Let me tell you guys a story.
About 1 year ago, a man was brought into my life. He wasn’t a large man, he wasn’t very threatening and he had a penchant for close losses. I wasn’t sure how to take him because the man in my life he replaced was a loud, blow hard, dick face.
I grew accustomed to temper tantrums. So when we’d lose in the last seconds against Illinois or Wisconsin, I’d say, “Hey, you need to do the temper tantrum thing”. I’d yell at my television, I’d get so angered that I’d swear off football together.