It would be hard to imagine a more spectacular disaster than the end of the Packer's game on Sunday. Then again maybe I don't have all that active of an imagination. Also, I have the pleasure of having led a pretty sheltered life, so the end of football games can qualify as a "disaster" for me. It was suitable that the Packers lost control in the closing few minutes, because it coincided with my losing control. One caused the other. Our neighbors heard me cursing so loudly that they came over. Not to ask us to be quiet (they can yell loud enough to shake the furniture), but to give me a bottle of wine to ease the pain.
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