After finally nodding off at 2AM, I woke up several times, running over all the things that went wrong in that game. Was awake for good at 4:45. Maybe an hour and half of sleep total. Ugh. While we've had a shot the last 2 years, until this team can put together a great regular season (13+ wins....and take the division), I don't see us getting over the hump. We were not a great team this year (but had a lot of great moments). While sometimes a team gets hot at the right time, usually, the best teams make the Super Bowl. We were not the best team this year.
Tossed and turned all f'ing night. When will I get to the point where I don't let this team pull me into believing...
Went to bed disgruntled at midnight up at 5:15 am rehashing everything that went wrong. Feel exhausted, frustrated and not thrilled about going out in 5 degree weather. Other than that everything is peachy.
Didn't have a choice. Early morning meeting. This freezing Monday morning was colder freezinger and Mondayer.
Fell asleep about 3:50 AM...got up every 20-30 minutes, felt like I had slept for 8 hours....worst kind of night, the kind when you know you're about to have your last day at a job or about to get a test back in school that you got killed on. Or the day after a girl dumps you. Worst part is not being able to watch the TV or read my Post or Daily News without getting sick.
Sad to say but I'm already at that point. I am over 40 so I feel like I have a lot more scars than some of the younger posters here. Even after the amazing win at New England I just had this mindset of "I'll believe it when I see it". I keep my expectations low and that makes games like this much easier to bear. Today I can totally relate to Chicago Cubs fans.
I don't really know if I did or not. Judging the way I feel this morning, I don't think I slept very well. Damn drinks
I had a hard time falling asleep too. Kept thinking about what could have been. Lucy pulled the football away again. She swore she wouldn't. I was so sure I was going to kick that ball this time!
I passed out... i was exhausted. When I woke up, I was fine for a second until I remembered what happened last night. I've been doing the "what if sigh" all morning.
and to think if i did have control i wouldn't have thrown on 2nd and 3rd and goal. and then got stopped on 4th.
about the same. fell asleep at 130 and slept like shit. will be fine tonight though. i guess atleast its not the patriots this year and that is thanks to the jets.
Forced myself to sleep and then tossed and turned all night. Had dreams of trying out for the Jets only because I know even I could make a tackle on big ben. It boggles my mind how people just don't understand the concept of this man is Gigantic StoP GOING HIGH ON HIM. You cut down a tree at the legs. Launch yourself at his thighs, if he somehow shakes that off then you did what you could. All this shoulder, chest shit is moronic. Gap control, gap control, gap control. I don't get how our defense went from sufficating Tom Brady to just letting Ben run around whenever he wanted. DTs kept doing spin moves to the outside allowing a mack truck to drive through the running lane Ben had. Last play of the game our DE decides to take an in move... ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!! Ben has no pressure in his face, just jogs to the outside and hits the open man. This one is going to hurt for a long time, this definately felt like the SOJ and all I can do is hope and pray we get some great young rushers in the draft and don't become like the Giants and take another corner or something retarded.
