Today was the last regular season game. We're playing the team that we've tied for second in the district. Winner gets a home game for the first round of playoffs. My team started off well. They played good football. At half they were up.
Second half started out okay, but I could feel the adrenaline start to build. See, this is what happens when you actually start to care about the team instead of just standing there to make a buck while hoping no one gets hurt. It's their fault. They sucked me in by the second game, so I can't help it now. I started to get really nervous for them. I knew the other team was going to come back hard. I was nervous for the outcome of the game and for injuries.
And then it happened. The QB got injured. He's done for the game. Probably done for the next. Then I have to deal with the injury, I feel awful for the poor kid, and there's a good chance he won't be back for the play off. Our first string QB was out early in the season with a season-ending injury. The back ups that they have for this kid; well, good luck making it out of the first round. And they lost. By one point.
On the one hand, this is a great group of kids, and I hate to see their season end. On the other hand, the sooner their season ends, the sooner I can leave some of the adrenaline behind. Seriously, I have a lot to do tomorrow, and I want to go to bed, but the adrenaline will probably keep me wired for a while yet.