One of the worst parts for me is that I talked this up to the kids. Told them I really wasn't worried about today's game but to be prepared to see Daddy eating his socks next week against NE and then chewing his own feet come Super Bowl Sunday. But, I promised them, it was all going to be worth it if we won because I was going to take them out of school to head downtown for the victory parade. They were so pumped. Got them shirts and hats, etc. We were all cheering like mad.
And then this. I feel totally blind-sided. And what a jackass of a dad to look so far ahead like that. Jeezz...