Throughout the majority of the game, I was wound up pretty tight. I was yelling at the TV a lot more than usual. I was actually contemplating punching a whole in the drywall at my folks' house. For some reason, I just had a little more emotion than usual. And as I tried to clear my head and start formulating thoughts for this post that I knew I had to have ready for Sunday, there was only one thing going through my mind over and over again:
There were numerous men who I thought wanted to watch the world burn during this game.