My Super Bowl prediction was only 3 points out! Do I get an award? A telegram from the Queen? Unlimited respect and kudos? No, of course I don’t. Like the painfully defeated Atlanta Falcons, I end up with nothing. Apart from a pounding head and a tired body. It was hard to get to sleep after the all-night excitement, and after the bastards went into overtime it was gone 4am before I turned the telly off. Then, of course, I went online to watch some post-match comments flutter in to various media outlets, and to catch the emotional interviews on the NFL website. So I eventually fell into bed at 5am, only to wake up just after 7 worrying that I’d missed the alarm and was late for work. Today will be a struggle. I thought booking the morning off would be sensible, but now I haven’t slept much I might have been better off working normal hours and getting home usual time, instead of having to plough through a whole 2-8pm shift on barely two hours sleep! It might take me all week to get over it. But at least I’m not an Atlanta Falcons player. I’m confident I’ll recover by the weekend, but how on Earth do you recover from throwing away a 28-3 lead in the biggest game your sport has, with 200 million people watching around the World?
RC 6-2-17
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