Veritas
10/20/2010, 10:17 AM
Naturally, I been dealing with post-loss grief lately and have been documenting my thought progression.
Denial: "I can't believe those stupid cocksucking whorns beat us. ****, they didn't really beat us, we beat ourselves. And the ****ing refs didn't help. Stupid whorns. I hate Texas."
Anger: "Eight dropped passes? Seriously? How does that happen. And an onside kick with three minutes to go? What kind of stupid jerkoff does that. I hate Texas."
Bargaining: "Ok, so maybe it's not that bad. We win out and beat OU in the CCG, maybe it's not all that big of a deal. I hate Texas."
Depression: "This season is ****ed. We're done. OSU's going to beat us, Mizzou is going to beat us, and we're headed to that stupid clownshoe conferences with our asses red. I hate Texas."
Acceptance: "Whatever, **** it. I hate Texas."
Denial: "I can't believe those stupid cocksucking whorns beat us. ****, they didn't really beat us, we beat ourselves. And the ****ing refs didn't help. Stupid whorns. I hate Texas."
Anger: "Eight dropped passes? Seriously? How does that happen. And an onside kick with three minutes to go? What kind of stupid jerkoff does that. I hate Texas."
Bargaining: "Ok, so maybe it's not that bad. We win out and beat OU in the CCG, maybe it's not all that big of a deal. I hate Texas."
Depression: "This season is ****ed. We're done. OSU's going to beat us, Mizzou is going to beat us, and we're headed to that stupid clownshoe conferences with our asses red. I hate Texas."
Acceptance: "Whatever, **** it. I hate Texas."