What do you do when your team loses in the quarterfinal of the Champions League?
Do you go get a life? Do you drown your sorrows? Do you stalk the opposing team’s star player, rape his mother and wife, then cut his penis and make them eat it? No? Then what?
Perhaps, you try to let it go. You try to learn to live with the pain and disappointment and hope for a better result the next time. It’s been three days, and it still feels like shit. So I’m headed for UFC 112, ‘live’. Maybe that’ll do it.
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