It's Like Deja Vu All Over Again

Dang!

I am so not in the mood to blog now. But I had hoped I would be.

We pulled out all the stops -- as fans anyway -- for this game. When the grill didn't work for the brats, we should have taken that as a sign of things to come.

But no. We didn't. We let ourselves get sucked in again. Feeling some hope when we stayed in the game. Feeling frustration with our inability to hang onto the ball. Then ready to hang our hats, er horns, after the 5th turnover.

But just like when we played against Atlanta for this same privilege years ago, we watched helplessly while our team executed terrible clock management in the last 2 minutes. Hoped to count on our kicker. Only this time, we really blew it and never even got that opportunity.

Carter isn't even old enough to remember that NFC Championship game -- or the Giants one a few years later. But hubby and I do. And we're embarrassed that we thought maybe we had a chance this time.

The one thing we do know is that we'll still cheer with Purple Pride next year. That's the curse of not being fair-weather fans.

Make that 2 things we do know. Well, we've got a pretty good hunch anyway that our aging, knocked-around, ankle-injured #4 will likely hold a press conference this week. And we won't have to worry about not liking our QB next year.

But that's the least of our concerns right now. I've got an 11-year-old to console. He's not old enough to know any better. But like a good mom, I won't squash his dreams just yet.

(After tonight, that might just happen on its own.)

Dang.