So I went to bed Saturday night angry (as you might've seen with the posts). Tried to get drunk to dull anger, but woke up Sunday angry. Wrote that Sunday night post angrier. I'm staring at the computer screen hoping it melts from the rage energy beams I shoot at it. And it's not subsiding. I'm on the warpath right now, and I want to destroy things.

This just keeps on running through my head.

WE OUTPLAYED NUMBER ONE AND LOST FOR THE SECOND TIME IN THE PAST DECADE. AND THIS WASN'T EVEN A MATCHUP OF TWO UNSTOPPABLES, BUT A BACKUP QUARTERBACK WITH A PORN STAR NAME AND SHANE VEREEN NEEDING TO PLAY WITH FIFTY IN THE BOX AND THE WIDE RECEIVERS PLAYING WITH LUBRICANT ON THEIR GLOVES, YET SOMEHOW LOSING BY ONLY TWO TO THE GREATEST OFFENSE IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND AND THEIR ARROGANT PARADE OF DOUCHEBAG FANS THAT SEEMS TO GROW LARGER AND COCKIER BY THE DAY. AND WE HAD A CHIP SHOT FIELD GOAL TO GO AHEAD IN THE FOURTH QUARTER THAT A FAN IN THE STANDS PROBABLY COULD HAVE KNOCKED THROUGH.

AND WE FUCKING LOST. AGAIN.  I DON'T LIKE THE WAY YOU'RE FUCKING WITH ME SPORTS GODS.

I'm probably the only one who feels this way considering everyone else seems so reasonable and subdued. Maybe it's because we didn't compete with Oregon, it's the fact we could've actually had this one. This game will piss me off all fall. And winter. And spring. And summer. I'm proud of our team, but that loss will not shake me for awhile.

What's the angriest you've been over a sporting event? And how did you eventually reconcile yourself? More anger means more recs.