Mild depression today

Angela and I are both in a mild funk over the Colts loss yesterday. The 13-0 start, the high hopes for a Super Bowl....Ugh. I became comatose after the game and couldn't respond to phone calls or text messages or anything. I'm sure these friends were just calling to see if I was still alive and kicking after the game, or if I had rammed my head into a wall after being given the gift of a Bettis fumble with a minute and a half to go, only to watch Vanderjagt miss the field goal that would have sent the game into overtime. He missed it worse than any pro kicker should ever miss one. Angela and I took our somber moods upstairs to play pool after the game, and after about two hours of pool and a couple of discussions about why life was still good, we decided we would choose to be happy despite the horribly disappointing end to the Colts magic season. We're choosing optimism. Dang it.

I'm actually more excited for our Super Bowl party now. If the Colts were in it I would be a terrible hostess. Everyone would have to make their own cocktail weinies and steer clear of the big screen line-of-sight, or risk getting a cherry tomato thrown at their head. But this way, I won't care too much about which teams are playing (unless it's the Seahawks. I like them.) and I will be able to more attentively manage the crock pot temperatures and keep a steady stream of sliced cheese coming. So it all works out.

One great thing that happened this weekend...I sold my first item on ebay. I'm an ebay seller now! And I want to sell everything in the house. Well, not everything. Even though it pains me greatly to look at the Colts paraphenalia right now, I won't part with it. Dang that unconditional love.