I was starting to feel better...

I have been sick these past few weeks. First the flu and then a drawn out cold that is now sniffling its goodbyes.

But now I feel a new kind of sick. It's a slight nausea in the bottom of my stomach that I haven't felt in ages. I blame this feeling mostly on my ex-boyfriend who introduced to me to the highs and lows of football. Thanks to him I am now a proud Patriots fan. I watched most of this season without prompting - figured out when the games were on and dedicated Sundays and Mondays to watching my boys. And actually ignoring my friends who, dear hearted as ever, didn't actually care about the games but were sweet in their support of my watching. I tried not to be cocky like those stupid Giants fans, because it's just not attractive. However... I was probably a little over confident. When your team, that you have watched for a whole wonderfully beautiful and interesting season, comes out to play at the most important game of the year, you expect great things. I feel kind of like I have been hit by a truck. My well intending ex sent this article that helped some, but mostly sunk in deeper the despair I have been feeling since the game ended. If a sports fanatic was blind sided by this loss, then just imagine how this poor little trusting newbie fan is feeling.

My employers were wonderful and left me a condolence card. They would understand how I feel, they're Cubs fans.