A tale of two defeats.

The title perhaps overpromises, for a tale this will not be. Liverpool, as many of you may know, are my sports team. The one and only. When they win, I'm happy, when they lose, I'm not. When our rivals lose I'm happy, when they win I'm not. When Liverpool is playing there are few places I'd rather be than watching the game.

I'm a pretty competitive guy and when Liverpool plays it feels as though I am playing in the match as well. As such I (occasionally) taste the bitterness of defeat and experience with the team the unbridled joy of a hard fought victory. When we play Manchester United or Everton, this experience multiplies tenfold. Today Liverpool, despite having the run of play, lost to a Man United goal in the final minute of play, ending a terrific winning streak, and denting our hopes, although slim, of challenging for the title. Needless to say the atmosphere around the house was bleak today. Still, I had indoor soccer playoffs to look forward to in the evening, so that brightened my mood.

As you might have guessed from the title, we lost our playoff game. It was a rowdy affair, and the second half threatened to turn into a wrestling exhibition. We missed a potentially game-tying penalty 3 minutes from the end, and that settled our fate. The silver lining was that the early exit allowed the team to go for beer and wings - definitely a nice silver lining, and although the beer didn't make me totally forget losing 2 important games in one day, it did make the memory sufficiently blurry.

That's all I got folks.

stay cool. (that expression dates me, but it's a good one...)