Sigh.

"Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases." --Francoise Sagan.

I feel like I've been holding my breath (waiting, waiting, waiting for the other shoe to drop), and now, small consolation though it may be, at least I can breathe. From the beginning, getting to the playoffs wasn't projected to be an easy task (being a bridge year and all) and the fact that they managed to go through all that they went through and were still in it until the last week of September is impressive.

Bummed? Yeah. Heart broken? Sure, a little bit. Angry? Not at all. What else could they possibly have done? This ragtag bunch played with a lot of determination and I really don't want to say heart (because, as you know, all you really need is heart and since they didn't win they can't possibly have heart). They made things interesting and it was fun while it lasted; mind you, not a traditional sense of fun, it was more of a pace around like a tiger at an old timey zoo, glowery sort of fun but fun nonetheless.

So, thank you boys. It was a nice party.