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Little Kids Crying About The Patriots Not Making The Super Bowl Are All Of Us

 

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If anyone was wondering what it looks like in the Feitelberg household right now, that’s a pretty good reenactment right there. Lots of tears, mumbled words, and confusion. Also the need for more tissues, both happy and sad ones. I don’t really know what to do with my life, it’s like there’s been a death in the family. And not a grandparent or anything, but your very healthy brother who you had some awesome plans with in two weeks and now he’s just dead. I just want to close the blinds, turn off my Twitter mentions, block ESPN, and hide behind the couch for the next month or so. But I can’t, because I’m a blogger. For all the days it’s a great job, and there are a lot of them, the day after a loss is hell. You can ignore the world and focus on your Excel spreadsheets, I still have to peruse the internet, waiting to step on a Brady Jordan meme landmine or have some son of a bitch Jets fan throw a “FUCK THE PATS” grenade at me. I wouldn’t wish my next two weeks upon my worst enemy, not even KFC.