Can't wait for the weekend

How did I manage to post a blog yesterday without once mentioning the NFL extravaganza from the night before?
Apologies again for the Jimmy Saville reference. I blame lack of sleep and far too many peanuts.
I shan’t go on too much, for fear of boring those of you who have no interest in gridiron matters, but WHAT AN END TO THE SEASON!! Three crucial games all went into overtime, including the one involving my beloved 49ers. I must confess that at several times during the first half I considered giving up my fandom forever and going to bed – that’s how bad they were. But I’m so glad I didn’t, as what transpired after that was a perfect example of why I love and hate the sport in equal measures. It nearly killed me, but I’m so glad I went through it. Fighting back from a 17-point deficit, then throwing a way a chance to score a winning touchdown, then allowing your opponent to score against you, then somehow finding a way to tie things up with only a few seconds left on the game clock.
Even at that point I thought they would throw it away. I thought the step into overtime was merely a delay to the ultimate pain of defeat; a teasing glimpse of what might have been that was about to be snatched from me in the cruellest way. But no – my team played on with confidence and assurance and managed to get the job done, and get themselves into the play-offs. It was exhausting, it was traumatic, and it led to my weird, tired mood that I carried all day yesterday.
And next week, I get to do it all again! The match is even on at the same time as this weeks, which is useful, because Mathew will be in bed and I can have the living room, sofa and TV to myself. If only I hadn’t quaffed those honey roast peanuts, they’d have been a perfect snack accompaniment.

RC 11-1-22