I don’t get angry that often. I really don’t get angry that often about soccer. But wow, somehow tonight losing to a team in the last 30 seconds that we easily should have beat really did it for me. Actually we didn’t lose, we tied. But it felt like a loss.
Lots of things were red at the game tonight: my socks (which you should be extremely thankful to not be in the same room with), my face after running all over the place for 50 minutes, and the haze that settled over my eyes after that last goal went in.
I’m thinking these are not the type of feelings that the Valentine’s Day gods intended for the color red to inspire.