I’ve changed my mind. I take it back. I don’t want this season to be over & done, I’m just not ready. I thought I had made my peace with the fact that Mou would no longer be with us next season, along with a number of our players, but…..come the final match, all my acceptance went right out the window. Seeing Mou in the tunnel, seeing the boys chat in the tunnel, waiting for the beginning of the end, it just did me in and then Pipa goes and drops a bomb the size of his ass, saying he wants to leave?? My life officially became a Cymbalta commercial. No joke. My iTunes library certainly wasn’t helping the matter either, putting together the saddest shuffles known to man. Talk about Ode to Depression. I know at this point, there’s nothing we can do but try and figure out how to deal….it’s not going to be easy, but hopefully launching into NT mode will help. And cake. And lots of ice cream. And lots of sobbing into your ice cream. WAHHHH!
Of Headbands and Heartbreak... 