These two photos tell it all. The pain. The agony. The blur of defeat. In the final analysis we blame the scorekeeper for shorting us one bucket which would have made it a 28-point loss --- and Paul Liesem for refusing to draw up planned plays despite our begging and pleas. Even the wives in attendance would not look at us afterwards. Our children began calling guys on the other team "Dad." Even the beer afterwards tasted like bitter vetch and sour bile. Well --- OK --- the beer tasted just fine. We bounce back fast!
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