Well, That Didn’t Go As Planned.  At All.  Any Of It.

I find it too difficult to type much due to excessive dry heaves, slick keys from gushing man-tears and a general malaise (it's French for "my team lost the goddamn Super Bowl and all I got was this lousy emotional shitstorm cloud hanging over my head") that I don't see leaving any time soon. Sure as hell can't or won't be watching SportsCenter or anything for a while, seeing as I don't want to watch my TV with a shoe or a hammer in it.

You've read everything that you could handle until you felt you'd punished yourself enough. You watched what you could stomach. And you've talked to enough people, listened to enough sports radio and played "What if..." in your head too many times already. It's not your fault, Will. Gotta start dealing. We lost. They won. This blows.

I'm working on something, what I don't know. But it's something. And I'll get it up soon as I can. In the interim I did my best to start whatever healing process I could this morning on WBZ TV4. It was early. I was delirious. I did my best. I hope THIS VIDEO helps you deal with your grief.

More soon. I got nothing else. Just get some sleep, eat some pizza, see a movie, whatever. Just don't turn back. You won't like what you see.

Fitzy
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