Please. Someone get a gun and put me out of my misery.
We were ahead by 18 pts at quarter time. I started to get hopeful. At half time we'd increased that lead to 31 pts. I was ready to propose marriage to Ben Dixon. In the third quarter the Tigers started to fight back - at three quarter time our lead was only 12 pts. That was when I started to get nervous.
And then we did our usual final term choke and they snuck ahead by 4 pts at the final siren.
I sat here at the box office and wept. My apologies to those patrons who had to witness the girl in the pink sweater banging her head against the computer screen whilst moaning "noooooooooooo... why, why, why, why why??" Please don't let that put you off coming back to the theatre. I promise I only get this way during football season. The rest of the year I'm (relatively) normal.
Fays & Leland tried to make me feel better by comparing my defeat to that of their beloved Navy Blues. But its not the same. They were never going to win. We had a chance. And we blew it.
And now everyone is upstairs drinking and partying after the final show of Stuff Happens and I am stuck here "working" (I use that term loosely) until 7.30pm. And some FOH dipshit is playing hideously obscure showtunes full volume. What did I do to deserve this??
*looks around for a sharp object*
*unable to find anything sharper than an eraser*
*cries quietly in the corner*
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