This blows. Everything about this just sucks the syrup out of a perfectly decent Aunt Jamima's bottle. If I were a violent man I would grab my (fictional) gun and go shoot rats at the city dump.
The ponies hung tough tonight, but I don't care for hanging tough anymore. We COULD/SHOULD have won that game tonight.... We're like Brando in On the Waterfront:
"[We] could have been somebody.... [We] could have been a contender."
Why uncaring football god, why???