I must be a terrible sportsmen because I hate it when my team loses.
It burns me out.
There’s no more popcorn eating. No more dipping your nachos in cheese. No more woo-hooing. No more pumping your fist in the air. No more high-fiving. No more clapping. No more drinking. There’s just no more.
There’s just disappointment … disappointment and a mess of dishes to clean up, nacho cheese on the counter, and too many jalapenos.
If my team had won today, they would have been a Stanley Cup celebration and cleaning up would not be a problem. The kitchen could have been drowning in nacho cheese and it wouldn’t have mattered. But losing tends to put things in perspective. So the dishes sucked.
But my team has got two more opportunities to win the big trophy, however I’m hoping that they’ll just need one to close out the series. Otherwise it will just be more disappointment and nacho cheese clean up.