 8/8 on the elite eight, now I’m 1/4 on the final four. Still the best picks I’ve had though. Makes it sooo much more fun when two teams you don’t like are playing. Guess I’ll have to cheer FL through this round lol.
Totally.
But then hearing about Jason Ray puts it all into perspective. We lost more than just a championship.