Doubting Thomas

Shame.

Guilt.

Embarrassment.

Shock.

Since Saturday, I have experienced stabbing pangs of all of the above.

In my last post, I wrote -

"We thought we better dress up this week since our chances of surviving tomorrow's bloodbath are slim to none. Sorry for the lack of faith in the home team, but I'm a realist. This isn't fantasy football, people. This is real life. And the fact that we now hold the record for the first NFL team to win their division with a losing record, sure is something to be proud of. Or laugh at."

Gasp!

Shame. On. Me.

I was certain defeat was a sure thing. I'm not a bettin' woman, but it I were, I would have lost my life-savings on that game. All $25 of it. A friend of mine said, "Don't feel bad, Em! I doubted too, and my doubt was based on facts! Have you seen their numbers!?!"

Regardless, I have brought shame upon my family. And it is with a heavy heart that I now need to do this:

Yep. I'm eating my words. And they do not taste good.

Must be the new toner.